Fuming, I shoved him off and scrambled to my feet—only for him to yank me back, sending me crashing down onto his lap.
He let out a pained groan, his face twisting in agony. Thankfully, his underwear was the only thing keeping him from impaling me right then.
Seeing my stormy expression, he sucked in a few shaky breaths before catching my hand. His voice dropped to a husky whisper, "Don't be mad, Winnie. All I'm saying is, after we're married, I'll make it up to you—properly."
That took the edge off my fury—mostly. But he'd ruined the mood, and I couldn't shake my irritation.
Lucas wasn't having any of my sulking. In one swift move, he grabbed my wrist and pressed my palm against the hard heat straining against his pants. Even through the fabric, the sheer size of him made my breath hi
