The Return Of Antonides. Anne McAllister
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what Matt would do. What Matt wanted me to do.”
If he said it out loud firmly and flatly enough, would that make it true?
“Of course.” Holly’s voice was toneless. Was she convinced? Was she doubtful?
Did she want...him? Lukas rubbed his hand against the back of his neck, then he straightened, walked back to the cockpit and dropped lightly into it. Only one way to find out. He reached up and caught her hand, pulling her down off the bench to stand facing him.
“What?” Holly looked up at him, confused.
“What would you and Matt be doing now?”
Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?” She looked at him, confused and wary.
“You asked me a question. My turn to ask you one. I’m standing in for Matt, aren’t I? What would you and Matt be doing?”
He felt her fingers twist in his as she looked away. “How should I know?”
“Kissing?”
She didn’t answer, just pressed her lips together and refused to look at him.
“Kissing,” Lukas affirmed softly, leaning in, so close now that he caught another hint of that citrus scent.
Her fingers pulled out of his hands. He let go, but only to catch hold of her wrists, then slid both his hands up until they rested lightly just above her elbows, drawing her closer.
“So I haven’t been doing my job,” he said, keeping his voice even, although he felt the tension rising within.
He would burn in hell for this. He knew it, but he couldn’t help it. If she responded... If she wanted him, he would save her from making the biggest mistake of her life.
Holly flicked a quick glance up at him, then immediately looked away again, but it was too late. Lukas had seen a flicker of interest in that glance. He let go of her arms to touch her face, to turn it to look at him as he ran his thumbs along her jaw and slowly and deliberately lowered his mouth to hers.
Lukas’s brain fogged over. His body took over. He had no plan. Hell, he never had a plan. He went with his gut—and other even more interested portions of his anatomy—doing what came naturally, tracing her lips lightly with his tongue. Teasing, testing, tasting...
And Holly didn’t pull away.
The taste of Holly on his lips intoxicated him, made him tremble with the need that had been building all evening. Evening, hell, it had been building for years. From a time when he was too young to understand, some gut-level instinct deep inside him that he couldn’t begin to put a name to had zeroed in on her. He had wanted Holly before he’d barely known what such desire meant.
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