Chapter 6 Tightly Packaged

• I watch as a very hopeful Lucas stares at me with eyes that I can almost say they are begging. Yet, there is that biggest part of me that fuels that little voice in my head, "Don't say yes! Don't say yes!"
• And for at least once today, I listen to the voice of reason even though the feeling of his lips is still very present upon mine. So I only but give him a shy smile, "I will think about it."
• With a raise of his brow and a tiny wink, he speaks underneath his breath with that husky voice, "Please don't leave a man hanging, baby doll." And as he spins around on the heels of those designer shoes, I get nothing but an eye full of his tight ass. Much to Savanah's surprise, I most embarrassingly growl from the depths of my chest.
• I only but wave her off before she even has a second to raise her voice, "That fucking ass is goddamn tight Sav. I had two very generous hands full of them but only a few minutes ago on the desk in his..."
• She immediately stops me from saying another word, "Girl, I love sharing, but this is about to get above my sharing level."
• As we both burst into laughter, we pull out of the parking lot, putting aside the complete disaster this gig was.
• So after what seems like endless hours trying to navigate our way to rush hour in the morning traffic, we both fall back onto the couch with a very much deserved glass of wine in hand. Then Savanah, who has been dying for the past hour, finally breaks her silence, "So are you going to go see Mr. Lucero tonight?"
• "No," I firmly answer.
• "But, is this not what you want?"
• "No, I am playing in his hands, Sav. This is not how I see this game to go."
• She only but shakes her head as she laughs at me so loud that she nearly spills her wine, "Are you seriously still going to go ahead with it? I meant the man has no idea…"
• I cut her off before she can even start, "I am not backing down, Sav. Lucas Lucero will get what is coming to him, and it is going to happen on my terms. So, NO, I am not running after him like a little lovesick puppy."
• She looks at me with some godawful smirk on her face, "I said nothing about love or puppy."
• "Ugh," I grunt at her. "Trust you to turn my own words against me. Now can we not talk about that…fuck…he is distracting."
• "Lexi," she only but chuckles at me. "This is going to backfire in your face."
• "Sav, I have everything planned to the last detail, and so far, it is going just the way that it should."
• With that, we end the conversation about Lucas and spend the rest of the morning into late afternoon looking through the classifieds for a gig that does not involve us having to take off our clothes. After coming up completely empty for the day, we settle in for the night with popcorn and some classic movies.
• One glass of wine after the other, and way too much junk food, I glance up at the clock that has just struck eleven when there is a knock at the door. I look at Savanah, surprised and perhaps somewhat annoyed, "Who did you invite over as this time?"
• She only but snaps back, "It was not me."
• "Well, it was not me either."
• With that, the knocks become a bit more persistent, and I only frown at her, "Are you not going to get it?"
• She shakes her head, "No! I am only in a tank top and panties." She points at me and waves her fingers, "You get it!"
• I point at the very obvious, "Well, so do I."
• Yet, the knocking does not stop; it only becomes louder and more persistent than before. And just before another round starts, I annoyingly rise from the couch and walk towards the door.
• Then as I peek through the hole, I nearly fall over and fucking die, "It is Lucas!"
• Well, instead of being supportive, Savanah only but bursts out in a fit of laughter, "Guess he came to you then."
• "Sav, you are not helping. Make him go away!"
• And yes, I must have said that too loud, for next, I hear that voice coming loud and clear through the door, "Him is not going away. Now open baby doll, it is not the first time I will see a woman in her panties."
• Both me and Sav gasp in complete shock, then reluctantly, I slowly swing the door open, trying my best to cover up, which is a complete waste as he only stands there with one satisfied grin on his face.
• "I would prefer if you looked at my face!"
• "Baby doll, beauty needs to be taken in with the eyes…and perhaps…"
• "Perhaps you should not finish that sentence if you want me to allow you in."
• Not even bothering for the answer, he shoves past me with what seems to appear a bottle of whiskey in his hands. As he saunters over to the couch, I cannot help looking at that perfect ass once again. God, I swear that he is now doing it on purpose, yet my eyes are definitely not complaining.
• Fuck!
• Lexi! Focus!
• And to make things even words, Savanah decides she needs to leave the room but not before she gives me a little wink over the shoulders.
• I only but mouth to her, "You are so paying for this."
• With Lucas not having a care in the world, he grabs two glasses from the kitchen and pours us both a whiskey. He patiently waits for me to come to take a seat next to him. As I grind on my teeth, I try to sit as far as the couch allows me to sit away from him.
• Then the question begs, "How do you know where I stay?"
• "Ah, I know all your secrets, Ms. Rose."
• I nearly fall back on the chair, but he soon only smiles as he sees the worry creep in, "Your application form. I kept it handy for occasions just like this. Now, were you really going to ditch me tonight?"
• "Well, does it look like I am at the club?"
• "Guess it is good that I came to you then."
• Well, that is me, he knocks me completely of my feet with his boyish charm, yet it is not going to be so easy. "What makes you think that I am going to let you stay?"
• He reaches his hand for my chin and looks me in the eyes. "Because I know you want to." His soft hazel eyes are like bottomless pools, pleading. They tell me all; they tell me Lucas Lucero wants me, and he will have me in any way that he can.
• "I like you, Lexi. I am not a man to beg, but please let me stay…just for a while."
• My lips collide with his.
• I can feel the heat of his body glow through them, they are hotter than the sun itself, and god, they taste even better than they did before.
• With a slight pull of my hair, he bends my head backward, giving him easy access to my lips. His warm breath lingers just for a second; I feel that I cannot breathe, I cannot move, my entire body stiffening.
• As he parts his lips, I can feel my heartbeat all the way up in my ears. He puts his rough hands around my face; I can feel the slight tremble in them. Then he pulls me even closer; he slips his tongue through the seams of my lips. He lays his hands on my tiny waist, pulling me tightly against him. He holds me firm as he hungrily explores my mouth with his skillful tongue. He continues to kiss me with such intensity until it makes me moan.
• "Fuck, baby doll, do that again."
• His wandering hands go up to my waist to my breasts; as he squeezes them firmly, I let out another moan.
• "God, I love to hear you moan for me, baby doll."
• As he cups my breasts again, my small nipples grow erect; he pinches them between his thumb and index finger; my body squirms.
• "Fuck, Lucas!"
• He scrunches the seams of my top between his fingers and lifts them over my head. He pulls my hair off my shoulder and starts kissing the sensitive parts of my neck, allowing his hands to reach around my back and unbuckle my bra.
• He pushes my quivering body beneath him and trails his tongue down my breasts, not missing an inch. His teeth catch one of my hard erected nipples, and he gently pulls.
• "Lucas!"
• He ignores my screams and softly lashes my nipples with his tongue. My entire body quivers beneath him. Then slowly, he moves down with gentle kisses to the seams of my panties.
• "Stop, Lucas! You need to go."