Chapter 64

• Lucas urged my chin up with the barest touch from his fingertips. I looked at him, relished his touch and his gaze, wanting all of it. I needed it to forget, to become who I was and who I should be. I wasn’t a whore, or some meek secretary, or a plaything for the likes of Mark Shaw.
• I was Amira. Strong, determined, maybe a little unsure with some confidence issues, but I was me and Lucas understood and accepted that.
• Gently, like a true lover, he pressed his lips to mine. I opened my mouth slightly, feeling the light warmth of his breath passing over my lips and tickling my tongue. I couldn’t stand it for long, though. I wanted him—desperately needed him—so badly, and I think he needed me, too.