Page 26 of Be Your Anything
Lucas’ hands settle on my shoulders then rub up and down my arms in a reassuring gesture that has my ramped-up nerves slowing down a bit.
“Ignore them,” he says, stepping into me. “What I meant was, do you want me to kiss you?”
Everything inside of me freezes at his question.
I hadn’t considered that part, the idea that we might kiss as a part of this. I just assumed I’d come in here and jerk him off. Aren’t most high school boys just hard all the damn time? Does he feel like he’ll need to make out in order to get it up?
“I guess,” I reply, sounding unsure even to my own ears.
Lucas laughs again, though he keeps the volume of his voice low so as not to attract attention from our friends outside. Then he steps even closer so our bodies are touching.
I love how he towers over me. I’m not as short as Paige, but 5’4” is still on the shorter side, and Lucas is definitely over six feet tall.
When he’s right here, our bodies lightly pressed together, my head tilted back to look up at him, I wonder how he has ever been turned down by anyone. Because right now, I feel like I’d be willing to give him anything.
“This is one of those things I love about you, Len—you don’t give any man the time of day, and when you do, youdefinitelyaren’t trying to stroke anyone’s ego,” he says, though there’s a lightness in his eyes that tells me he’s teasing.
“I just meant…well, I mean,obviouslyI want you to kiss me. How could I not want that?”
It isn’t until I’m done speaking that I realize I might have revealed a little too much.
There’s a pregnant pause, and it feels like I’m watching Lucas’ mind process my words in the expression on his face, that little hint of confusion then surprise, followed by a smirk of pleasure.
“Glad to hear you want me to,” he says, his eyes twinkling, “because if you didn’t, it would make this whole thing a lot more uncomfortable.”
I giggle, my nerves overtaking my body as his head drops, his face coming closer to mine.
“No, I…definitely want you to.”
The last thing I see is his smile—that charming thing that has every woman in our town thinking Lucas Pearson is so sweet and alluring and handsome—before his lips press against mine.
It starts off slow, something tender and tentative in the way he kisses me, in the way his mouth teases mine open. His tongue lightly caresses me and lights up nerve endings I didn’t realize I had.
I’ve kissed other boys before—a few of them, actually—and the kisses were good. They were great, even, something to share with my girlfriends and daydream about in class when I didn’t want to pay attention to the boring teacher.
This, with Lucas…this isn’t a kiss. This is a takeover, an absolute domination of my every cell and feeling and emotion.
I’ve never been so aware of another person’s hands or breaths, of the way one hand rests lightly against my chin, a thumb stroking my neck, the other holding my hip.
As I finally come back to myself, as I regain my bearings and focus more on participating in the kiss rather than silently observing it happen to me like an outsider, I notice the light bit of stubble on his face, the taste of his breath, the smell of his skin.
Not the smell of his cologne, which is its own delicious scent, but the underlying layer of soap I’m noticing as his skin heats up beneath my hands.
Hands that grip his neck, wrap around his waist. Hands that seem to act of their own volition as they tug him against me, press us even closer together.
His mouth opens and the kiss takes a new turn, our tongues tangling, dueling, almost fighting. His hands begin to move, squeeze, grip in a different way. It sparks every nerve and creates a feeling low in my belly that I’ve never had before.
He moans into my mouth, and then his hands are sweeping down and hooking around my thighs, lifting me up off the ground.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling back with a startle. I let out a tiny shriek when I feel cool metal beneath my thighs, then realize he’s set me down on top of the dryer.
His mouth is back on mine and I’m lost to his kisses again, to the feeling of our bodies pressed together, of his strength and warmth and his hands holding me close.
This…right here…this is what I’ve always wanted, what I’ve always hoped for but never felt brave enough to really believe would ever be mine. Lucas, holding me close, desiring me, needing me with the same force that I need him.
Now that I have it, I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same.
“Has he shot his load yet!?”
