Hunting lust, p.1
Hunting Lust, page 1
© J. D. CHASE 2013 (All rights reserved)
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Chapter 1
I awoke feeling too warm and became aware of two other things very quickly. Firstly, my arm and leg were draped across something … no … someone, and secondly, I was not in my own bed. I was sleeping with my head on something other than my pillow ... I could hear a loud, strong, steady heartbeat. I cracked an eye open and tried to remember the events of the night before.
Memories quickly filtered into my brain and I became aware of a slight rise and fall of the object under my head. I tentatively lifted my cheek and found that it had been resting on a man’s chest. Lucas’ chest! And it was Lucas’ body that my limbs were draped across. What the hell? He was lying on his back, keeping his arms and legs to himself. As soon as I attempted to extricate my limbs, I heard, and felt, a deep rumble in his chest as he chuckled softly.
“Good morning, Issy. Sleep well?”
I immediately rolled onto my back and broke all contact. I didn’t think I would ever get used to waking up in the same bed as someone else. It felt awkward, and I was very relieved that I wasn’t naked. I wondered how quickly I could get up, dressed and out of there without being rude. “Mmm. Good morning. What time is it?”
“It’s just after five-thirty.”
“Oh, gosh, I didn’t realize it was so early. Did I wake you?”
He turned to face me and leaned over me slightly. His eyes searched my face. He seemed as anxious as I was. Perhaps he feels awkward about waking up with someone in his bed too. He probably wants me out of here as quickly as I want to go.
I tried to keep my face as impassive as possible under his close scrutiny. He seemed to relax slightly before answering, “No, I’ve been awake for half an hour or so. I think it was your snoring that woke me.”
I was about to refute the snoring allegation when I saw the corner of his mouth twitch.
“Oh no! I am so sorry to have woken you with my terrible snoring. I think it might be best if I slept alone in future so that this doesn’t happen again. I would hate to deprive you, or any other man, of a good night’s sleep.”
At the mention of ‘any other man’, Lucas gave a low growl and his expression hardened. I slid my body to the edge of the bed and swung my legs out of bed, preparing to stand up. Before I had chance to stand, Lucas’ arms were around my waist. “I was only joking. You didn’t wake me; I’m always awake by this time. In fact, I’m usually in the gym by now. I didn’t want to move in case I woke you.”
“Well, don’t let me stop you from completing your daily routine. I’ll just get dressed and then go home to shower and change for work.”
His grip on me tightened slightly. “There’s no need for you to rush off. I’ll order us some breakfast. It‘ll be here by the time I‘ve had a quick workout in the gym.”
I couldn’t imagine sitting down to breakfast with him - I felt awkward enough as it was. “No, honestly it’s fine. It’s too early for breakfast for me. You go and have your workout. I’ll just get dressed and go back to mine.”
“And how are you going to get to your apartment?” He sounded annoyed.
“Walk, of course! I‘ll be home in a few minutes,” I replied.
“Issy, there is no way that you are walking through Manhattan alone at this time of day. If you don’t want to have breakfast yet, we could work out together.”
Does he mean that we could go to his gym together or does he mean that we could have a different type of workout? Actually, a bit of time in the gym might help the awkwardness that I’m feeling - and it’ll make Lucas keep his distance.
I decided to ensure there was no confusion. “Okay, you have a quick workout and I’ll pound the treadmill for a while and then you can accompany me to my apartment, if you think it is so dangerous out there.”
Lucas’ hesitation in replying told me that he would rather opt for the other option but he allowed me to stand by loosening his grip on me when I moved.
I turned to face him and self-consciously pulled down his tee-shirt when I saw the lascivious look in his eye. Then I became aware of a rather obvious problem. How on earth would I be able to use a treadmill when I lacked any sportswear?
When I voiced the problem, Lucas just laughed and said that I needed no clothes, that it would be liberating to run naked! I just glared at him and reminded him that it was his fault that I didn’t have any panties to put back on.
Ten minutes later, I was dressed in my bra, another one of Lucas’ tee shirts and a pair of boxers that, although they clung to Lucas’ frame, they hung off mine. I put my hair up using just one band and used the other to shrink the waistband of the boxers so that they didn’t fall down. Annoyingly, Lucas found the whole thing amusing and, as he dressed in tight fitting gray sleeveless running top and black shorts, he watched me struggling to keep the boxers up. I stuck my chin in the air and ignored him.
I followed him down the hallway; past the rooms that I’d already visited and many that I hadn’t (closed doors meant that I couldn’t sneak a peek). Eventually, we emerged into his gym. I’d been expecting a small home gym but oh no - this was an enormous room with every piece of state of the art fitness equipment that you could think of. I wandered around looking at all of the machines as Lucas hit the treadmill. I couldn’t help but cast glances in his direction every so often. He was so graceful, even when he was sprinting at top speed.
