Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3 (5 page)

Eric and Claude, my preferred pilots, are on holiday, and the jet I commonly use has already been chartered and then is having interior renovations done inside the main cabin. I need to fly business class on an ordinary flight, which means fucking about in airports, hanging around, and minimal comfort and leg room. Not ideal.

I throw my gear into a locker and quickly look around to check that the place is being well-kept and is presentable. The changing rooms look good after a recent refurbish. I am glad I went with the aged oak, marble tops, and granite tiles. Good choice. The Osurac boys have done an excellent job in here.

Upstairs, passing through the gym, still quiet before the after-work rush fills every piece of equipment, and the queue for the fitness classes begin outside the studios, I reach the clinic door noticing it is ajar. I find a young woman sitting on the floor gasping for air and mumbling something.

The sexy brunette.

Fuck … she sounds like she is crying. I need to ask her if she is okay. I cannot leave her like this. She is a member of staff, and I should be looking after them and do not see anyone else around to comfort her. She looks so small and delicate, shoulders jerking, nose sniffling while she weeps.

Shit!

“Hey, is everything okay? Are you alright?” I say before tapping faintly on the door.

I must have startled her. She jumps up, slams her phone down, keeps her back to me, and says she is fine. She is not fine. Far from it.

“Can I help you? I’m sorry, it’s rude of me not to turn around, but I’m looking awful at the moment. If you can give me a minute, please, I’d appreciate that.”

Her voice quavers, but the accent is charming. Definitely Scottish, however I cannot place the mixed intonation. An influence from South Africa … Australia … or New Zealand. I just do not know.

But, I know this: It is sexy as fuck. I waste no time moving around to stand in front of her. I need to see her face. Perhaps I can help and I sure as hell am not talking to the back of her head.

I stand in front of her, but she looks down. I encourage her to look up towards me, and she slowly lifts her head. Shit … my breath leaves my lungs at rapid pace causing me to gasp. I fixate on her big, brown eyes. Those long, dark eyelashes flutter at the same time my heartbeat drums faster. Her enchanting eyes are wet with tears, and shit, if she does not look naturally stunning, yet vulnerable; it gives this girl an exquisite charm.
An intriguing charm.

I am mesmerised, completely entranced by this beautiful woman standing in front of me. Drawing my attention from her eyes, I roam over her gorgeous and pretty heart-shaped face, neat, little nose, high cheek bones peach in colour, luscious and glossy lips, flawless dark skin tone … Wow.

This girl is painstakingly breathtaking. She is without a doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. She radiates natural beauty and her sweet little tears make her look even more attractive if it is possible. Divinely precious.

Moving my flitting gaze upwards, I notice she has shimmering chestnut-coloured hair piled on her head in that sexy, just fucked way. It is elegant, highlights her slim neck and striking contours of her face, but it also looks seriously tempting and sensual … those little waves hang down all messy … I could imagine running my fingers through those wavy locks. This woman is a sight for sore eyes. Ronan was not exaggerating after all.

Sexiest brunette I have ever had the pleasure of seeing.

My eyes travel south. A hint of olive, smooth-looking skin around her neck meets the plunging V neckline of the black blouse she wears. Christ … my heart rate accelerates and my skin is covered in goose bumps. My lips pucker and eyes widen.

Her breasts are round, high, and pretty damn impressive. It would be hard not to admire her generous set. I can see the hint of her lace bra underneath the sheer chiffon fabric of her blouse, completely tantalising, and shit, if it does not draw attention to her set, a perfect handful and some.

Her blouse is not meant to be daring; I do not get that impression from this woman. She appears to be more reserved, classy, and subtle. I do not think she has any idea how attractive the chiffon with a moderate amount of tasteful transparency is … how attractive she is. Shit, if that black lace bra is not a fucking cock tease and turns me on.

I take in her figure—slim, curves in the right places, small little waist, and long thin legs in tight jeans. I can only imagine how fucking sexy and luscious those legs will be going by the rest of her body. Those legs are meant to be wrapped around a man’s waist. Fuck, I need to give myself a shake.

