Should I wrap my arm around her?
Before I could decide, Lucy’s small hand appeared, fingers wiggling in expectation. I curled my arm around her, our hands meeting once again, weaving together like they’d never been apart.
“Is this okay?” I didn’t rest the full weight of my arm against her. It would be hell, but I’d stay awake to make sure I kept her comfortable. I didn’t want to fall asleep and crush her with my stupid muscles.
“Mmmm-hmmm,” came her wordless response.
I froze when she began to shift against me. Each movement Lucy made sent lightning bolts to my manhood. When her lower body pressed back, the curve of her ass fitting perfectly against me, I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth protested. My blood heated, rushing south with such force I grew dizzy. My cock hardened instantly, painfully trapped against the unyielding denim, throbbing with hunger I couldn’t satisfy.
Thank fuck I didn’t get under the damn covers.
By the time Lucy’s body stilled, I was a man gone crazy.
I tried to calm myself, breathing in and out slowly, while wondering if my cock was going to stay rock hard all night or give up. I desperately needed to reach down and adjust, but my hand was still married to Lucy’s, and I wasn’t willing to let go.
When my heartbeat finally slowed, no longer feeling like a damn racehorse in my chest, I let myself relax a little against Lucy.
“You’ve no idea what you do to me,” I whispered, thinking she was asleep.
Only she wasn’t.
“What do I do to you?” Her voice was so quiet I barely caught the question.
“Everything,” I murmured, unable to say more around the lump in my throat.Did she really not know the effect she had on me?No, she had to. There was no way her Omega nature didn’t feel it—the magnetic pull, the mount heat, the feeling of completion.
She went quiet again.
Soft breathing pulsing through the air, the loudest most important sound I’d ever heard.
Asleep?
Again, she fooled me.
“Tell me a story.” Lucy pulled her hand away and turned in my arms, rolling over to face me. Her lashes fluttered but then settled again. Her face was slack, and if she hadn’t just spoken and moved, I wouldn’t believe she was awake.
“What kind of story?” I moved slowly, pushing my left arm beneath her neck so her head would have more support, and then resting my right arm along the length of her side, hand cupping the curve of her hip.
“One about you.” She pressed her face against my chest, cheek against my bicep.
“Okay,” I whispered, racking my brain until a memory came to the forefront of my mind, one I’d almost forgotten. “Once upon a time, on my birthday, Nitro and Asher robbed a library.”
A drowsy smile tugged at Lucy’s lips. “A library,” she mumbled, “But everything’s free?”
“Exactly,” I agreed, lifting my hand from her hip and pushing it into her hair. I began to massage slowly, making Lucy moanwith pleasure. “But nobody expects some punk kid in a leather jacket to walk out with a copy of The Odyssey under his shirt.”
She laughed softly, the sound spurring me onward.
I launched into the ridiculous story, continuing it even after Lucy actually fell asleep.
58
KANE
{Days later}
“Ta-da!” I placed the carburetor on the oil-stained shop towel draped over our impromptu workbench. Despite being solid wood, the low coffee table creaked under the new weight. This part, pulled from the guts of my newest project car, was about to become Lucy's first real lesson.
She stood across from me, her brow furrowed, and her silver-white hair pulled up in a messy bun with wisps escaping to frame her face. Damn, she looked like every car guy’s wet dream right now. She just needed a pair of coveralls—nothing worn underneath—and a wrench in one hand.
