Page 32 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss
Lucas leans back on his hands and looks up at the sky. “I know we can’t.”
“I know,” I say quietly.
Our eyes meet.
“You’re the first woman I’ve been close to in a long time, Mika.”
I shouldn’t. I can’t. I have to.
It’s as inevitable as gravity, our lips drawing together in a passionate kiss. We’ve been starving ourselves when the thing that satiates our hunger is right in front of us. I want him so bad. I need him so bad. And that’s my gut telling me that. My brain knows the risk. But if my insides are so sure about doing this, I can’t ignore them.
Lucas pulls me onto his lap. “Why can’t I resist you? Huh?” he says with his teeth clenched, his lips mashing up against mine. His hands tighten on my waist almost to the point it hurts. “What are you doing to me?”
I nibble on his lower lip and pull gently. I bury my face in his neck. “I can’t help it. I can’t help it. I’m sorry.”
It goes deeper than this physical connection for me. His kindness and his authenticity. The way he makes me laugh. The way I don’t want to be away from him. Oh no.
“Don’t be sorry, Mika. Please, don’t be sorry,” he says, voice fraying. He cups his face in my hands and looks into my eyes. “Do you regret it?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
Lucas hesitates before he speaks, examining my face for any sign of dishonesty. His forehead folds right in the middle when he’s reading people. “Promise me…” he repeats.
His hands are almost shaking. “Promise, Lucas. I promise.”
We kiss again. Again. Again.
I’m scared, but I don’t say it out loud. I don’t want to look back and regret any of this. I don’t want to fuck over my family because I couldn’t keep it in my pants. But I’ve always gone toward adventure with an open heart. And Lucas has been the best adventure of my life so far.
“I need you,” he says, lips against the shell of my ear. “I need you now.”
I can feel his need in his pants. And while I’d love to fuck him right here, that’s just pushing my luck. “Car. Have me in the car.”
And we trip and fumble our way back to the parking lot. No talking, just breathing. As soon as we reach the rental sedan, Lucas opens the back door for me and shepherds me inside. I lay down on the backseat and let him crawl on top of me. I welcome his weight and the way his muscles fit into mine. I wrap my hands around his face and run my fingers along the sharp edges of his jaw and cheeks. I can’t believe a man so beautiful wants me this bad.
“Haven’t done this since I was a teenager,” Lucas says raggedly.
I laugh. “Well, I’m glad I can keep you feeling young.”
“You make me feel a lot of things, baby,” Lucas chuckles and undoes his jeans.
There’s zero need for foreplay. The foreplay has been the whole day. The whole week. This whole tour. I wiggle my hips up against him. “Just wanna make you feel good things,” I whisper, kissing him.
“Always good things. Only good things,” he murmurs into my mouth.
With a little adjusting of clothes and bodies, Lucas slips inside me. I gasp. How does it feel the best it’s ever felt? This collision in the back of the car shouldn’t feel so fucking good, and yet my body immediately ignites.
“Fuuuck,” Lucas utters loudly and gruffly after only a few strokes. “Your pussy is so good, baby.”
Not Mika. Baby. I clench around his cock and relish the way he mewls. I wrap my arms around him, positioning my hands on his shoulder blades, and hold him tight to me so I can kiss him as much as I want.
As his pace quickens, his depth increases. The head of his cock rolls right up against my g-spot over and over. With each stroke, I whimper. I can’t help it. He feels so good inside me, his body right up against mine, in my arms.
Lucas grabs my thigh and wrenches my leg back, giving him the ability to thrust deeper inside me. I gasp and push my face into his cheek. The stubble on his face scratches my skin. “Oh my god. Oh my god,” I gulp out. Stars are appearing in my vision; the pleasure is so great.
