She stroked his cheek, trying to soften his expression. “I know you care. And I know you want me Lukas.”
He didn’t try to deny that part. The desire in his eyes was knee-melting.
“When you look at me that way, I feel so beautiful.”
“You are beautiful.” He sighed deep in his chest. His hands slid up and down her arms, caressing her roughly. “So damned beautiful Victoria.”
“So are you.” She put a hand to his bare chest, tracing the defined ridges of his musculature. “Like a diamond. Hard and gleaming, and cut with all these exquisite facets. Inside . . . pure, brilliant fire. You make me feel a different kind of pleasure Lukas.”
She slid her hands to the back of his neck, plunging her fingers through the velvety nap of his short hair. The clipped ends teased the webs between her fingers