She steps backwards and I get the impression I am intimidating her because I have been absorbed in her beauty, admiring her. My hand automatically reaches out, and before I know it I have gently lifted her chin up wiping away some sweet little tears glistening under her eyes. God, just touching her skin sends a surge of intense heat through me.

There is something very endearing about this woman … innocence I think. She seems pure and virtuous, goddess like. It is just an impression I get and I have never had thoughts like these before from someone I have just met.

She draws her head away, tilting it to the side, her cheeks blushing. I have either embarrassed her or she is feeling the chemistry and attraction too. I cannot quite work it out yet, but shit, I am determined to try.

I apologise, but she fidgets with her fingers in front of her mouth, which leads my attention to stare at her left hand. No ring. Fucking marvellous, no husband … she is not taken. I need to find out if she has a boyfriend. Someone as beautiful as this surely cannot be single. Her looks are deadly and I would not be surprised if she belongs to someone.
Not for long,
I hope.

I have caught her off guard and at a bad moment. It is no wonder she seems restless. It causes her to try and push me away because she is flustered. Cute, but not happening, beautiful brunette. This just got interesting, and shit, if her sweetness does not make me want to get closer to her. I am a determined man. When I want something, I do not stop until I get it.

Oh, baby, you have no idea just how persuasive I can be
, I silently think.

Her intoxicating musky and flowery perfume envelopes my senses making me feel heady, lured under her spell.
Fuck! I have been bewitched
. My balls ache at the thought. This woman … she has them in her fucking hands. Christ … she has me.

I have it bad … real bad. I dismiss her attempt to be rid of me because she is not fooling me. That sharpness in her tone is forced; her eyes just told me so. She likes me. At least I fucking hope she does.

I need to think …
Brain, please work
. Oh yeah, my back … that is why I am here. I ask her for a once over and she almost chokes. Looking adorable when her cheeks are heated, it is the nicest thing. The glow illuminates her, making her look fresh and radiant. The rosiness suits her, but she is offended and I sound like a prick. I must correct myself.

“I actually came in the hope you could give me the once over,” I say, watching her eyelashes flutter up and down. Fascinating and enchanting, I could never tire of looking at such a beautiful face. So intriguing.

“WHAT!” she yells. Oh fiery, I like this. A sweet little angel with looks as pure as silk and a voice as hot as fire.

I have to laugh and curl my lip in a playful grin. Can this girl get any sexier?

“I am sorry, that came out wrong. I mean, I have done my back in and the lumbar area is killing me. I hope it is not my discs. Anyway, I knew the clinic was being set up and hoped I could get an assessment. I have never had this back pain before, and I cannot afford to be out of action,” I correct myself.

Take the bait, sexy brunette
. If ever I have wanted a woman’s hands on me, it is now. I am positive that if she obliges me, then after today it will never be enough … not with this woman. She epitomises femininity and that does crazy things to my insides.

I am sure I have seen her before. I cannot put my finger on it, but I feel like I have met her somewhere. Those eyes are simply sweet fucking Heaven, and I know I would never forget a face as beautiful as this.

Maybe that is why she is trying to distance herself from me; she recognises me too. Oh fuck! I hope I have not bumped into her on a night out when I have been drunk and chatted her up, tried my charm, and made a complete prick of myself. I will soon find out.

“Are you sure we have not met before? You seem awfully familiar,” I ask.

Her eyes roam all over the place, nervous to look at me. “No, I don’t think so. Perhaps you’ve seen me in the gym or something.”

Engrossed, I watch her. I am captivated. She has me. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, and my thoughts travel to my aching balls and throbbing cock, which have not had attention in a long while from a woman. I would love to take her delicious tongue and do dirty things with it and then kiss those pretty lips until they are bruised.

She makes excuses for not seeing me, but I barely pay attention. I could not tell you what her excuse is, but I am deeply disappointed. Not so much about her attending to my back, but the fact I am missing an opportunity to get to know this woman better.

“I am sorry to disturb you. You do seem preoccupied and in the middle of something, so maybe I could make an appointment to come in and see you?” I suggest, dipping my head and lifting a hopeful brow.

