After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Lucas stared at her fair, pure face, then suddenly leaned in, cupping the back of her head as he kissed her.

His kiss was skillful, teasing her bit by bit, waiting for her to give in and respond.

"I don't believe you," he murmured, his breath heavy and warm as he traced the shape of her lips, his

voice huskier than usual.

Outside, the night deepened, the streetlights casting long shadows that barely reached the inside of the car, which remained dim and intimate. Their breaths mingled, and the temperature inside the car steadily rose.

The car was parked under a tree, its shadows flickering. The dappled light cast a faint shadow over their faces.

Aveline wanted to resist, but it was too late. Her body was too accustomed to Lucas' touch.

So familiar that it took him no time at all to make her melt.

Lucas chuckled lowly. "But your body says you like me.

Aveline's eyes filled with unshed tears, her breath unsteady as she said, "My reaction is perfectly normal. Being teased by a man like you, of course, I'd respond this way. If it were someone else, I'd still..." She didn't get to finish her sentence before Lucas' lips captured hers again.

He couldn't tolerate what she had said.

just as enticingly if another man

couldn't even imagine such a scenario. The thought alone drove him

"Mm!"

pushed him, not wanting such

better for both of them to keep some

she struggled, the wilder

waist and lifted her onto his lap,

each other's

flushed,

hand and placed it

"Do you want this?"

softly against his chest. "Luoas, when it comes to sex, we're quite compatible, but emotions are another matter." Lucas gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at

this?"

eyelashes quivered, the defenses around her

biting her lip with malicious intent, punishing

tears welling up in her

and

Aveline paused. "We're not?"