Wait for Me / Trust in Me by Samantha Chase Page B

trail down Lucas’s chest to the hem of his T-shirt. Her hands found their way underneath the fabric, and as they traveled up, Lucas accommodated her by simply pulling it over his head. Bending forward, she trailed kisses from his belly back up to his throat until she made her way back to his mouth and settled in for a while.
    When she finally lifted her head, her eyes were glazed and Lucas’s gaze was eating her up. He reached out and cupped her face in one of his large hands, running his thumb over her swollen lower lip. “I could lie here all night kissing you, Emma,” he said gruffly, “but I’d be lying if I said that was all I wanted to do.”
    She smiled with womanly satisfaction. “What is it that you want to do, Lucas?” she whispered, and then let out a squeal of delight as he switched their positions again so she was on her back underneath him.
    â€œI’m not really good with words, Emma,” he said with a wicked smile. “I’m more of a man of action.”
    Emma found that she could easily live with that.

Chapter 8
    There was nothing like a good full-body stretch when waking up. Emma always found that a great way to start her day. The feel of a very warm, hard male pressed up against her back as she stretched, she decided, was an added perk.
    Peeking over her shoulder, she met Lucas’s slumberous eyes. “Good morning,” she said softly, and when he chose to say nothing Emma felt the first pangs of panic. She had essentially said last night would be a one-time thing—well, not one time, but one night. No, they had gone beyond one time multiple times over. Was he regretting their night? Was he angry at her for provoking him until he couldn’t say no?
    Even now, Emma could not believe how brazen she’d been. Never in her life had she been so turned on and so determined to have exactly what she wanted. From the way Lucas was staring at her right now, she was beginning to regret being so bold.
    She turned her gaze away from him and glanced at the clock. It was after ten. No surprise there, they had finally fallen asleep some time right before dawn. Giving up on Lucas having something to say, Emma made to move from the bed.
    Lucas’s arm banded around her waist and pulled her back against him.
    Emma turned her face slightly toward her pillow and smiled. So he wasn’t as unaffected by their night as he was trying to make her believe. The feel of him pressed up against her back had that boldness coming to the surface again. “Something I can do for you, Lucas?” she asked sweetly and she heard him chuckle.
    It was well after noon before he breathlessly turned to her and said, “Any chance you’d be willing to throw together some more of those grilled cheese sandwiches?”
    Emma laughed out loud.
    * * *
    Later in the afternoon, Emma was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine she’d brought with her when Lucas came in from outside. She looked at him expectantly. “Well, how goes the big thaw?”
    â€œI can’t speak for everywhere but it looks as if the plows have come through around here. It’s still below freezing out so I’m sure that if anything thaws, it’s going to freeze up again quickly. Have you watched any of the weather reports on the TV?”
    She shook her head. “Sorry, I got caught up in my reading.”
    Lucas stepped forward and before she realized his intent, he’d grabbed the magazine from her hands. “Ten positions to make him crazy in bed?” He looked at her incredulously, reading the rest of the headlines on the cover of Cosmo. With a chuckle, he handed it back to her, then leaned down and placed a searing kiss on her lips. “Trust me, Emma, there’s nothing that article can teach you.” Without another word, he headed into the mudroom to hang up his coat.
    Emma merely sat there and fanned herself with the magazine. “Well,” she said