…Lucas POV…
I am not a man that is easily taken by surprise.
Yes, I will admit that this thing with Lexi has taken me by surprise.
I am a man that plans every step and every move I make; it is planned down to the very last detail. Nothing ever falters or catches me off guard. Should a plan fail, it only proves to me that I was weak; I was a coward making the wrong decisions.
The only thing you can be sure of is yourself. What changes is everything else. The choices and the decisions that you make will remain the same. The only certainties in this business are power. But that too can change; as for me, I constantly want more.
Now the measures that you will go to achieve these things do measure you as a man. I believe that if you play it safe, then you will remain to crawl on the floor. Down there, all you do is sit and wait and let fate decide what will happen next. But the thing with fate is that it takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking.
Well, I am not that man; Lucas Lucero is not a coward, nor does he crawl on the floor. Lucas Lucero is ruthless, and will with whatever is necessary, take what I believe is mine.
Lexi is mine.
And another thing that I have been wanting, for a year now, planned to the very last detail, is take what belongs to Roman Sloane. Once I have dropped his body, I will take my seat at the top. Roman Sloane is the last thing in my way to own the entire state.
So as I am sitting here next to Colton, wanting to go find Lexi, he most annoyingly holds me back. The man better has a good story to tell, for he knows what I do with someone that chooses to waste my time.
He sees the frustration brew almost to absolute chaos in my eyes and only but passes me another whiskey, then he oddly claims, "You are going to need this."
Now, I have seen Colton hesitate only but once when he feared that putting a bullet in Mancini's head was truly not such a good idea. So as he sits here next to me, trying to find the right way to say whatever is burning his lips, I only but take a deep breath and sip on my chilled whiskey.
After what seems like the longest five minutes of my present day, he finally starts, "Lexi."
"Yes," I immediately interrupt him. "If you stop wasting my time, then I can go see if I can find her."
He only but shakes his head at me, "I don't think that it is such a good idea, Lucas."
Well, this is where he makes his second mistake, his first one was wasting my time, and his second is telling me what to do. I do not take kindly to a man that orders me as per his instruction, yet for that matter, I do not even allow a woman to. So I suggest he has a good reason.
"I am going to tell you this straight," I place the glass of whiskey on the table, and without a single care in the world, I slip my gun in the grip of my hands. "Chose your words very wisely."
Colton does not even blink; the problem with this man and my threats is that he has gotten used to it. But yet, I am not going to allow him to sit and carry on with whatever he is going to tell me what to do.
"Now," I place my gun on my lap. "Explain yourself."
"What I am trying to say, Lucas is that you should stay away from Lexi."
And that is all that I need to hear; I watch as the eyes of my crew that are standing around our table, their eyes are growing rather wide. The only reason for this is the simple fact that I have now pointed the ice-cold barrel against Colton's temple.
He but only shakes his head at me, "Somehow, I knew that you were going to do that."
Then he points in the direction of the dancefloor, "There she is with her friend."
And that brings that goddamn flutter in my stomach to life. I hate that the woman is doing this to me, she makes me feel weak, yet at the same time, I cannot get enough of the things that she does to my body. So with utmost confidence, though it is not truly needed, I saunter elegantly over where she is swaying that hot body to the rhythm of the music. Just laying my eyes on her does give me one rather uncomfortable bulge building in my jeans. And as I am approaching her, I stick my hands in my pockets for a much need readjustment.
Then when she sees me winding through the crowd, I can almost with certainty say that I just saw her smile. Yet, she pretends that she did not notice my imminent presence; she continues to move that body to my absolute torture.
As I am finally behind her, I slide a very eager hand over that fucking tight ass and move it around her waist. She does not move; she does not turn around; she lets me hold her tight against my sculpted chest. The exposed skin of my chest press against her open back, sending my body raging.
Then I softly whisper in her ear, "Baby doll, come sit with me."
