Conquered And Seduced. Lyn Randal
His lips curved. What beautiful lips he had. She wanted to taste them with an almost fierce longing.
‘Yes, I’m hungry,’ he said. ‘I’m always hungry.’
Was it her imagination that there seemed deeper meaning in that simple statement? Could he be thinking the same erotic thoughts as she?
Of course not.
And she’d better stop this. It was ridiculous to want Lucan. Even when they’d been on better terms, she’d known that kind of intimacy to be off limits for him.
But that was before Lucan had left his faith.
And now? She didn’t know. She could hardly ask him if he’d given up his celibacy, if he was enjoying sensual pleasures again and if he might want to enjoy them with her…She wasn’t seriously thinking of doing that, was she?
She was.
Her entire body sang with desire. Her breasts were full and throbbing, her lower parts twitched every time he smiled. He smiled far too often.
Thankfully, Lucan didn’t notice her unusual preoccupation with lust. His conversation was common and easy, his glances no deeper than usual. And when his hand accidentally grazed too far down her backside in guiding her through the restaurant door, he’d been unaffected by the touch.
She was the one with the problem.
Severina looked around the restaurant, breathed deeply of the food-scented air, and stubbornly willed her body into submission. Time to give herself a good scolding.
It was one thing to acknowledge that she was a normal female and had physical needs. It was another thing entirely to use Lucan to appease those hungers. That would open a door she’d already closed. It would renew old feelings, quicken old hurts. It would be the wrong thing to do.
But then Lucan returned with a round cake of bread and a plump sausage. A long, plump sausage cased in a moist, oily skin. She watched in utter fascination as his deft fingers took up a knife, opened a small slit in the round crust of bread and slowly, so slowly slid the meat into the opening. Her lips parted as he lifted the food to his mouth.
Lucan’s low groan of satisfaction started the sharp throbbing in her body all over again. ‘Oh, yes,’ he said. ‘That’s good bread.’
She sucked in air and tried not to notice the ecstasy of his chewing and swallowing.
‘Sure you’re not hungry?’ Lucan’s voice held a touch of amusement.
She jerked back to reality. ‘Hungry?’ she repeated, the word sounding an odd, husky note. She cleared her throat. ‘No, I’m not…really, I’m not.’
He gestured towards the bread-wrapped sausage he’d lowered from his mouth to his plate. ‘Are you sure? You’re staring at my food.’
‘Oh, please. I am not.’
‘You were. I swear you were.’ His eyes seemed to dance with laughter. ‘You looked at my food like you’re starving, like you’ve never seen a sausage, like you’ve never before watched a man eat.’
Severina’s face suffused with heat. She had been staring in just that way and she knew it. But not for the reasons he thought.
It was only that she’d dreamed that dream.
‘I’ll be happy to buy you something.’ He gestured towards his plate. ‘Do you like sausage, Severina? I’ll buy one for you. Or I’ll share mine.’
She smothered a groan beneath her fist. She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.
‘All right, I know what we’ll do.’ Lucan took up his knife, cut the big roll in half and handed the larger part to her.
‘No. I do not want your sausage,’ she said through tight lips.
Lucan’s smile surprised her. Did he mock her?
‘Ah, I remember now. You prefer sweet.’ He lowered the food to the plate, slid the sausage from the bread and took up a small clay jar with a spoon. ‘This citrus spread should be just the thing.’
Delicately, almost lovingly, Lucan widened the slit in the bread with his knife.
‘The bread’s good,’ Lucan said as he put down his knife and scooped up a spoon full of the citrus spread. ‘But sometimes it’s a little dry without the right touch. Let me see if this helps.’ He filled the crevice with a generous amount of the sticky spread and closed the two halves together.
Severina watched in helpless fascination as he lifted it to his lips. His tongue…oh, gods. His tongue came out to lick the spread at the edges of the slit.
Severina realised she held her breath.
Lucan’s eyes closed in brief appreciation. ‘Perfect,’ he said, opening them again to fix his intense gaze on her. ‘I love that sweet taste. It’s good. And it’s all yours if you want it.’
Severina let out her breath in an unsteady puff.
He didn’t notice that as he handed her the food. ‘I like sharing this with you again,’ he said quietly, his gaze locking with hers.
Severina wondered if she were wrong to hear subtle meaning in the words. It seemed he didn’t refer to the food at all.
Their gazes held. There was a long moment of silence.
‘You should enjoy life more,’ he said. ‘There’s much beauty to be found in this world, if one only looks for it.’
‘And what beauty should I seek, Lucan?’ she asked breathlessly. ‘Where should I look?’
His smile was slow and sensual. His gold-tipped lashes lowered to shield his gaze. ‘You can find pleasure nearly anywhere,’ he said, his voice a deep, low rumble. ‘Sometimes it’s right in front of you. But you must be willing to let go of your fear. Trust that everything will work out.’
Let go of your fear. Trust.
The words hung in the air between them. She was sure they were speaking of more than this meal or this moment.
‘What are you saying?’ Her voice was a whisper. ‘We can’t go back…can we?’
His expression softened. One hand came up to gently caress her cheek. ‘No. We can’t go back. Nobody ever can. But there’s always tomorrow.’
She closed her eyes against the sadness. ‘Sometimes I wish it could have been different for us.’
He leaned closer. She tasted him in the air she breathed. ‘Do you wish that, Severina? Then speak the word and make it so.’
She wanted to. She wanted him. And she might find such pleasure in this day, this moment…if pleasure were all they sought.
But today led to tomorrow, and that was the problem. Lucan had proposed marriage. It would save her from the censor, but—what if the censor wasn’t the only enemy she faced?
She dared not explain to Lucan why she couldn’t yet give him an answer, or why the choice of marriage could never be a simple yes or no, not for her, not until she knew all the facts.
Did the censor work alone, motivated by nothing more than his own greed? If so, Severina would marry Lucan and do it happily.
But if the censor were in league with her old enemy, marriage to Lucan would not solve her problem. It would only compound it, bringing him into danger along with her.
Until she knew, her future would be uncertain and so would his. If Anok Khai had found her, her worst fears would be realised. And her nightmare might easily become Lucan’s, too.
‘You’re right, Lucan,’ she said, a gladiatrix going for the quick thrust, the most merciful kill. ‘We can’t go back. Nobody ever can.’
Lucan studied her for a