Wreck Me Forever - Lila Rose Page 0,38

top of his ass, and dragging him forward. His legs opened and cradled my hips.

“Fuck,” I clipped against his jaw. Both of us breathed hard. I wanted more yet though. I kissed my way to his neck, which he arched for me, and there I sucked on his skin, marking him for myself.

“Wreck,” he whimpered.

Kissing where I’d been, I shook my head. “Wade. Call me Wade.” I took his lips in another kiss and ran my hands up his back while his fingers ran up, gliding back and forth over the back of my head, feeling the rough buzz cut there.

He was driving me crazy. I expected to be freaked out since I didn’t feel the press of breasts against my chest, but I wasn’t. If anything, it was new and fucking exciting. My cock was rock hard. I tugged his lower body forward more and ground my cock into his. Another thing that didn’t scare me, feeling how hard his dick was against mine. I liked knowing he was turned on as much as I was.

He pulled back panting. His warm eyes were wild. “Wade” was all he said.

“Bedroom?” I asked.

He nodded. But he bit his bottom lip, and it had me thinking he was worried.

I kissed him quickly, and said, “I ain’t looking for more than you’re willin’ to give, Lucas. No pressure.”

He let go of a heavy breath. “I… this… it’s a little confusing still. You’re here. You kissed me.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “You want to go to my room. With me. A guy.”

I dropped a chuckle. “It’s different for me, but as soon as I saw you, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. You’re fuckin’ stunnin’.”

His cheeks coated in red and he dropped forward, burying his head in my shoulder. Did he know how sexy he was? Had no one complimented him on it before? Shit, he would have noticed men and women checking him out. I saw it with my own damn eyes at the compound. Brothers who probably weren’t even into guys were looking at him appreciatively. The women were the worst though. They eyed him like they wanted to lift their skirt and have him fuck them right there and then. It’d surprised the fuck out of me because most were old ladies to hardass bikers, yet they saw Lucas—cute, timid, but sexy-as-fuck Lucas—and would have done anything for him if he’d asked.

“You’d get many dicks hard, Lucas.”

“Stop it,” he mumbled against me.

Smiling, all I could think was how goddamn cute he was.

“All right, I’ll stop for now.” Hell, I couldn’t stop grinning. His shyness, his innocence, was a turn-on. I had him in my arms. I had Lucas Storey in my arms. I’d been kissing him. Now there was no way I would give him up for anything or anyone.

We’d take it slow, get him used to it, to me, and get others used to the idea of me being with a man. There’d be times where I wouldn’t be sure of myself, but fucking hell, I was sure about the man against my chest.

Stepping back, I helped Lucas to his feet. He swayed forward a little, and I steadied him.

“That was your fault,” he said.

Chuckling, I replied, “Fair enough.” Jesus, I hadn’t felt this light in a damn long time. He caused this, made me feel like a fucking teen knowing I was going to get me some. Even if it was making out for the rest of the night, I would be happy with that.

What the fuck?

Me. I would be happy just kissing?

That was when I realized I had it bad.

I couldn’t ruin this.

Chapter Twelve

Lucas

If Wreck—Wade—wasn’t holding my hand, he would see how much it shook like the other one. I was a mess, body and mind. I didn’t know if I should be pushing him away and telling him to get out or rejoicing because he kissed me stupid, and then maybe I could offer myself up on a platter. Naked.

Kicking him out would probably be the safest.

So why was I following him down the hall to my bedroom?

Maybe it was because he’d left the compound, the party, to come after me and set me straight. Maybe it was because he found me attractive and told me he couldn’t get me off his mind. Those two things I still couldn’t get over. Shock kept me walking. He’d chased me. He’d said I was attractive when he’d had a beautiful woman in front of him.