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I started to laugh, helplessly, shaking my head—because of course he’d make it dramatic. Jesus. But at least I had an arm free now, and I wrapped it around his waist and reeled him in, yanking him against my chest and making him squeak.
“I love you,” I said again, because I couldn’t seem to think of any other words. “Forgive me?”
“Oh, God,” Chris moaned, his cheeks and throat and chest starting to flush pink. I knew what that meant, and my cock suddenly got so hard it hurt, right there in the English department courtyard. “I don’t have anything to forgive you for. And I really won’t ever do anything like that again, Lucas, I swear. But you can, um, you can tie me to the bed anyway? You know, like right now?” He swallowed hard, and then whispered the sweetest words I’d ever heard. “Take me home?”
Fuck, yes. “Yeah,” I breathed. “Home. Come on. You can eat the romantic pretzel on the way. You’ll need your strength.” And I tightened my arm around his waist and dragged him away, laughing, toward the parking lot.
Chapter Seventeen
Chris
Lucas hustled me toward his car so quickly I had to run to keep up with his much longer legs. If I hadn’t been jogging, I’d have felt like I was floating instead.
He’d come back for me. He’d come to find me, just like the hero of the kind of silly rom-com neither Lucas nor I actually liked to watch, interrupting that guy…whose name didn’t even matter. He didn’t matter. No one mattered but Lucas.
Lucas, who loved me.
Helovedme.
I gazed up at him, at his set jaw and his intent dark eyes, love of my own welling up in me so strongly I nearly—tripped over my own feet.
“Slow down, I almost dropped my pretzel!” I firmed my grip and stumbled after him, his arm around my waist not loosening in the least.
“Chris,” he said, in that tone that made me all shivery and achy in the best possible way. “If I don’t get you home and in bed with my tongue inside you in the next ten minutes, I’m going to lose it. And it’s a fifteen-minute drive. Shut up and keep walking or I’m going to take your goddamn romantic pretzel. Move!”
Well, when he put it that way.
I moved. I’d probably never moved faster.
The rest of the race to Lucas’s car, and the drive home, were kind of a blur. My cock had gotten so hard at “tongue inside you” that I didn’t have any blood left for my brain, and I couldn’t even eat my pretzel. I put my hand on Lucas’s thigh until he grabbed it, gritting his teeth, and tossed it back onto my leg.
Right, because he was already going ten over the speed limit. I looked more closely at his lap. His cock was nearly hitting the steering wheel, and I let out a little moan.
Okay, fifteen over the speed limit.
We made it home, and I’d barely managed to get my seatbelt unbuckled before Lucas had sprinted around the car, flung my door open, and dragged me out. His hands were everywhere as we stumbled up the stairs, and he started kissing me halfway up, his mouth so demanding that I melted into him and couldn’t walk, and then somehow the door was open.
Lucas landed on top of me on his bed, tearing at my clothes, saying something about how my shirt ought to come with a warning label. I tried to spread my legs, but the damn expensive skinny jeans were too tight. At least I’d worn them today so I looked amazing, but if Lucas couldn’t get them off me it’d be kind of self-defeating.
He got them off me, ripping them down my thighs and peeling them off my calves and feet, taking my itty-bitty boxer-briefs with them.
Lucas got to his feet, standing over me sprawled out naked on his bed, breathing hard and staring at me like he meant to eat me alive.
Oh, yes, please.
Now I could spread my legs.
Lucas loved me.
Lucas loved me, and he knelt down by the bed and yanked me toward the edge until my ass almost hung off the side. He grabbed my legs and tossed them over his shoulders, leaning in until I could feel the heat of his breath on my inner thighs and my balls.
And then he stopped, looking at my cock and not fuckingdoinganything.
“You said you loved me, but you’re such a tease,” I gasped. “If you loved me you wouldn’t leave me hanging!”
Lucas’s gaze flicked up to mine. “I’m not leaving you hanging. I’m trying to decide where to start.” He put his big hands on my thighs and massaged me with his thumbs, halfway between tickling and arousing, making me squirm. “You have this amazing cock I haven’t even tasted yet. I know what your ass feels like around my tongue, and I’ve been thinking about it all the time. You have no idea.”
My head dropped back against the mattress as I went a little dizzy, and my ass clenched, like it’d been thinking about it too. I stared up at the ceiling, panting. “I have some idea. I really, really do. Lucas, I want you so badly, I can’t even—oh!” I broke off in a wail as his mouth closed around the head of my cock, his tongue flicking my swollen flesh, lips hot and tight.
