Page 85 of Would You Rather
The nickname that once felt like an insult when we first met now feels like the sweetest compliment I could ever get.
I turn on my side to face him. He smiles, swiping a thumb against my cheek. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me until I’m tucked up against his chest. We’re still both naked from last night, and I can feel his erection against my leg. Nothing about this is sexual, though. It’s just our bodies unable to part, needing to be close.
Twice, I’ve woken up in the same bed as Lucas, and while I prefer to have my own space, to be able to stretch out and have the bed all to myself, waking up to him is everything I never knew I wanted.
“I’ve never slept with anyone before,” I murmur.
His brows tug together. “You mean…”
“No.” I shake my head, letting out a laugh.I wish. But unfortunately, Daniel took that from me. “I mean actual sleep,” I correct. “Like in the same bed. I thought I’d be too much of a control freak for that.”
“You are,” he says.
I shake my head. “I’m serious.”
He chuckles. “So am I,” he says, lifting an eyebrow. “You hogged the covers all night long. Wouldn’t stop kicking your feet.”
My cheeks heat at the thought of him sleeping peacefully and being woken up by the need to not be restrained. What is it with hotels and tucking the covers as tight as they can, anyway? “I’m sorry,” I say, burying my head in his chest, his smell making me feel a little dizzy.
He laughs, cradling my face. “Don’t be. It was the cutest shit I’ve ever seen,” he says, leaning down to kiss me. “And so fucking worth it.”
“You enjoyed last night?” I ask him. It was everything to me, but I’ve only ever been with one guy, and until Lucas, I never bothered to change that number. I didn’t want another guy, and I didn’t want to get attached to someone just to be hurt by them all over again.
He glares at me. “Thought that was obvious.”
“Just wanted to hear you say it,” I admit, smiling up at him.
He grins, pressing his lips against mine. “I loved last night. I loved every bit. And I can’t wait for it to happen again.” Our mouths move together, our tongues sliding against each other. A moan grumbles at the back of my throat, and he pulls back, lust brimming in his eyes. “I get what you mean,” he says, swiping a thumb over my bottom lip. “This does feel like a dream.” He shakes his head. “I never thought this would happen. I was so hellbent on denying my feelings for you, but I wanted you so bad.”
I tug my bottom lip between my teeth, still feeling the burn of his kiss. “And now?” I ask him, my heart beating. “Do you still want me?”
His eyes darken as he pins me beneath him. “Yeah,” he says, flicking his tongue over my lips. “I still very much want you.”
My breathing gets heavier when I feel his hard cock pressed against my belly. “So I’m not out of your system?” I ask him.His brows furrow in question. “I thought once we broke the tension between us, that would be it,” I admit. “You’d have enough of me, and you’d be running out the door.”
“No fucking way,” he says with a grunt. “You’re stuck with me. I’m afraid you made a mistake. I’m addicted now.” He leans down and kisses me. “To your lips, to the taste of your pussy. To you. There’s no getting rid of me.”
I let out a shaky exhale when he trails down to my breasts, swiping the tip of his tongue over my nipples. I never knew they were so sensitive, but I swear, a few more licks and I’m going to come. “That’s fine by me,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
He pulls off me with a pop and smirks down at me. “Who are you, and what have you done with Madeline Davis?” His brows tug together. “She would never say such sweet words to me. She would tell me how much I annoy her, or call me an asshole, or say she hates—”
I shut him up with a kiss, getting lost in the taste of his lips. “I don’t hate you,” I tell him. “Far from it.”
He lets out a sigh, kissing me back. “Me too,” he whispers against my lips. “So far from it.” His lips meet mine with need, and I open up for him, wrapping my legs around his waist. His cock slides through my pussy that’s already so wet for him and I moan into his mouth.
“Meet my family.”
My eyes snap open, and I furrow my brows at him. “Your cock is two seconds away from being inside me, and you’re asking me to meet your family?”
He laughs. “I’m serious,” he says. “They’re obsessed with you, and they want to meet you.” His lips find mine. “I want them to know you.”
My hands wrap around his hair, my fingers getting intertwined in his curls. “But you said they don’t care about who you date.”
His cheeks turn a deep shade of pink, and his eyes narrow. “I lied,” he says. “They knew it was fake.”
My eyes widen. “They did?” Well, shit. At least I don’t feel guilty about all of my friends knowing.
He nods. “Yeah.” He kisses me. “You’re not mad I broke the NDA?”
