He grinned, grabbed my hands and started skating backwards.
I followed after him as he tugged me along.
“I was terrified you were going to hate me, or think I was overstepping,” he said. “All I ever want is to be here for you. To not cause you any pain, or hurt. I want to be the thing that soothes the bad things, to be a shelter for you. I want you to always feel safe with me.”
He stopped moving and my momentum pushed me into his chest and I wrapped my arms around his waist and stared up at him.
“I want that too,” I breathed, “I want?—”
Lukas kissed me, cutting off my words. I immediately melted into him.
His hands cradled my face, cupped my neck, tilting my head back to kiss me harder, deeper. My hands fisted in the fabric of his sweater along his back and I wanted more. When he finally drew back, we were both breathing heavily.
I didn’t want to skate anymore, I just wanted to feel him. I wanted his hands on me, his mouth on me, I wanted every part of each of us touching because I wanted a future with him. I wanted this man who made me want to live again, to find a way to move past that one day where it felt like my life severed.
I pulled back, and slowly skated backwards—back towards our blanket. Mischief sparked in his eyes, and then Mr.Graceful As A Baby Deershot after me, scooping me up and over his shoulder. I practically cackled as he raced us across the rink and onto the rubber mats. I swatted his butt, and he smacked mine back and just like the first time he did it. I didn’t hate the sensation.
I didn’t pay attention to how he got both of our sets of skates off. His mouth distracted me the whole time, and suddenly, I was on my back on the blanket and pillows with Lukas hovering over me.
Kissing.
Touching.
Grinding.
I gasped into his mouth, and he devoured me and I moaned. His body was a delicious heat over mine, and I could feel him where he was nestled between my legs. His hips rolled, and I moaned.
“Too many layers.” I said against his mouth.
I felt him grin, but he did nothing to fix the situation, just kept kissing me and tasting my mouth and making me squirm.
“Please,” I whined. “I want you. I want to feel you,” I begged as his hips rolled again, pressing into the most sensitive part of me.
I still hadn’t forgotten the feel of his fingers or his mouth and now all I wanted was the feel of him inside of me.
Lukas pausedallof his explorations, and the noise that fell from me would have embarrassing any other time. But right now—all I wanted was for him to get lost in me, for me to get lost in him.
He pressed himself up and cool air swept in, chilling my heated, oversensitive skin. His lips were slightly red and swollen, and I could feel that mine matched. His eyes were dark and full of lust and want and need. His breaths were quick and heavy and my body felt both too tight and light, like liquid.
“You know, I knew you were into some kinky shit—Eloise gave me a list of the books you like to read.”
Heat suffused my cheeks, and I knew that I would be murdering my best friend later, but the look in Lukas’ eyes had me trying to clench my thighs.
“But I didn’t think you were into public sex.” He leaned down and licked a kiss from my mouth.
“I-I’m not,” I gasped.
“Good, because it might be late and we might have privacy, but when I make you come on my cock, it will be in private and you will be screaming my name until your voice gives out.”
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
He really had read the books, because thatshould nothave been as sexy as it was.
My core was pulsing, and I didn’t think it would take much to tip me over the edge. I couldn’t help it. Lukas was still over me, his knees still between my thighs, but I slid my hand down the front of my body and under the waistband of my pants. I needed…I. Needed. This.
I moaned at the first touch of my fingers against my clit, my hips jerking.
I watched as Lukas’ eyes trailed down the length of my body to where my hand disappeared and he hummed his pleasure. He sat back on his heels and watched me. My breaths came quick and shallow as I rubbed and circled my clit. I could feel the release rushing, a brightness forming, a crescendo building. I slipped my fingers down and slid them inside, pumping in and out a few times before coming back up to massage my clit.
