Lucas could hear Riley muttering as she stomped her way up the last few stairs, and smiled grimly. She had likely worked herself into a defensive snit, and planned to start yelling as soon as she saw him.
The best defense is a good offense, so he moved first, catching her as she stepped through the access door and maneuvering her so that her back met the wall with a surprised ‘oomph.’ He kept going, crowding her with his body as her hands went instinctively to his shoulders.
He swallowed the sound of his name on her lips and pushed for more, nibbling and licking as her taste filled his head and senses. She tasted like raspberries and chocolate, a heady mixture enhanced by her favorite lip gloss and holiday drink. It wasn’t near enough, so he pushed a bit more, snaking his tongue out to stroke across her lips. She drew back slightly in surprise, and he immediately gentled his approach, but still coaxing her to respond. There was a reason that one of her favorite animals was a cat; she had enough curiosity for nine of them, and she was a fast learner too.
It took all of his willpower and control to draw away, easing back just enough to see her face. Riley’s eyes had fluttered shut when he had first kissed her. Now he watched, fascinated, as her thick dark eyelashes fluttered and lifted, revealing eyes gone dark and dreamy. Lucas let himself experience a moment of pure male satisfaction before he started silently counting.
“What was that for?” She sputtered, pushing him away and moving out of arm’s reach before turning to glare. Her heart was beating too fast; she felt jittery and off balance.
“If you have to ask, then I did something wrong.” He countered lightly.
“No, definitely nothing wrong there.” she muttered not quite under her breath, making him grin. She huffed. “I just meant–”
“I know, Riley.” He interrupted, exasperated fondness filling his voice. “But if you honestly still believe that I would kiss you while even potentially having feeling for your best friend, then you don’t know me, and I don’t know you.”
She met his gaze then, her own dark and searching in a way that was unique to her alone. Lucas had experienced that ‘look’ only twice since she had fallen into his lap on the subway. The first time was when Zay had reappeared in his life–and their history class–to stir up more trouble and unwanted memories and secrets. When the other boy had walked into the room, Lucas was originally going to brush off his ties to Zay–at least until he get his outspoken friend alone to enlighten him on a few things and how they worked around here.
But Riley’s reaction to even the suggestion that he might not be the nice, perfect guy she believed he was had spurred him to tell part of the truth, in the hopes of bringing the light back. She had always looked at him with stars in her eyes, so to see the light go out had made his heart drop. He had strove to earn that light back, to be worthy of it again, and had mostly succeeded–until now.
Now, as she looked at him, her eyes were dark and flat, wary. Unreadable.