lip. Oh, no. Don’t you dare let him do it, Anna!
When his mouth crashes down on mine, his hands find my waist and grip it tight. I want to pull away, slap him in the face again and tell him what an arrogant prick he is for kissing me, but I can’t. I’m too lost in the way his tongue is folding over mine.
His sweet spearmint breath fills my mouth, and I let out a small moan. He presses against me in response, pulling me into his chest with urgency.
Everything inside of me screams for him to fuck me. For him to rip off this bikini and take me like he did in the back of that damn Beamer.
Then, as suddenly as it started, it’s over.
He breaks the kiss and stares at me with apparent confusion, but which then morphs into another of his classic smug grins.
“I knew you still had a thing for me,” he says, winking. “It’s good to know you’re still not completely untouchable.”
Bastard.
He only kissed me to prove a point. Stupid girl, Anna. Why on earth did you just let that happen?!
“You’re a fucking jerk, you know that?” I fire at him, standing up. I shake the sand off my towel in his face. “And don’t try that again. I mean it, Lucas!”
“Oh, don’t worry, Dartmouth. That was just a one-off test,” he states with distinct annoyance, as he rubs the sand out of his eyes.
Is he serious? He just put his tongue down my throat to prove a point and he’s the one offended because I got sand on him?
Double bastard.
“Good, I’m glad to hear it,” I jeer and storm away from him, seething with rage.
I can’t fucking believe it. I let him get to me. Again. Only, this time, I should’ve known better than my past seventeen-year-old flakey self.
What is it about Lucas Hartz that I still can’t get over? He’s a dick. Period. That should be an instant turn off and yet here I am, salivating, and all butterflies over that damn kiss.
Is there something deeper to these feelings or am I just a sucker for a guy with A+++ looks, an athletic body, and a big bulge in his shorts that most girls would beg to have their cherry popped by?
Whatever it is, I need to squash it, fast. Because back there, being that close to Lucas, made me lose all sense of reason.
And if he pulls those same moves again, I’m not so sure I’ll be able to resist him.
Chapter 6
Lucas
“We’ve set the engagement party for August 9 and your uncle has kindly offered to host it at his Manhattan penthouse.”
Mom’s been talking about her wedding plans for the last hour and it’s doing my head in. Wouldn’t she rather talk to Anna about this? I couldn’t give one flying hoot about what church or what number of guests to have at the ceremony or what color scheme is “trending” right now.
I pick at the omelet in front of me that Frank whipped up. It’s not half bad, but I’m just too distracted by what happened yesterday. What was I thinking kissing Anna like that? Where did that even come from? It’s like my lust for her led me to abandon all logic.
“You know, Lucas. I was hoping you might like to give a speech for us at the engagement party,” Frank says out of nowhere, sitting opposite me at the table.
I look up at him and pray that he isn’t serious. “Come again, sir?”
“I know we haven’t known each other very long,” he continues, “but I love your mother, and all my ex-marine buddies live on the other side of the country and can only make it for the wedding. I need a bloke on my side, huh.”
“Um… I’m not sure I’m the man you want to do that sort of thing,” I say with a weak smile.
“Of course, you are,” Mom cuts in. “Please, darling. It would mean the world to me if you did it.”
She gives me that look. That helpless, manipulative, worse-than-a-sad-puppy face, which she knows I always cave in to.
With an inward sigh, I force a nod in Frank’s direction. “Sure, Frank. I’d be honored.”
“Thatta sport,” Frank says, reaching over to give me a quick slap of
When his mouth crashes down on mine, his hands find my waist and grip it tight. I want to pull away, slap him in the face again and tell him what an arrogant prick he is for kissing me, but I can’t. I’m too lost in the way his tongue is folding over mine.
His sweet spearmint breath fills my mouth, and I let out a small moan. He presses against me in response, pulling me into his chest with urgency.
Everything inside of me screams for him to fuck me. For him to rip off this bikini and take me like he did in the back of that damn Beamer.
Then, as suddenly as it started, it’s over.
He breaks the kiss and stares at me with apparent confusion, but which then morphs into another of his classic smug grins.
“I knew you still had a thing for me,” he says, winking. “It’s good to know you’re still not completely untouchable.”
Bastard.
He only kissed me to prove a point. Stupid girl, Anna. Why on earth did you just let that happen?!
“You’re a fucking jerk, you know that?” I fire at him, standing up. I shake the sand off my towel in his face. “And don’t try that again. I mean it, Lucas!”
“Oh, don’t worry, Dartmouth. That was just a one-off test,” he states with distinct annoyance, as he rubs the sand out of his eyes.
Is he serious? He just put his tongue down my throat to prove a point and he’s the one offended because I got sand on him?
Double bastard.
“Good, I’m glad to hear it,” I jeer and storm away from him, seething with rage.
I can’t fucking believe it. I let him get to me. Again. Only, this time, I should’ve known better than my past seventeen-year-old flakey self.
What is it about Lucas Hartz that I still can’t get over? He’s a dick. Period. That should be an instant turn off and yet here I am, salivating, and all butterflies over that damn kiss.
Is there something deeper to these feelings or am I just a sucker for a guy with A+++ looks, an athletic body, and a big bulge in his shorts that most girls would beg to have their cherry popped by?
Whatever it is, I need to squash it, fast. Because back there, being that close to Lucas, made me lose all sense of reason.
And if he pulls those same moves again, I’m not so sure I’ll be able to resist him.
Chapter 6
Lucas
“We’ve set the engagement party for August 9 and your uncle has kindly offered to host it at his Manhattan penthouse.”
Mom’s been talking about her wedding plans for the last hour and it’s doing my head in. Wouldn’t she rather talk to Anna about this? I couldn’t give one flying hoot about what church or what number of guests to have at the ceremony or what color scheme is “trending” right now.
I pick at the omelet in front of me that Frank whipped up. It’s not half bad, but I’m just too distracted by what happened yesterday. What was I thinking kissing Anna like that? Where did that even come from? It’s like my lust for her led me to abandon all logic.
“You know, Lucas. I was hoping you might like to give a speech for us at the engagement party,” Frank says out of nowhere, sitting opposite me at the table.
I look up at him and pray that he isn’t serious. “Come again, sir?”
“I know we haven’t known each other very long,” he continues, “but I love your mother, and all my ex-marine buddies live on the other side of the country and can only make it for the wedding. I need a bloke on my side, huh.”
“Um… I’m not sure I’m the man you want to do that sort of thing,” I say with a weak smile.
“Of course, you are,” Mom cuts in. “Please, darling. It would mean the world to me if you did it.”
She gives me that look. That helpless, manipulative, worse-than-a-sad-puppy face, which she knows I always cave in to.
With an inward sigh, I force a nod in Frank’s direction. “Sure, Frank. I’d be honored.”
“Thatta sport,” Frank says, reaching over to give me a quick slap of
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