Wreck Me Forever - Lila Rose Page 0,39

He’d wanted me. Me!

I mean, the kiss we’d shared weeks ago was out-of-my-mind hot, but then he’d sent me that text. I’d thought he’d had his fun, and that was done. Obviously not, because what we’d just done in the kitchen blew even the first kiss out of the water.

Wade glanced back with a small smile that shot me straight to the groin. It wasn’t only my stomach in knots from excitement and nerves; it felt like my whole body was. Only my dick was ready for something to happen. It had started to get hard when I first saw Wade, then grown with what he said and the kissing. Now I was already leaking in my boxers. I wanted to look down to see if it was visible, but knowing my luck, Wade would glance back in that exact moment, and I wouldn’t be able to look at him for the rest of the time. And I wanted to look at him. I had to make sure he was still there, real, and wanting me.

He wanted me.

Wreck— Wade… whatever his last name was. I really had to find that out.

We entered my room. Wade shifted me to the side of the door with his hands on my waist, then closed the door, all while watching me, causing my stomach to dip.

“At your pace, Lucas,” he said again.

I nodded, and a curl dropped into my eyes. Before I could brush it away, Wade was there, taking it between a finger and thumb. He gave it a tug, staring at it as it straightened and then watched how it sprang back up once he let go. He then brushed it behind my ear and traced the outer shell of my ear. I shivered, lost in the feeling, and witnessing him be so gentle.

“Fuckin’ love your hair.”

“Really?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

“Really,” he said as he threaded his fingers through my hair and gripped tightly, causing me to gasp. His eyes intensified, burning into me. Gently, he pushed me back, so I touched the wall. He stepped in and slowly lowered his head.

“Fuckin’ love these lips,” he said against said lips before taking my mouth in a fierce kiss. I lifted my shaking hands and pushed his vest from his shoulders. When it was down to his elbows, I paused at my bold move. Wade lifted his head. I knew I was blushing brightly. I didn’t want him to think I wanted everything that night. I wasn’t ready for everything. But I also wanted him comfortable, wanted him on my bed to make out a bit more, and maybe reach second base. Light groping to a point we both released our loads sounded good to me, and I was happy to do that with our clothes on. Since his body was fit and mine was… well, mine, smaller in every way than what Wade was, I just knew—from living with Zion—that they were particular with their vests. They treated them with care, placed them down, didn’t throw or put them anywhere in jeopardy.

But how did I tell him all that?

It felt like I was still learning words when he was around. Especially when he drove me as crazy as he was with his eyes and hands still gripping me.

“Um,” I started and then licked my lips, to which he growled low at. Oh boy, that was hot. It made me think he wanted to be the one to lick my lips. He’d already done it, but it felt as if he wanted to be the only one to do it, that I had no right to my lips, only him.

“I, ah… you see… you, me, clothes on, but fool around. Except vest?”

His smile was the biggest I’d ever seen on him. He chuckled, seeming satisfied. “So fuckin’ cute,” he muttered before giving me a peck and stepping back to remove his vest before laying it carefully over the back of my swivel chair. He kicked off his boots, then took off his socks and lifted his chin toward the bed. “Get on,” he ordered.

Thankfully, I was twenty-two and not some thirteen-year-old just learning what it felt like coming and wanting to do it every second of the day because I would have come in my boxers right there and then.

But I discovered I liked being told what to do. Especially the way Wade did it.

My steps were faster than I should have shown in front of him, but I wanted