"You feel nice," Luka said, leaning in a bit more. He smiled, showing off all his perfect, white teeth, eyes shining. "Come here."
When he pulled her back in, hand coming up behind her head to pull her into his neck while his face tucked to yours, she felt her stomach flip. Cuddled against him, he smelled so good, and she found herself pressing closer to him, wanting to be enveloped in him. Her lips were against the soft skin of his throat before she could stop herself, not really kissing but not not kissing.
"Ha," he moaned.
He just held her tighter, breathing Hena in as well. God, he had to be feeling it too. He must have been doing this on purpose.
Whatever was happening between the two of them tonight, there was no way she was just imagining it. Not with the way his fingers were softly caressing her, finding the slice of skin between where her lacey top ended and her long skirt started, making her pulse dance.
