LUCAS’S POV
I slammed the car door so hard the whole truck shook. The sound cracked through the quiet parking lot like a gunshot. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white.
Fuck. f**k. f**k.
I didn’t mean to touch her. I swear I didn’t.
But then she looked at me. Those big, dark eyes, wide and shaking, like she was drowning and I was the only thing keeping her head above water. And when I kissed her—God, when she moaned into my mouth, soft and broken and real—something inside me snapped. Like a wire pulled too tight for too long. I lost control. I lifted her onto that counter like she weighed nothing. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, tasted the salt on her skin. My hands went under her dress like they had a mind of their own.
And she let me.
She wanted me.
Until she didn