He finished up on the treadmill and moved to the bench press. God he is fit! No wonder he’s so good in bed! Look at those muscles working. Look at how his skin glows when he is working out. Oh my, look at that bead of sweat running down his neck and over his collar bone … I could just-
“Are you going to just sit there ogling my body all morning?” His voice startled me and reigned in my stray thoughts. I huffed in indignation and walked over to the treadmill. I started off at a fast walk, studiously ignoring Lucas.
As I worked up to a run, he moved on to lifting free weights. I couldn’t resist watching his biceps expand and contract and I found myself wishing that he was topless so that I could properly see the muscles in his chest and back properly. Hmmmm!
He then did an impressive number of sit ups and crunches before picking up a skipping rope. He was unbelievably agile and skipped like I’d seen boxers do on TV. Faster and faster he skipped. When he finished he was dripping with sweat. Oh my, why is that so hot? He saw me watching and walked over and asked if I was okay. I could only nod and then … oh my god … he dropped down and began to do push-ups. It looks so sexual. Don’t stare at his ass going up and down! It looks like he is fucking the floor … lucky floor! I was thoroughly entertained as he performed a variety of push-ups, one-armed, knuckles and some that I couldn’t name, but fully appreciated as a spectator.
I was having trouble concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other so I slowed down the speed of the treadmill and adjusted it so that it was inclined. That way, I figured I could still get a good workout but I would be less likely to end up in an untidy heap on the floor.
He walked back towards me, hair damp, skin glowing and eyes sparkling. “Enjoying the view, Miss Prince,” he asked suddenly and I realized that I was staring - again! I was feeling distinctly hot and bothered, despite the air conditioning and I didn‘t think it had anything to do with my workout. I cast my eyes down and ignored his question, concentrating on feeling the stretch in my calves. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him get a glass of water from the cooler and stand there watching me. I brazenly pulled off the tee shirt and threw it onto the floor.
My temperature shot up another few degrees when I felt him get on to the treadmill behind me. I felt his hands on my hips as he fell in step with me. He got steadily closer to me until we were touching. “Faster,” he whispered suddenly so I adjusted the speed slightly.
“Faster,” he whispered again. I obeyed and we were running together, uphill. I was incredibly aware of the proximity of our hot, sweaty half naked bodies. The air around us seemed to be charged with electricity and, when I felt his breath on the back of my neck, I shivered and stumbled. The next thing I knew, we were a tangle of limbs on the floor. I had a safe landing - Lucas had grabbed me around my midriff and I had landed directly on top of him, both of us face up.
I turned to check that he was okay but he was completely still, eyes closed. Concerned, I knelt next to him and softly called his name. Nothing. Oh crap! Has he hit his head? Is he unconscious? What should I do? CPR? No, check that he is breathing first.
I leaned forward to put my ear over his mouth to listen. I listened carefully … nothing! Panic began to well up inside me. What do I do? Oh my god! Please don’t let him be dead! What do I do? I know - check his pulse!
“Lucas - don’t you dare be dead!” I muttered as I leant back over him to check for a pulse in his neck.
I squealed as hands grabbed me roughly and pulled me down. “Okay, I daren’t be dead,” he chuckled.
Before I
Without warning, he pushed himself up onto his hands and looked down, into my eyes. “God Issy, I resisted you when I woke and found you draped all over me but I sure as hell can’t resist you when you’re like this.”
“And I sure as hell don’t want you to, when you’re all hot and sweaty like this.”
He raised an eyebrow, and there was a twinkle in his eye when he asked, “So, when you were ogling me while I was innocently working out, did you like what you saw?”
His pupils were dilating and his irises had darkened wickedly. Gone was the good natured twinkle. I swallowed and just nodded.
“Did watching me getting hot and dirty turn you on?” Those black eyes were boring into mine now.
My throat was suddenly very dry and I couldn’t speak so I nodded again.
“Hmmm. Did it make your pussy wet?”
My eyes flew wide open and I gasped.
“Well? Did it? Or shall I just see for myself?” He cocked his head to one side as if to wait for an answer but then slid off my body.
I still couldn’t speak. My heart was hammering in my chest and when he moved to look down my body, I squirmed under his gaze, pressing my thighs together.
He trailed a finger across my bare stomach and then back again. If I wasn’t wet before, I sure was now! I quivered in delight. Then he slipped his finger under the waistband of the boxers I was wearing and continued to trail his hand back and forth, without going any lower. I arched my back in frustration but he just pushed me back down.
