Naughty Or Nice. Rachael Stewart

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СКАЧАТЬ a hand up and down my length, his eyes travelling over me and setting my skin alight.

      ‘Don’t trust yourself?’ I tease, forcing out the playful jest even though I know how much rides on his response.

      I pause less than an arm’s reach away and look up at him from beneath my lashes, not quite ready to reach for him. That fear of rejection is still there.

      ‘You know we shouldn’t.’

      It’s my turn to shake my head. ‘Why?’

      ‘Because—because of who you are. Of who your family are to me.’

      ‘In a way, we’re your family too.’

      ‘Exactly, Eva—they’re all I have.’

      I risk another step and hold his tormented gaze. I want to kiss it away, take away the pain of his past, his loss, his loneliness. He never had a father. His mother, although best friend to my own, was hardly ever present, and now she’s been dead almost a year. But I have been here. I’ve always been here for him. I can be enough. If only he will see it.

      ‘And we will always be here for you. But I have to tell you how I feel. I have to tell you I… I…’ My voice cracks and I curse the show of weakness.

      ‘Don’t, Evangeline—don’t say it.’

      His words are a warning that I can’t abide, and it’s the push that I need.

      ‘Why?’

      ‘Because it will change everything.’

      ‘And why is that so bad?’

      He takes a breath and it shudders out of him, but he says nothing.

       Now. It has to be now.

      ‘Lucas.’ I slip my hands over his shoulders, feel him tense beneath them, but there’s no going back. ‘I love you.’

      He squeezes his eyes shut, closing me out, and when he opens them again they’re blazing. His hands are reaching out, tight on my hips as he forces me away.

      ‘I love you too, but not—not like this. I can’t.’

      He turns to leave and I move, stepping between him and his escape, so swift that he ends up pressed against me, my back against the door as my lips part on a gasp.

      It’s not just surprise—it’s the strange frisson that runs right down my front as my body absorbs his heat, the very hardness of him.

      His eyes drop to my mouth and there’s no need for words. His intent sears me seconds before his lips claim mine.

       Christ, I’m in heaven.

      He isn’t soft, tentative, uncertain. He’s hard, determined, his tongue forcing my mouth apart, demanding entry, coaxing me into doing the same.

      I’ve been kissed before, and I’ve kissed boys before, but I’ve never been devoured—not like this.

      My body thrums, my breasts prickle against his chest, and the dull ache in my gut swells and throbs with mindless need. My hands are in his hair, clinging him to me, his own rake over my body, feverish, trembling. I can’t believe this is real. I feel drugged, dreaming.

      And then he groans into my mouth, pressing me back harder, and I know it’s real. I know this is happening…my dream is coming true.

      His fingers drop to my naked thighs, encouraging my dress higher. I don’t know whether I lift my leg to hook it around him or he does, but the hard swell of him inside his jeans presses at the throbbing heart of me and I moan my pleasure.

      He curses, his teeth nipping at my lip as he shakes his head once more. ‘I’ve wanted you, so long.’

      His confession jerks me alert. I want more of it. More words. More to affirm how he feels.

      ‘How long?’

      ‘Too long.’

      Happiness bursts within me. Everything’s falling into place.

      I find his lips again, desperate to seal his words with my kiss. ‘And you can have me. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.’

      There’s a strange knocking sound—one that doesn’t compute with the whirlwind that is my mind—and suddenly I’m thrust away from him. I try to focus through the haze. I see his widened gaze, his alarm clear.

      ‘Lucas? You in there?’

      The handle shifts with my brother’s voice, but the door doesn’t budge. I realise Lucas has turned the latch. It fills me with hope, but hope dies just as swiftly. He looks as if he’s seen a ghost as he stares at me in horror.

      ‘Lucas! Come on, man. Someone said they saw you head in here… Eva too.’

       Oh, God.

      He was pale before. Now he looks deathly. His eyes leave me, his head shaking.

      ‘I’m an idiot. A fucking idiot.’

      He says it under his breath and I tiptoe towards him, my hand reaching out. But he moves away from me just as quickly, his eyes throwing daggers. ‘Don’t.’

      There are footsteps down the corridor and then my father’s voice. ‘What’s going on?’

      ‘Nothing… I’m just getting Eva. Mum wants her to cut the cake.’

      ‘The last place Eva will be is in my study, son.’

      Nate gives an awkward laugh. ‘Sure…of course. I’ll check upstairs.’

      They move off, their voices growing distant, and I know my brother is protecting us. But I don’t want protection. I don’t want to hide any more.

      ‘Lucas, please don’t push me away. I don’t want to deny this any more. I know you feel the same. I know you—’

      ‘You don’t know anything.’

      ‘You want me—’

      ‘Yes, I want you.’ He launches the words at me, so certain. ‘But that’s not love.’

      ‘It is—because I love you.’

      ‘You don’t love me. You’re infatuated, confused, doped up on hormones.’

      My heart starts to split in two, ice running through the middle. ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about…’

      ‘I know you and your family are all that I have. That without you I have nothing.’

      I don’t know what to say to that. I know the truth of it. But it makes my reasoning all the more valid. It’s so simple.

      ‘Then accept that we love one another and that my family will be happy for us. СКАЧАТЬ