Emily
The moment I kissed Lucas back every logical reason flew out of the window. They didn’t just fly, they were burned, turned to ash, and scattered on the wind of the last few hours.
The kiss wasn’t gentle, it tasted of bear, pent-up frustration, and a desperate unspoken need that I recognized because it was churning inside me too. His hand, which had been resting on my back clamped down, pulling me flush against the hard lines of his body. A groan rumbled in his chest and it vibrated through me sending a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.
“Emily,” he breathed against my mouth.
“This is a terrible idea,” I managed to whisper, my own voice shaky and breathless. The rational part of my brain was waving a red flag. He was Lucas Black, a man who wasn’t in my league, I am merel
