Lucas Walker had never longed for someone so much. They'd been apart for several days, yet he found himself thinking about her every day, so much so that it hurt.
If there hadn't been an essential art exhibition for Ivana Bennett, he would have lost control.
When he was undressing her earlier, he had almost taken her away.
If anyone had asked Lucas Walker before meeting her what the most delicious thing in the world was, he couldn't have given an answer.
But now, if someone posed that question to him and he was inclined to answer, he would undoubtedly say it was her—his Ivana.
Her lips, her tongue…
They were always so soft and sweet. He would always wonder what she had eaten that perfectly suited his taste.
Some men might be active volcanoes, erupting often with passion.
Others, however, could be silent volcanoes. These types, being dormant for years, once they erupted, they would show a cataclysmic fervor.
Lucas Walker was clearly the latter.