She slowly turns around in my arms and faces me with those deep sparkling eyes, "Guess I might as well, for you will never give up."
I only but smile at her, "I am glad that you are starting to learn."
So she drags Savanah by the hand, she laces the other in mine and makes her way up the stairs. And god, as she takes each step in front of me, that sweet ass is so close that I can easily sink my teeth into it. Those slender legs only need to be in one place, and that is wrapped around my waist.
Every time that she is close to me, it still sets my heart racing. The sweet smell of her perfume is the only scent that brings pleasure to my senses. With those deep cherry lips, she can drive a man beyond crazy. And as sure as I am that I am Lucas Lucero, I know that those lips will be mine, tonight I am going to take them; I will devour them to my complete pleasure.
Then much to my surprise, she slides into the booth and sits right next to me. I claim a small victory in my mind, I think that she has learned even more than she would admit, or perhaps she truly likes me. So, I am going to push this to the limit, well, only the limit that is safe. I do not wish to chase this delicate creature away. I am going to show Lexi the passion that Lucas Lucero is made of; I will pleasure her beyond what any man has ever done.
So I lean in closer and softly whisper in her ear. She only but blushes, and I do the very thing that these hands desire to; I place my hand on her knee and slowly slide it up her thigh, resting them delicately at the seams of her dress. Now I am waiting for her to push my hand away, yet she lets it remain.
I nip on my bottom lip, "Baby doll, you are so fucking beautiful."
She only but chuckles at me, "I have been called beautiful, but not once fucking beautiful.
I run my hand through her hair, pulling her ever so close to me; my body renders itself completely helpless. The world around us has stopped existing. My only focus is Lexi. With a gently but determined hand, I place my hand at the small of her back; she splays her hand against my chest, running her fingers down my sculpted chest.
Then, slowly, ever so slowly, I move my lips closer to hers.
"Lucas."
"Ssshhh, Baby doll." I place my finger around her cherry lips, preventing her from saying yet another word. "I am going to kiss you."
But still, she protests, "You…we…can't…"
"Baby doll, you know that you cannot stop me."
We lean in a little closer, inch by inch, we move until our foreheads are gently touching. I stare deep into her eyes; I cannot fight against the thoughts that she has running through my mind. I totally come undone as she floods all my senses. My heart is beating so loud; it feels like I am going to explode.
My hand drifts to her hips and settles there for a minute before I pull her closer into me. She inhales sharply and gasps as I lift her onto my lap. She locks her arms around my neck and runs her fingers through my hair. I begin to nuzzle her neck with soft kisses, so soft they felt like whispers. Her lips come closer to mine, and our breaths mingle. My heart flutter inside my chest.
For what seems like an eternity, we just stare into each other's eyes.
She looks down at my slightly parted lips. We both lean into each other in slow motion, never breaking eye contact once. Then we begin to close the gap even more than before.
With a slight pull of her hair, I bend her head backward, giving me easy access to her lips. My warm breath lingers just for a second; I feel that I cannot breathe, I cannot move, my entire body stiffening.
Then I kiss her.
As I kiss her, my brain lights on fire, and the warmth spread throughout my entire body. I am addicted to her, I cannot bear being without her, and I can barely breathe when she is around. This kiss will be my salvation and my torment. I will pray for more of them; I would die with the memory of them on my lips.
I never set out to meet this woman; she has made this man weak, and in my line of business, weak is the worst kind of place you can find yourself in. This thing that I feel for her is for dreamers, a thing that is chased by people with their heads in the clouds and not their feet on the ground.
She has come into my life when I was not looking. I was not paying attention. She has drawn me in and kept me captive. She has made me feel and experience so many feelings all at once.
As we finally pull apart, I watch that smile grow from corner to corner on her beautiful face, that soft porcelain skin.
Then as she slides off my lap, I whisper softly underneath my breath, "You are going to be my undoing. I am playing with fire, and god, I am going to get burned."