Wreck Me Forever - Lila Rose Page 0,40

to get there, get him back in my arms with his mouth on me in any way.

He gave off a light chuckle, and I knew he was thinking about me being cute. Usually I would take offense. I wasn’t cute. I was sexy and hot, but I didn’t mind the way Wade said it. It made me feel like in that one word, he actually meant all those things put together.

Climbing on the bed, I lay back on my pillow and looked at the man in front of me. He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at me with heat in his eyes. Heat for me. A guy.

How did I get so lucky?

I bit my bottom lip. I couldn’t think about anything other than what was happening in the moment, or my mind would get carried away, and fear could settle in, causing me to clam up and push him away. I didn’t want that.

“Fuckin’ sexy,” he told me.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “You don’t have to say—”

“Don’t,” he ordered on a growl. “If I didn’t find you goddamn sexy, I wouldn’t have this.” He palmed his hard erection behind his jeans. My cock jerked behind my sweatpants, which was on more of a display since I was lying back. Wade shook his head. “I wouldn’t be hard for you, Lucas. Hard because of your look, your voice, the things you do.” He kneeled on the end of the bed, then bent, his hands to the covers as he slowly crawled up over me. He dipped, pressed his lips to mine once, twice. “You drive me insane.”

“S-So do you.” I blinked. “I mean, ah, that you drive me, um, insane.”

Wade smirked. When his hand touched at my waist, I jolted, still not expecting his ease at touching me. His smirk grew into a smile, and he trailed his fingers up my side. I slapped a hand over my mouth when laughter burst out of me.

Wade’s eyes met mine, one brow rose.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I’m ticklish.”

He grinned. “Good to know.” He didn’t stop his path, causing me to laugh again, but when his hand rested against the side of my throat, I sobered. His intense look had me breathing faster, had my pulse ticking wilder. “Open those legs for me,” he ordered.

I did. He lowered his bottom half over me. I quickly bit my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning when his erection rubbed against mine. Instead, I whimpered and gripped the backs of his biceps to hold on.

“Christ,” Wade hissed, and all I could do was nod. Did he feel as lost as I did? Lost in desire? Spreading my legs more, I pressed my feet into the bed and ground up into him. His jaw clenched, his eyes closed, and again he cursed, “Christ.”

Yes, he was as lost as I was, and seeing it had me smiling, even at a time like that. I ground up again, and his eyes flashed open. He growled in the back of his throat, and then he was kissing me like he had no other choice.

I pushed all my worries away and just let myself live in the moment because I couldn’t have tried to stop it if I wanted to. Wade was there in my room, in my arms, on my bed.

It was a fantasy come true.

The kiss grew urgent. We tasted, teased, and rubbed against one another. I touched him in every place I could—his back, his hair, his neck, his butt. Our movements became jerky, and my balls were singing their praises because I was so close to an end I knew I would enjoy.

I didn’t even care about my embarrassment after the moment. I was going to ride this orgasmic roller coaster right to the end.

I tightened my thighs around Wade’s hips and pushed myself up and down faster. I slid both hands up and under his tee, touching his warm skin, wishing I’d taken the time to investigate his naked chest before we’d started the dry humping.

Dear God, we were dry humping, and it felt wonderful.

No, amazing.

I mumbled incoherently against his delicious lips.

“Fuck, what?” he asked, kissing down my neck.

He bit. I moaned. “I… we… gonna come,” I warned.

He groaned and bit again, then sucked on me where my neck and shoulder met, only he didn’t stop moving. His hands slid under my ass, and he held me tightly while we moved against each other.

“Wade, so close,” I warned again.

He grunted, trailed