Chapter 19
Ipulled into Becks’ apartment parking lot behind her, wondering if this was the best idea. We’d all cheered loud and been as embarrassing as possible for Nat and Lexi. After the game, Becks had handed her some money, letting her know she could spend the night with her friend and go shopping tomorrow. When I’d walked Becks to her vehicle, she’d stood there, only looking at her feet nervously, before I prodded her for information.
“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” I asked, leaning against her SUV.
“I was just wondering if you wanted to come over tonight and watch a movie or something? Since Nat is out of the house,” she trailed off nervously.
“I couldn’t think of any other way I would rather spend my Friday night, Rebecca,” I’d replied, my voice soft.
She’d grinned up at me relieved, and I’d had to add another tally to my mental check list of reasons I wanted to end her dickhead of an ex. This gorgeous woman in front of me, shouldn’t be so relieved and elated that a man wanted to spend an evening with her. It wasn’t spending time with her that was a bad idea. It was the fact that I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back with her.
Two months of nothing but kissing her senseless had me saving money on hot water. I hadn’t made out with someone this often since high school. I had to shake my head at myself. I was trying to be patient and wait. I didn’t want to push her, but, God I wanted her. The noises she made when we were together, just kissing, pressing my body into hers, had caused me to imagine what she’d sound like coming apart for me. I took a deep breath as I got out of my truck, making sure to lock it up.
“Get a grip, Lucas,” I muttered to myself.
I followed Becks into her apartment and shut and locked the door for her, before taking off my shoes and belt with my gun and other items on it. As I sat it on her kitchen bar I untucked my shirt. I glanced up and caught her staring at me where she’d dropped her tote on an armchair in the living room.
I looked down at myself, then back up, “I’m sorry, I was just trying to get more comfortable if we’re going to be sitting on the couch, I didn’t mean to make it look like I was expecting something.”
She snort laughed. That fucking snort laugh. I loved it, “It's really okay, Lucas. I was just admiring you, if anything,” she said slightly breathless, making herself busy kicking her own shoes off.
Even, her embarrassment and uncertainty were equal parts endearing and infuriating. I took the few steps from the kitchen bar over to where she stood, and moved into her space, sliding my hands around her waist.
Her eyes found mine, the apartment still dark, only moonlight coming in through the window, and I just stared down at her, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky.
“What?” she whispered.
“Nothing, I’m just admiring you this time,” I said gruffly. Even in the low light I could see her turn pink at my compliment. I really hoped some day she’d get used to me giving them to her. My hands tightened around her waist, before I slid them under the hem of her shirt onto her bare skin and hips.
She sucked in a gasp. I loved that I affected her like that, with just the slightest touch, “What movie are we going to watch?” I asked, ducking my head and kissing the side of her neck. Thank God for messy buns and easy access.
“Um…” she trailed off, tilting her head to give me more room. I continued kissing up to the spot under her ear that always made her shiver.
“Maybe we could just do this?” she asked softly, breathless.
I pulled back looking down at her. “Are you sure?” I asked.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, “I mean….we’ve had make out sessions before….” she whispered trailing off teasingly.
I raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. “Yeah,” I agreed. “On lunch dates, where we had the time constraint and sometimes, the fear of being caught in your car or mine,” I chuckled softly. “I’m finding it rather hard to stop myself, and hold back, the longer I’m around you,” I said. I continued letting my fingertips dance along the skin under her shirt, relishing in her shivers.
“Maybe I don’t want you to stop,” she breathed, causing me to freeze.
“Oh really?” I said, backing her up towards the sofa, sliding a hand up across her collarbone, finding the front of her neck and holding it, not squeezing, just steadying. Her pulse picked up under my hand. My heart was pounding in sync with hers.
It was like time was standing still as she looked up at me and I knew that if we crossed this line, I wouldn’t ever be able to give her up.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, licking her lower lip as my eyes tracked the movement. She suddenly looked uncertain again. Shit, this woman still thought she wasn’t desirable and how she could still feel that way was beyond me. I tugged her up gently, my hand tightening on her neck, causing her to reach her tiptoes. I leaned my head down and kissed her hard, not giving her time to ease into it. I slid my tongue between her lips, finding hers in our now familiar way.
She sighed into my kiss and her body melted against me as I released her neck and slid both hands down to the back of her thighs, tugging up and causing her to fall backwards onto the couch as I followed her down. I settled my hips between her open thighs and slanted my mouth over hers kissing her deeper and harder.
I’m not even sure how long we kept kissing, laying against one another, breathing in each other's oxygen. She was the only woman I’d felt like simply making out with was sufficient in so long. I got lost in her mouth, her lips, the soft sounds that she made. My hands slid up under the hem of her shirt again, further this time, over her stomach, fingertips tracing along the bottom of her bra. The furthest I’d ever gone with her and I kissed down her neck, trying to feel her reaction and acceptance. She arched her back and I took that as a sign of encouragement.
I moved my right hand up, pressing it down on the couch beside her head, holding some of my weight off of her as I slid the left up over her breast and palmed it gently. She grasped the back of my neck with her right hand, the left clutching at the back of the couch, as she gasped and arched again as my teeth found her neck, nipping and then running my tongue over the spot to soothe. I could feel her nipple through the material of her bra and slid a fingertip towards it, circling. I pushed, raising myself up further and looked down at her, as my fingertip toyed with her nipple causing it to tighten even more watching as she bit down on her lip.
“Stop,” I commanded, voice low and gravelly in the dark, “I want to hear every single damn sound I wring out of you,” I continued, watching her eyes turn molten under my gaze as she panted.
She nodded up at me, sighing audibly, her back arching and pushing her chest up at me.
I smiled down at her, “Good girl.”
