Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3 Read Online Free PDF Page B

I just do not know.
    But, I know this: It is sexy as fuck. I waste no time moving around to stand in front of her. I need to see her face. Perhaps I can help and I sure as hell am not talking to the back of her head.
    I stand in front of her, but she looks down. I encourage her to look up towards me, and she slowly lifts her head. Shit … my breath leaves my lungs at rapid pace causing me to gasp. I fixate on her big, brown eyes. Those long, dark eyelashes flutter at the same time my heartbeat drums faster. Her enchanting eyes are wet with tears, and shit, if she does not look naturally stunning, yet vulnerable; it gives this girl an exquisite charm. An intriguing charm.
    I am mesmerised, completely entranced by this beautiful woman standing in front of me. Drawing my attention from her eyes, I roam over her gorgeous and pretty heart-shaped face, neat, little nose, high cheek bones peach in colour, luscious and glossy lips, flawless dark skin tone … Wow.
    This girl is painstakingly breathtaking. She is without a doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. She radiates natural beauty and her sweet little tears make her look even more attractive if it is possible. Divinely precious.
    Moving my flitting gaze upwards, I notice she has shimmering chestnut-coloured hair piled on her head in that sexy, just fucked way. It is elegant, highlights her slim neck and striking contours of her face, but it also looks seriously tempting and sensual … those little waves hang down all messy … I could imagine running my fingers through those wavy locks. This woman is a sight for sore eyes. Ronan was not exaggerating after all.
    Sexiest brunette I have ever had the pleasure of seeing.
    My eyes travel south. A hint of olive, smooth-looking skin around her neck meets the plunging V neckline of the black blouse she wears. Christ … my heart rate accelerates and my skin is covered in goose bumps. My lips pucker and eyes widen.
    Her breasts are round, high, and pretty damn impressive. It would be hard not to admire her generous set. I can see the hint of her lace bra underneath the sheer chiffon fabric of her blouse, completely tantalising, and shit, if it does not draw attention to her set, a perfect handful and some.
    Her blouse is not meant to be daring; I do not get that impression from this woman. She appears to be more reserved, classy, and subtle. I do not think she has any idea how attractive the chiffon with a moderate amount of tasteful transparency is … how attractive she is. Shit, if that black lace bra is not a fucking cock tease and turns me on.
    I take in her figure—slim, curves in the right places, small little waist, and long thin legs in tight jeans. I can only imagine how fucking sexy and luscious those legs will be going by the rest of her body. Those legs are meant to be wrapped around a man’s waist. Fuck, I need to give myself a shake.
    She steps backwards and I get the impression I am intimidating her because I have been absorbed in her beauty, admiring her. My hand automatically reaches out, and before I know it I have gently lifted her chin up wiping away some sweet little tears glistening under her eyes. God, just touching her skin sends a surge of intense heat through me.
    There is something very endearing about this woman … innocence I think. She seems pure and virtuous, goddess like. It is just an impression I get and I have never had thoughts like these before from someone I have just met.
    She draws her head away, tilting it to the side, her cheeks blushing. I have either embarrassed her or she is feeling the chemistry and attraction too. I cannot quite work it out yet, but shit, I am determined to try.
    I apologise, but she fidgets with her fingers in front of her mouth, which leads my attention to stare at her left hand. No ring. Fucking marvellous, no husband … she is not taken. I need to find out if she has a boyfriend. Someone as beautiful as this surely cannot be single. Her looks