Wreck Me Forever - Lila Rose Page 0,72
perfect for me. Christ, I was already growing half hard from just thinking about being inside him. I couldn’t wait to do it again, and again, for the rest of our damn lives.
After warming the washcloth, I walked back into the bedroom to find him exactly as I’d left him, with him smiling at me. He brushed some hair from his face, and I sat on the bed, first cleaning him off and then myself before dropping it to the floor.
“You sore?” I asked, getting back in the bed and dragging him close once more.
“A little. But I’m already looking forward to doing it again,” he admitted before he ducked his head into my chest, embarrassed by his words. I grinned. He’d eventually learn he didn’t have to be embarrassed. However, until then, I fucking liked seeing him this way as well.
Chuckling, I said, “That’s good. I know I’m already lookin’ forward to it.”
And many more days spent with him. Hell, they didn’t even have to be spent fucking. I wanted him in all ways. To talk to, to hold, to know everything about, to even fucking hold his hand. I wanted him in every way.
He was mine, and soon, everyone would know, and I didn’t give a shit because it meant I could do all those things without hiding. Except the fucking. That’d be behind closed doors. No one got to see Lucas as he came.
“You make me happy, Lucas.”
He lifted his head and smiled softly. “You make me happy, Wade.”
I tucked some of his wild hair behind his ear. “Thank you for the second chance.”
He shook his head. “Thank you for wanting me.”
“Always will.”
He kissed my jaw. “Same.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Lucas
It had been a month since Wade and I had first had sex. He’d made me wait for a few days before he got to do it again because he wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be sore for the second time. I’d told him my body would get used to it, but he wouldn’t listen. It had been our first argument.
Standing in the bedroom with my hands on my hips, I shouted, “Don’t you think I know my body just a bit more than you?”
“No.”
I growled under my breath. “You’re being stubborn, Wade Williams.”
“Usin’ the full name. At least I know what to look out for when you’re pissed at me. But I’m not givin’ up on this, Lucas. We wait.”
I threw my hands out, then planted them back on my hips. “I’m fine,” I snarled. “I know I’m fine. I was fine the next dang day.”
He stood from the bed and stomped across the room to me. He cupped my cheek and lifted my angry gaze to his. “You may feel fine, but I won’t risk it. I didn’t like you feelin’ uncomfortable the first time. I don’t like the thought of you in pain. Your ass is sensitive. You admitted it just this damn mornin’. For my sake, please give in on this, and I’ll suck you off.”
I went to argue back until the last words registered. “Well, okay then,” I replied.
His grin was smug. He’d won, but in the end, I did too because I came, and okay, he did as well, but still, I felt like I won.
Since then, we were at it like rabbits. He couldn’t get enough of me, like I couldn’t him. I’d also been right. My body may need a day of recuperation, depending on how hard he’d taken me, but my body adjusted to him.
The only nights we slept apart from one another were when he was working, which was three times a week, or if I studied and stayed up late in the living room so he could catch up on some sleep.
“Morning” came grumbled from behind me. Wade and his grumpy self had just woken.
I glanced over my shoulder from the stove and smiled. “Morning back. There’s coffee in the pot that’s ready for you.” Wade had brought a coffee maker since he didn’t like instant, and he was here all the time.
Instead of getting the coffee, he came up behind me and kissed my shoulder. Topless, his skin warmed mine. “What’re you makin’?”
“Pancakes.” I turned my head enough for him to give me what I wanted: a quick kiss before I faced the pan, so I didn’t burn them.
“I’m gonna get fat eatin’ your cookin’,” he said, his voice low and gruff from sleep still.
I laughed. “I doubt it. You work out every day. Besides, my not-so-healthy