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I’m supposed to hate him.
Lucas swallows. “Mine,” he growls, squeezing my forearm. I tilt my head at him, but he just moves back into our private bubble. “Next time that happens, I’m balls deep inside you, Wild Girl.”
He pulls his hand out but doesn’t move away. He stays where he is, his shoulder brushing mine. I peek over at his lap, and he’s hard again. He doesn’t touch it. He doesn’t acknowledge it. He doesn’t throw me over his shoulder and run for the nearest bathroom. It takes the rest of class and what looks like some supreme willpower, but eventually, Lucas is fit to see other people without them knowing how turned on he is when class ends.
The overhead lights flicker on like harsh spotlights, yet the spell hasn’t broken. It’s nowhere near disintegrating. We stay in our seats, the class emptying out. The teacher dawdles, picking up her things and waiting. When Lucas just gives her a blank stare, she shakes her head and exits the room.
In a nanosecond, he’s leaning over me, kneeling on his chair with one hand on my desk and the other on the back of my seat. He lowers himself, and I watch as he descends, half fear and half lurid curiosity eating at me. I don’t move. I can’t move. He hovers his lips over mine. “You surprised me. No one surprises me.” And then he kisses me. His hungry lips part my own. He thrusts his tongue inside, taking over. He moves his hand to the back of my head where he holds me to him, fingers keeping me firmly in place as he obliterates my precious mind.
I may never be able to fantasize again.
I kiss him back with the same fervor. It’s raw and demanding, yet still practiced perfection. He kisses me and kisses me. Minutes pass. Eons. His lips collide with mine over and over until his phone vibrates in his pocket. He groans into my mouth, pulling away like it pains him.
I stare at him in shock, waiting for him to say something nasty. To tell me that this is all a joke. I half-expect the door to open and for Wyatt and Stone to pop through it, Stone with his haughty air and Wyatt with his laughter, telling me that they played me. They played me so good.
Instead, Lucas stays in his present position, his hand dropping down my neck to land on the back of my chair again. He sits back down, keeping his eyes on me until he takes his phone out and presses it to his ear. “Yeah.” He lets out a breath as someone on the other side answers. “We’re coming.” He hangs up then, pulling his desk away from mine, so I can get up. The only thing is, I’m not sure I trust my legs to work right now. They might be Jell-O. Or pudding. Just waiting to wobble around and embarrass the shit out of me.
Lucas pulls his bag up his shoulder and then moves around to me. “I can see you freaking out,” he says.
“I-I’m not,” I protest even though I am. I so fucking am. My lips feel ten times their normal size, and all I can think about is that I want to be this obliterated every second of every day.
He pulls me against him. “Instead of freaking out, why don’t we just see where this goes, Dakota Wilder? When I called you Wild Girl, I thought I was teasing, but now I’m wondering what else I can get you to do.”
I want to say nothing, but in my head, I’m wondering the same thing. He put me in a trance. A sexed-up alternate reality.
He slides his hand down to tangle in mine. “I think this school just got a thousand percent better.”
I huff out a laugh. I love this school, and even I think he’s right.
When we meet Wyatt and Stone in the hallway, Lucas doesn’t let go of my hand. In fact, he holds it tighter when I try to pull it away. Stone glares at it like he wants to set it on fire, but then he turns without a word and shoves the main doors open.
“Well, this oughtta be fun,” Wyatt coos, a wicked grin on his face.
I can’t help but watch Stone retreat with taut shoulders and a look like he could kill. I guess if I have to put up with his ornery ass, at least I have Lucas.
19
We walk through the parking lot toward Wyatt’s truck. When Lucas takes the truck keys out of his pocket, I snake them and run past him to the driver’s side door. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m feeling positively giddy.
Actually, I know what it is. I’ve just had the best kiss of my whole entire fucking life. And I let Lucas Govern play with my clit. In school. In front of people. Undetected. How could I not be riding a fucking high?
“Whoa, whoa, Tits,” Wyatt shouts as I unlock his truck and jump in the front seat. Several students nearby turn toward us and snicker at my nickname. I just shrug it off because anything is better than Blue’s Clues. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I lean out, giving him a wink. “We’re talking treasure, right? There’s only one place to do that.”
“No, I mean, what the fuck are you doing in my truck?”
I settle back in the seat and push the button to start it, then rev the engine.
Wyatt pales. “No. No fucking way.” Before I can lock the door to keep him out, he sprints forward, winging his door open and jumping up into the front seat with me. I let out a squeal and try to scramble away before he sits on me, but he doesn’t let me get too far. He sits the seat back a little and then pulls me onto his lap. “You want to drive my truck? Then we’re going country. You’re doing it in my lap.”
I force out a breath as my body melts against his. “I know how to drive a truck, you know.”
“Your piece of shit? How can you even put those two trucks in the same sentence?”
I shift in his lap and gape at him. “That truck is a classic.”
He smirks. “A classic?” He practically bites the word out like he doesn’t approve. “Your truck might as well be a giant ass paperweight.”