My reaction was immediate. A new whimper climbed up my throat.
“That one,” he whispered. “I’d do crazy things for that sound, Rosie.”
“What things?” I breathed out. But all I wanted to say was, Please. All things. Now.
Lucas’s hips pushed against mine in response, punching the air out of my lungs at the need surging through my body. Hard. He was so hard and big. “Things like fucking you against this door, right now.”
I wanted to scream at him to go ahead.
But before any words came out, his mouth was retracing the path back to mine, leaving behind a trail of tingles that spread down my arms. His lips stopped over mine. Not making contact.
Not kissing me.
Why wasn’t he kissing me?
His nose dragged along mine. “I was so close to fucking you this afternoon,” he confessed, his voice dropping. “Taking you on the floor of that bathroom.”
I whimpered, pulling at his clothes again, but he wouldn’t move.
All he did was take my bottom lip between his teeth and say, “Do you want to hear what other crazy things I’m close to doing now?”
“Yes.”
“I want to bring down these little pajama shorts you’ve been driving me crazy with,” he told me low, so low, against my mouth. “Panties off, too.” His lips flicked along my jaw. “Just so I can get deep, deep inside of you until the only thing you feel is me.”
My eyelids fluttered shut at his words.
“Do it,” I pleaded, hearing the outrageous need in my voice. “All of that. Please.”
“No.” He scraped his teeth along the shell of my ear again, making my toes curl. “Not now.” His words felt like torture, taking away the possibility, the idea of having this right now. Of having him as soon and as fast as I could. “Do you know what I’ll do instead?”
My eyes opened just in time to see his lips part in a slow grin. This was a new type of smile. It wasn’t the happy and bright curl of his mouth; it was dark. Sultry. A warning and a promise. One that I wanted him to keep.
“Tonight,” he said, and I knew before his next words that there was no turning back, that after tonight I would never be the same, because I was getting him, all of him. “Tonight, I’m taking you to bed. Fucking you deep and slow. And I won’t settle for that beautiful whimper. Tonight, I’m making you scream my name, Rosie.”
If I thought he had come undone at any point before, I couldn’t have been any more wrong.
Because the moment those words left his lips, Lucas unraveled.
He lifted me up again, and before I could complain, before I could really think, he was guiding my legs around his hips as he stalked to my bedroom.
My heart toppled. My need stirred. And next thing I knew I was being dropped on top of my comforter.
His head tilted very slowly, and his eyes trailed up and down my body, and God, never in my life had I been looked at like that. Like he was ready to eat me alive.
Lips parted, I watched him finally rid himself of his coat. Then, he reached for the hem of his hoodie and pulled it off in one smooth motion.
He hadn’t been wearing anything underneath.
A sound of need climbed up my throat because I might have already seen him naked, I might have already seen the indents of his hips and every lean muscle flexed, but not like this. Not even in the shower earlier today. Not with that dark glim to his eyes, or that knowing bend to his lips.
“No shirt?” I heard myself ask.
His chuckle was smooth, secretive. “I was in a rush when I left the apartment. I still don’t know how I managed to leave Aaron a message so he’d get Taco. He must hate me right now, but I can’t seem to care.”
My throat dried up, his expression turning serious when he stepped closer to the bed.
He stopped right beside the edge, then said, “Come here.”
Without losing a single second, I got on my knees and crawled until I was right in front of him.
Lucas looked at me, something breaking, softening. The back of his fingers brushed my cheek and he said, “All this pink covering your skin. Eres preciosa.” He inched closer, his face tilting down so he could meet my eyes. “I’m dying to see how low it spreads.”
Sitting on my knees, I stretched my arms up. Giving him every green light ever.
Lucas didn’t hesitate to take my offer, and he pulled my shirt over my head.
A broken breath left his lips as his eyes roamed up and down my body. Taking in my bare breasts.
“Me robas el sentido,” he murmured. “You take away my breath.”