Lucien by Elijana Kindel Read Free Book Online

lowered his head until they were nose to nose. “I don’t like little white lies, Elise. I don’t like hearing them and I especially don’t like delivering them.”
     
    “But it was—”
     
    “There will be no more scenes like today, Elise.”
     
    She’d never noticed until now, but there was a hint of gold in his gray-ish eyes. “It was more of an embellishment and—”
     
    “Elise,” he warned and the gold in his eyes flickered like an unholy flame. “No more.”
     
    “I only did it because Moonbeam would do anything in her power to stop me from committing, what in her opinion would be, relationship suicide. And if Raven knew why, he’d kill me.”
     
    “After he killed me.” Luc groaned and rested his forehead against his arm. “Damn, Elise, all I want to do is marry you. Why does your family have to question my motives? And my feelings,” he said derisively.
     
    She relaxed somewhat, which was hard considered that he was invading her personal space and she was enjoying it more than she should be. “They love me and they want to make sure I’m making the right decision. Your family would do the same thing.”
     
    He gave a short bark of laughter. “You don’t know my family. When I told my mother, she was more concerned with throwing the social event of the season and changing the names on the programs.” He turned his head to tell her, “By the way, you’re supposed to have dinner with Mom and the sisters tonight.”
     
    “Tonight? What time?”
     
    “Whatever time they get here. You’ll be on your own until seven. Mom said she needs your measurements.”
     
    “What? Alone?” Her body tingled from the heat and proximity of his chest. “Why,” she asked breathlessly. She made the mistake of turning her head and found herself scant centimeters from his mouth.
     
    “For the dress,” he replied softly. His gaze dropped to her mouth.
     
    Her tongue darted out, moistening her lips. “What dress?”
     
    “The wedding dress,” he whispered. “Do that again.”
     
    “Do what?” A slow ache of tension built in the pit of her stomach. Her arms grew heavy and her knees threatened to buckle. Her breathing quickened and her fingers twitched to touch him.
     
    “Lick your lips.” His voice turned husky, rasping deliciously against her skin.
     
    She complied and he moved closer.
     
    “Touch me,” he ordered raggedly.
     
    “Luc, I—”
     
    “Touch me.”
     
    Her hands lifted and she cautiously slid her fingers up his chest to wide, powerful shoulders. She was trembling with excitement, fear, and anticipation.
     
    “No more scenes, Elise.” One hand skimmed down then up her side while the other moved across her shoulder, sifting through her hair and caressing her neck. His hand, strong and warm, cupped her face and his attention flickered to her mouth then back to her eyes. “No more scenes.”
     
    Her hands flexed on his shoulders, her nails digging into the cotton fabric of his shirt. “It was just an embellishment,” she breathed as he drew closer.
     
    Her lashes drifted shut and she shivered as his lips tentatively touched hers. Lights exploded in her mind as his tongue danced across her bottom lip, tasting and teasing her into opening for him. She sighed and leaned in towards him. His fingers dug into her hair, tilting her head to the side, and he kissed her. His lips moved against hers, his tongue dueled with hers. He devoured her, demanding everything she had and she gave him all.
     
    She felt him groan and his hand moved down to catch her waist, pulling her up hard against him. Her insides turned to liquid and poured into the center of her body. Her body was awake and tingling. Everywhere. Her breasts were crushed against his hard chest and they ached. She gripped the shoulders of his shirt, wanting nothing more than to rip the crisp, white cotton off him.
     
    Never in her life had anyone kissed her like this. Kissed her with such hunger and need and…