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Chapter Twelve
Lilly
I’m ashamedto say that one kiss from Lucas made me almost forget about his pig-headed behaviour in Perry’s. I know I asked him to come and get me, but that wasn’t code forembarrass me in front of all my friends and drag me from the bar at the first chance youget.
If the kiss wasn’t enough to make me forget, then our trip to McDonald’s definitely was. The fact he’d never ordered one before was shocking enough, but hearing the little bit of his past he let slip broke my heart. I couldn’t help visions of a skinny little boy with dark long hair and blue eyes entering my head. It’s not very often that Lucas allows me to see any of his vulnerability but the fact that he does sometimes gives me hope that he is letting me in, when he keeps almost everyone else at arm’slength.
By the time we’re heading towards his house, I’m feeling much more sober with a full stomach. That’ll teach me for drinking most of the day on a pretty emptystomach.
“Taylor’s moving to London. He’s got an assistant job at some swanky photography company,” I announce after a few minutes ofsilence.
“That’s good.” His reply is a little short, making me glance over to see what the issue is. His lips are pressed into a thin line and he’s gripping the steering wheel a little tooharshly.
“What’swrong?”
“Nothing. Sorry, it’s just been a long day, and as nice as eating a burger in my car was, I had other things planned.” I suddenly feel guilty for ruining what he’dorganised.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t get hold of you so I didn’t really think twice about going for adrink.”
“Stop, it’s not your fault. This is my shit. I’ve been waiting to spend time with you all week. It’s been driving me a littlenuts.”
“Me too,” I admit. I reach over and put my hand high up on his thigh. “Put your foot down a bit,” I whisper as my palm reaches uphigher.
The car lunges forward as Lucas does as I suggested and presses the pedal down. I’m both impressed and scared witless by the power his flashy Jaguar has. It seems like Lucas is on a mission, with the speed he takes the last fewcorners.
We come to a grinding halt on the gravel driveway outside his house and he’s out of the car before I have time to reach for my seatbelt.
I’m just reaching down to grab the rubbish when my door flies open and I’m pulled from the seat. I expect to be dragged along behind him so am shocked when I suddenly feel myself lifted off the ground and thrown over hisshoulder.
“Lucas,” I squeal, “is thisnecessary?”
His response is only a grunt as he shuts the car door and starts marching towards thehouse.
The second we’re inside I’m put back on my feet. I go to step away, presuming we’re heading for the bedroom, but a tug on my arm ensures I stop before being pinned back against thewall.
His lips go to mine as his hands find their way under my top. The second he discovers I’m braless underneath he groans as he pinches mynipples.
After a few seconds, his hands are on the move again and he’s undoing my jeans, shoving them and my knickers down mythighs.
“Turn around and put your hands on the table,” he instructs, nodding towards the side table in hishallway.
I do as he says but I’m obviously not how he wants me, because he grabs my hips and pulls them back. I just about manage to stay on myfeet.
“Don’t move,” he demands, and then I feel his fingers on me. He tests my readiness, and when he finds what he wants he pulls his hand back and lines his cockup.
I don’t get a chance to brace myself before he slams into me. He grabs on to my hips to help steady me but he doesn’t slowdown.
He folds himself over my back once he’s finished and pants in my ear. The feeling of that, along with him still twitching inside me, begins my climb towards round two. I don’t mention it though, because I’m going to need a few minutes—or an hour—afterthat.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers softly in my ear. “That was too rough. It’s just, this week, today, tonight. I just needed you,” he admits, and it makes my breath catch. I can’t imagine Lucas admits to needing anyone very often, ifever.
“Come on, let’s go to bed,” he says after he’s pulled out and helped me sort out my clothes on shakylegs.
“So did everything go okay handing your work in?” Lucas asks once we’re in bed. It’s one of my favourite places to be—possibly my absolute favourite—lying curled up into Lucas’side.
“Yeah, no problem. Now I just wait for the verdict and start looking forjobs.”
“Tell me about Taylor’s job. It sounds like a bigdeal.”
