Trying to Score
Page 87

 Toni Aleo

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A giggle threatened to escape Fallon’s lips, but she kept it in, instead letting out a frustrated sigh. “Stop hitting on me.”
“No way! I have to. The world wouldn’t turn if I stopped.”
Fallon rolled her eyes. “Oh, please.”
“No, really. It’s a scientific fact that I have to tell you that you are hot or the world will stop. Do you want that on your conscience?”
Fallon couldn’t help it, she laughed. “I’m pretty sure something would happen to mankind, and I know that you couldn’t have that all blamed on you.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you are gorgeous,” he whispered, sending chills down her spine. Lucas’ grip tightened around her waist and Fallon took in a deep breath. They were close to crossing the line that would bring them into a relationship status. Mindless flirting was one thing, but this was intimate. The way his arms were inching higher and higher towards her breast, and the way his nose lingered along her cheek a little longer than necessary all screamed relationship. And it wasn’t like she was stopping him!
“I don’t like you holding me like this, Lucas,” she stated. Fallon was sure he knew she was lying, but hell, she had to say something!
“Liar, I know you do. You are just saying that to say it. You don’t mean it.”
“Whatever, let me go.” Fallon went to move, but he wasn’t letting her go. She let out an annoyed breath causing him to laugh. When Fallon heard Aiden’s door slam and him run across the hall to the bathroom, she was sure Lucas was going to let her go. “Aiden is coming,” she stated, trying to get away, but Lucas wasn’t letting her go anywhere. Instead he pressed his pelvis into Fallon’s butt, taking her breath away.
“You are lucky our baby is coming down those stairs,” Lucas whispered, pressing into her so hard that Fallon felt every hard delectable inch of him. The sink bit into her own pelvis, hurting her a little, but the pain was welcomed. She liked it. “Because if he wasn’t, I would have you bent over this sink, tearing you apart to the point where you wouldn’t even be able to walk tomorrow.”
For the love of God! Really?!
Fallon’s eyes fell shut as he pressed into her once more, before letting her go and walking away. Fallon braced herself against the sink, breathing deeply in and then letting it out in a whoosh. Normal sane women would be offended by his statement and actions, but not Fallon. Nope, she was beyond turned on. She wanted to rip off her clothes, let him take her against the sink or hell, the table. ANYTHING! She just wanted it! Fallon wanted the feel of his teeth running down her body. She wanted him slamming into her, taking what he wanted. She was almost brought to begging for the way he used to look into her eyes as his hands roamed her body. She yearned for him to bend and contort her in ways only Lucas could do. God, she just wanted him!
When Fallon heard Lucas’ chuckles, she wanted to slap him but there was no way she could move yet. Not until she mentally removed him from between her thighs, because in her mind, he was ripping her apart like he said he wanted to do. She let out a ragged breath and Lucas’ chuckles stopped.
“Damn you’re hot, Fallon,” she heard him say but she wasn’t listening. Fallon was pretty sure that if Aiden hadn’t come down those stairs, she could have come right there. She didn’t even need Lucas or hell, even herself; the visions that were running through her brain were so vivid, so real. She took in another breath just as she heard Aiden jump from the bottom step, skipping two steps. Normally, she would yell at him since she was worried he would get hurt, but at that moment she was a little preoccupied.
“Are we ready?” Aiden asked. Fallon opened her eyes, turning the sink on so she could pat her face again with cool water.
“Waiting on your mom,” Lucas said with laughter in his voice. “I think she’s hot.”
Oh, damn fool man!
“Mommy! I’m hungry! Let’s go!”
Fallon took in a deep breath, willing herself not to be embarrassed, but when she turned around and looked into Lucas’ knowing eyes, her whole body caught on fire again. Yeah, she wasn’t going to make it through this breakfast with Lucas.
Nope, she was pretty sure she was going to spontaneously combust.
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Fallon didn’t say two words to Lucas the whole time they were at breakfast. Nor did she look him in the eyes. She was embarrassed. Why? He had a little bit of a clue, but still, she didn’t need to act like that. He loved that she got turned on so easily. He loved when she got that look on her face, the one that told him she was almost there. Lucas was certain that if Aiden had waited maybe a minute or so before coming down those stairs, that Fallon would have came right there in front of him.
Didn’t that tell her that she needed to just give in and have crazy monkey sex with him? Didn’t she get that he was affected by their intense flirting? That he would probably be hard for at least a week every time he thought of her beautiful ‘I’m almost there’ face? That he would continually think of the way her mouth parted some, the way her eyelashes touched the top of her cheeks, and the way her chest would rise and fall as she tried not to think about him, as she tried not to think about the inevitable? That they were going to sleep with each other? Soon. He didn’t know when but he knew she couldn’t hold out much longer. She wanted him, and boy, did he want her.
Now.
Lucas looked over at Fallon from where Aiden and he stood looking out at the beautiful Nashville skyline. She was leaning against the glass globe looking out at who knew what, but she look sad. He hated that she got like this, all because she was fighting what was supposed to be. They were supposed to be together, raising their boy. Supposed to come home to each other, make sweet beautiful love, and then bring more children in the world. His heart ached at the thought of seeing Fallon pregnant — he hated that he had missed it with Aiden. Lucas couldn’t think of anything better than to see his life growing in the belly of the woman he loved.