“Unfortunately, I leave on holiday tomorrow for three weeks, but my partner Mark is here. I can recommend him. He’s very good, especially with spinal care.” Is she blowing me off? Yes, she fucking is. Fuck. I need to apologise more. I want her. Nobody else … just her.

“It sounds as though you are passing me over because you do not want to care for me. I am sorry for the intrusion and I hope I did not offend you in any way.” Now I am frustrated. Fuck the sore back … I have a bigger mission, and it is getting to know this woman. I am probably coming across as desperate …
Well, I am
.

Finally she agrees to see me and tells me her name is Lexi. Sexy … such a beautiful name for a sexy and beautiful woman. I tell her so, kissing both her cheeks chastely. Her soft skin, scent, and essence do nothing to quash my raging hard-on. Christ, I am weak for this woman and I have only just met her. It is not just her stunning looks, it her presence, an aura of purity.

I refrain from saying her name is sexy … too early for that. Hopefully, I will though. Tell her and show her if I get the pleasure of her company again after today. Instead, I thank her for seeing me in Italian. Going by the flush in her cheeks and rising of her chest, she is affected by my words. I do not know if she can even understand Italian, but it does not matter. I am not trying to show off. I just want to charm her, and I think I did.

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand what you said, but I’ll assume you’re thanking me,” she says with a quizzical look. She is flustered. Result! I will have fun with this.

In Italian I tell her she is the most beautiful, intriguing woman I have ever met. If I tell her in English just now, she might run a mile. She tells me she is going to pretend I said something about my back …
Yeah, more like I want to get her on her back
. I cannot help but innocently laugh then wink playfully.

She begins her consultation by asking all the usual standard questions. I routinely answer, knowing she needs to ask me this, but it is frustrating me because I want to ask her questions too. I want to get to know everything about her. I ask her some basic questions, all of which she shuns, giving me pause for thought.

I have never in my life had to work so hard at getting information from a woman. Usually by now, they have put their number in my phone, told me to clear my diary, tried to friend me on Facebook, followed me on Twitter, and stalked me on every other social media fad. This girl is making me work, but hell, I love a challenge. She is a determined little one.

Her phone interrupts us and I advise she answer it. She rejects the call and says it is fine, but I know it is not. It has distressed her. She nibbles nervously on her lip, looks down and diagonally, and her body just tenses before colour rises upwards from her neck. She is harassed and anxious.

I pride myself on reading people. I have to be to look after my ever growing employee list, and being compassionate, understanding, and giving the best advice is something I excel in. It is important for me when working with colleagues, employees, and the public. If I want to succeed and keep my businesses efficacious and growing, then I need to look after my people. It is a must. I read them.

I tell her she is a terrible liar, which only flusters her even more. Shit, I am not doing well with this so far. Moving on, she asks if she can take me to the bed, and I almost choke. Fuck, those words sound so appealing. Right now, I cannot think of anything else I would rather do with this hot girl.

A thrill rushes down my spine and my abdomen tugs with an anticipated ache shooting right to my balls. The next few minutes are a blur. The minute her soft skin touches mine, spontaneous combustion sparks inside me. Ribbons of fire create a suffused heat inside my being, tightening every muscle, warming every cell, wrapping around every internal fibre. I am a goner.

I draw up a soft brow, mesmerised with her masterful touch, invaded by her charm and beauty. My lips curl into a devilish smile, heat unfurls to my core, and my blood pumps harder and faster than I have ever known it to. I widen my eyes on her, lock her with unadulterated lust dusting my gaze, and I am rewarded with her ragged breaths.

I read her. I read her lips gracing her perfect face with a whisper of a smile. I read her eyes, pupils dilated, swirling of chocolate deep, rich, and captivating while her skin erupts in goose bumps and glows with radiated energy.

A glow of lust.

I lose all control, listening to the softness in her cadence, the close proximity of her body, and the desire twinkling in her eyes. She can maintain professionalism all she wants, but she feels it too. I know she does. Her body oozes with unmistakable lust. The chemistry between us is so powerful that it could set fire to the goddam rain—a violent explosion of reckless abandon.