“So … shall I see for myself, or are you going to tell me?” he murmured in that deep sexy voice that made me almost faint with wanting.
I shook my head and he stilled his hand. Suddenly, he pushed his hand down into the boxers and slid a finger into my slit. I jolted - a mixture of shock and pleasure, and then relaxed as he slowly trailed his finger back up and over my clit. I opened my legs expectantly but he withdrew his hand.
I raised my eyebrows and pouted indignantly. He grinned and then sucked on his finger as though it were a lollipop. “Hmmmm, you taste gooood!” he drawled before jumping to his feet.
“Come on, you wanton creature. We’ve got to get ready for work!” He held out his hand to help me up but I just glowered at him in frustration.
His eyes flashed and his lips twitched with barely suppressed mirth. “What’s the matter? Did you think that I was going to take you here and now?”
I stood unaided and just looked at him from beneath frowning eyebrows, hoping to convey the message that I was thoroughly pissed off with his games and yet, not willing to admit that I had thought that I was going to be shagged senseless before breakfast.
He stood, hands on hips, watching me with obvious amusement so I did the grown up thing and stalked off, back to the bedroom. I stomped straight into the en suite and turned on the shower. I removed my bra, boxers and hair band and stepped under the hot spray. I quickly shampooed my hair and washed my body in what must be record time. I turned off the shower, and turned to get a towel from the heated rail, only to find Lucas sitting on the side of the bath, watching me with a smirk on his face.
I wrapped the towel around my hair, grabbed another from the rail and sashayed past Lucas, water dripping off my naked body. I could hear him chuckling as I walked into the bedroom. Bastard! Weirdly, I didn’t feel rejected, just frustrated … very frustrated! It would serve him right if I lay on his bed and brought myself off … now that was a thought!
As I walked to the bed, I noticed the time on the alarm clock. Almost 7am! Crap! I had a meeting at 9am with a prospective client and I needed to go home, get changed and get my samples ready for the meeting and get back to the office.
I quickly towel dried my hair, then my body and sat on the chaise, attempting to detangle my hair with Lucas’ comb. I did the best that I could then I pulled on my blouse, skirt and jacket.
Lucas sauntered back into the room with a towel around his waist, just as I was picking up my purse.
He stopped and raised his eyebrows questioningly.
“I have a 9am meeting and it’s already gone seven so I must dash. I’m sure I will be safe walking the short distance to my apartment now,” I explained.
“I wouldn’t guarantee it …especially when wearing no underwear,” he replied.
“Nobody will know that I have no underwear on.”
“I’ll know,” he retorted.
“Well, you’re hardly going to attack me, are you?” You don’t even want me this morning when I was offering myself to you on a plate! I pulled a face. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”
He narrowed his eyes and his jaw clenched. I automatically took a step back.
“Just stay there until I’m dressed and then I’ll take you. No argument!” He disappeared into his dressing room and I debated whether or not I should just go. Instinct told me that it would be unwise to disobey him so I sat on the chaise and combed my hair through again.
A few minutes later, he returned wearing a light blue button down shirt and black slacks. He repeated his hair styling routine (if you could call it styling) and looked as just fucked as possible. Although he wasn’t … he could have been, but he wasn’t! I glared at his back as he went back into his dressing room.
Two minutes later, he was ready. As I slid my feet into my pumps, I found myself wondering which version of Lucas was most gorgeous. Business Lucas, all crisp and smart in a black designer suit, dominating the business world or Athletic Lucas, working out in his sweats? Actually, it was simple … both! NO! Neither … the most gorgeous Lucas of all, was naked Lucas - by a mile!
Lucas refused to allow me to walk through Manhattan with no underwear, even with him accompanying me. So we descended in the elevator to the basement garage and Lucas got behind the wheel of his Lexus SUV. It seemed ridiculous to me to take a car journey rather than a five minute walk but Lucas was adamant.
He pulled up outside my apartment block and, despite my insistence that I could manage from there, he shot out of the car and dashed around to my door. Just to block the view of any passersby as I swung my legs out of the car.
“Thank you, Mr. Hunter, for protecting my modesty,” I said, sarcastically, as I stood. “I can take it from here.”
“What about breakfast? You haven’t eaten - and I doubt you will have time. I’ll grab us something. Be back in five minutes.” And he walked off, leaving me staring after him.
After greeting James, who didn’t bat an eyelid at my appearance - crumpled clothes and wet hair, I told him to let Lucas up when he returned. Then I dashed into the elevator and up into the apartment.
Thankfully, there was no sign of Angel as I hurried into my bedroom. I didn’t have time for twenty questions. The client I was meeting was the owner of a record label and well known for his philandering ways. I decided to go with a younger, fresher look than I usually wore to meet clients.
