Chapter 930

Lucian lowered his head and captured Rosalind's lips in a searing kiss.

Rosalind gasped against his mouth, her thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. She placed trembling hands against his chest to push him away, but Lucian merely tightened his grip on her wrists, deepening the kiss with possessive intensity.

On screen, the movie's passionate love scene mirrored their own heated moment. Lucian kissed her like a man starved, his lips moving with desperate hunger as if she were the last drop of water in a desert.

His mouth trailed fire down her jawline to the delicate shell of her ear, then buried itself in the silken cascade of her hair.

Rosalind's knees nearly buckled. Who could have predicted their innocent movie date would escalate like this?

"We can't—" she protested breathlessly, "People will see—"

Lucian's hot whisper sent shivers down her spine. "I don't care. I need you."

That voice—rough velvet laced with barely restrained desire—undid her completely. Rosalind had never stood a chance against Lucian's charms.

Then came the words that shattered her last defenses: "Help me, darling."

Help him?

He was asking for intimacy right here in the darkened theater.

Rosalind's eyelashes fluttered wildly. "Lucian, we're in public—"

But he was already guiding her slender hand downward, his breathing ragged. "Trust me," he murmured between kisses that stole her protests.

She never saw the movie's ending. Barely registered leaving the theater. Only remembered Lucian's strong fingers intertwined with hers as he led her outside into the cool night air.

They walked slowly down the lamp-lit street. Lucian studied her flushed face. "Angry with me?"

Rosalind fixed him with a glare and threw his favorite phrase back at him. "What do you think?"

Lucian's rich laughter echoed between the buildings.

He actually laughed!

Rosalind punched his arm playfully, only for Lucian to sweep her into an embrace, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

Wrapped in each other's arms beneath the starry sky, Rosalind experienced a happiness so profound it stole her breath away.

Just then, a group of college girls passed by, their eyes locking onto Lucian with audible gasps.

"Oh my God! Is he a model or something?"

Rosalind tilted her head to study him. Dressed in an impeccably tailored charcoal suit, with his aristocratic features and commanding presence, Lucian did resemble a GQ cover model. Young, wealthy, and devastatingly handsome—he attracted attention wherever he went.

She'd always known about his lethal charm. Beautiful women like Genevieve had thrown themselves at him constantly.

Narrowing her eyes, Rosalind teased, "Enjoying the attention, Mr. Heartthrob?"

Lucian's lips curved as he tucked a stray lock behind her ear. "What other women? My eyes only see you."

Rosalind's heart flipped.

Pulling her close, Lucian murmured, "Come along, girlfriend."

Girlfriend?

Did he just—?

The passing girls clutched their chests dramatically.

"Why are all the gorgeous ones taken?"

"I'd kill for a boyfriend like that!"

Rosalind bit her lip to contain her giddy smile.

At the car, Lucian opened the passenger door with old-world courtesy. "Your chariot awaits."

She slid into the luxurious leather seat.

As the powerful engine purred to life, Rosalind glanced at his profile. "It's getting late. Shouldn't you take me home now?"