Free Breakaway (Pro-U #1) by Ali Parker

leave me awake all night, analyzing it.
    He cupped the side of my face and tilted his head a little as his tongue brushed across my lips.
    I groaned and ran my free hand around his side, memorizing the delicious tightness of his flexed back.
    I started to move back, but he tightened his grip on the back of my head and pressed his tongue deep into my mouth.
    A moan pulled from the deepest parts of me as I opened up and lifted onto my aching toes to take more of him in. The dark flavor of root beer and cinnamon rushed over my tongue as he lapped slowly at the inside of my mouth. My mind exploded at the possibilities of him taking full advantage of me and working that thick warm tongue over every hidden part of me.
    He pulled back with glassy eyes and took a sharp breath. "Fuck. Forgive me. I just wanted to help."
    "Nope. You helped." I repositioned my backpack as one of my pointe shoes fell from it. We both went down for it and bumped heads - hard.
    I fell back on my butt, laughing as he reached for me.
    "Damn, Aubrey. I didn't mean for the kiss to knock you off your feet." He gripped my hands and pulled me up, tugging me a little too hard.
    I reached up and pressed my hands to his chest as I looked up at him with sincerity. "Thank you. Really. It was a shitty day."
    "I'm glad I could help." He touched the side of my face again as his eyes moved back down to my lips. "Let me take you to the game with me."
    "On your bike? Hell no." I moved back and took the shoe from him before turning to see half the girls from my dance company staring with open mouths. I couldn't help but taunt them. "I'm an Ice Queen, remember?"
    "She's my Ice Queen." Lucas moved in behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist before bending over and kissing the side of my neck as if we were far more than lovers.
    Chills raced down my spine, and my pulse started to race to the point of almost feeling dizzy. The hard press of his erection against the curve of my rear drove a spike of lust to settle between my thighs.
    I gave them a cheeky grin and pulled from him. "If you have another helmet, you can drive me over to my dorm so I can change. I'll walk to the game later. You guys have to be there far too early."
    "All right. Come on, Ballerina." He offered me his hand.
    I slapped it like I would Jayce's and walked toward the bike. "The show’s over, and I'm officially turned on, so come on and stop teasing me."
    "Who said anything about teasing?" He smirked and walked to the bike, but paused beside it. "You look good in that pink thing. What's it called? A dance bathing suit?"
    I laughed. "No. It's called a leotard, and stop being good to me. I'm emotionally beat today. I don't need anything else."
    He got on the bike and offered his hand. "Got it. No more being nice."
    "Really?" I got on the bike and put on my helmet before wrapping my arms around his thick waist. I wanted to reach down and cup his package so damn bad, but it was just residual lust from him playing the part of the sexy boyfriend to fend off my naysayers. He didn't have feelings for me. He was Lucas White. He didn't have feelings for anyone.
    "Really. Now, hush your pretty ass up and hold on tight."
    We both laughed as he pulled the bike out into the main lanes through the school. Somehow it felt like the ride would do me far more harm than it would good. I needed someone like him in my life. Too bad he was a closed book - not just to me, but to everyone around him.

Chapter 12
    Lucas
     
     
    I stopped the bike in front of her dorm and helped her off before pulling off my helmet. "You sure you don't want me to wait for you to change?"
    "No. Go ahead. Besides, I don't want to ruin your tough bad-boy appeal by making it look like you have a friend in the world." She gave me a cheeky grin and waved before turning and walking to her dorm.
    The tight stretch of her leotard across the sexy swell of her ass left my heart racing. I couldn't remember wanting to hear another woman besides Aubrey cry