Her eyes lit up at the praise, as I rose up onto my knees, sliding my hands down and gripping her shirt, “Can I take this off?” I asked,
“Yes, please,” she whispered, “Lucas, I need you to touch me.”
No more hesitation, I pulled her shirt off and tossed it somewhere over my shoulder. I reached around her back and found the hooks on her bra quickly undoing them and sliding it off. I looked down at her and clenched my jaw, trying to reign myself in. I watched her hesitate and go to cross her arms, to hide herself from me.
I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head, “Don’t ever hide yourself from me,” I practically growled. “You have absolutely nothing to hide, you’re the most beautiful goddamned woman I’ve ever seen, Becks.” Her eyes widened slightly, they were still filled with a heat that told me she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I ducked my head, kissing the peak of her left breast gently with closed lips, and she gasped louder. I smirked against the hardened peak, and parted my lips, letting my tongue dart out to lap at it gently.
“Lucas,” she groaned.
“I’ve got you, baby., I whispered, opening my mouth wide and taking as much of her breast in as I could, sucking hard, then letting it pop out, blowing hot air onto her puckered nipple, “Let me make you feel good.”
Releasing her wrists, my tongue continued lapping at her nipple, nibbling, and placing kisses all around her breast. I paid each area equal attention before moving to the opposite and providing the same treatment. Her hands moved to my shoulders, fingernails digging in, before pulling at my shirt tugging it up. I ignored her for a moment, continuing instead to slowly tease her, back and forth, working her into a panting mess below me.
“So sensitive,” I said around her nipple. “You’re so damn sensitive. I love how you respond to me, Becks.”
She moaned at my words, encouraging me to continue. Her hips were bucking softly, seeking more than I was offering at the moment. Her core grinding against me.
“I bet I could get you to come just like this,” I rasped against her chest between her breasts, kissing the spot, hot and open mouthed, before moving over and sucking a nipple into my mouth again, flicking it rapidly with my tongue.
She arched up against my mouth, crying out softly now, “Lucas!”
“Tell me what you need, baby,” I pulled up, looking down at her. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her chest was heaving, pink marks all over her breasts from my mouth and beard. Her nipples wet and achingly hard, pointing up at me.
“Use your words,” I said, staring down at her, “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you,” she said, imploringly, staring at me with big eyes.
“Here?” I asked softly, tracing her nipple with my finger, watching her eyes.
She groaned, “Yes, but…”
“But what, Rebecca?” I growled, resting my forehead against hers, “Tell me where you need me. Here?” I asked, sliding a hand down between us, between her legs, and cupping her through her leggings. Fuck. She was absolutely soaked, and I hadn’t even touched her here yet. “Are you aching for me? Jesus, sweetheart, I can feel you through your leggings. Is this all for me, Becks?”
Her hips pressed up, seeking friction. “Yes!” she cried out, Tugging at my shirt again trying to work herself against my hand.
I rose up to my knees, unbuttoning my shirt and practically tearing it off. The sound of buttons pinging off the hardwood floor drove me harder, fuck if I cared about ruining a shirt right now. I moved over her again, bracing myself again, sliding my right hand down her stomach into her waistband under her panties, cupping her with nothing between us this time, feeling her heat and wetness.
We both groaned, and she jerked at the sudden contact. Her thighs trembled and she whimpered. I ducked my head into her neck, gritting my teeth at how absolutely hot she felt against my hand, soaking my palm. “Becks,” I rasped. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling as she writhed under me.
“More,” she begged, rocking against my palm. I’d worked her into a mess. I let one of my fingertips slide between her folds, collecting her wetness, before gliding up nudging against her clit, raising my head up to look down at her again.
She closed her eyes, arching her neck back, letting her legs fall open wider.
“Lucas, yes, please. There.”
“Right here?” I asked. “Look at me.” My eyes met her chocolate ones. My fingertip circled her clit slowly, gauging her reaction. “Just like this?”
She nodded frantically, her whole body trembling under me.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ll make you feel good,” I said, working my finger in a figure eight pattern now.
Watching her mouth part in awe of what she was feeling was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
“Keep your eyes on me.” Her hips were working against my finger now, and I followed her lead, working with her reactions to give her what she needed.
Her breathing was picking up even more, and her moans were getting frantic around us. “God, Becks, you’re so beautiful like this. Coming apart for me. You’re so wet for me. You feel so good.” I moved down whispering against her ear.
She sobbed out brokenly, “Lucas!”
“Shhh. I know what you need, sweetheart.” I moved my middle finger down, sliding it into her easily, searching and rubbing against the front of her inner wall. I found the little fleshy spot that had her jerking against me suddenly, a fresh wave of wetness coating my finger and palm.
“Oh my God,” she was moving her hips quickly now, her thighs trembling, “Please don’t stop!”
“I won’t stop, baby. You’re being such a good girl for me, Becks,” I groaned against her ear, working my thumb against her clit in rhythm with my finger inside her, pressing harder against her G-Spot.
“Are you going to come for me, sweet girl? Come all over my hand and soak it?” I could do this forever, watching her respond to my praise.
“Lucas,” her breathing hitched, her nails digging into my bare shoulder blades, and I pressed harder against that spot inside her, against her clit, “I…oh God…I…what…”
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you. Come for me, Rebecca,” I growled, and felt her shatter, working her hips against my hand, practically yelling my name through the room.
She was shaking and panting, a light coat of sweat all over her breasts. Her hair was coming down from her messy bun and her eyes were dazed, lips open and moaning, and she was all mine. She’d come apart just for me. I leaned down and kissed her deeply, working my hand against her still as she came down from her high. I gave her exactly what she needed, letting her ride out her orgasm against my fingers, and holding her close.
She was mine, and I wasn’t ever going to let her go.