Aria
This was not my fucking plan. I’m not supposed to be lying here, naked and wrapped up in the sheets like some lovesick idiot. No. I was supposed to rip him a new one, and maybe, just maybe-let him grovel for a few hours before even considering forgiving his stubborn ass.
But the second he walked through that damn door? My traitorous body betrayed me. One whiff of his scent, and my fucking brain short-circuited, legs spread, and here we are.
Lucas steps out of the bathroom, and fuck me, he’s still naked.
That glorious body…broad chest, sculpted abs, that V-line leading to the goddess personal gift to me. My eyes automatically drop lower, and holy shit…just looking at that thick, heavy cock is enough to make my thighs clench. I swallow hard and snap my gaze away before I embarrass myself by getting wet again.
He smirks. “That was amazing.”
No shit, Sherlock.
I prop myself up on my elbow, giving him a look. “Well, duh. Did you expect anything less?”
Lucas chuckles and slides back into bed, his body heat wrapping around me instantly. I barely keep myself from moaning at the warmth.
“Why’d you run off from the bathroom earlier?” His voice is deep, lazy, and laced with satisfaction.
I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Because you wanted another round after already wearing me the fuck out.”
His smirk deepens. “You were the one who begged me to go harder, Aria.” His fingers trail down my spine, sending shivers through my body. “Begged, baby.”
Fucking hell. I hate how smug he is. I also hate that he’s right.
I grumble under my breath, but he just pulls me against his chest, his scent wrapping around me like a damn blanket. My happy place. No matter how much he pisses me off, I can’t stay mad for long when I’m wrapped up in him like this.
Lucas exhales, his lips brushing the top of my head. “Aria, I wanted to apologize about yesterday. I don’t know what came over me. I’m so fucking sorry.”
Well, would you look at that? Two apologies in one day-One from Lucas, and then from that asshole earlier. Maybe hell’s freezing over.
I sigh, running my fingers lightly over his jaw. “It wasn’t even that deep. But yeah, I was fucking pissed. I just want what’s best for you, Lucas. I don’t want you regretting not seeing your dad if something happens.”
He tenses slightly but nods. “I know. And I understand. I promised you I’d go, but…I don’t know, Aria. I’m so fucking angry about what he did. I don’t know if I can forgive him.”
I tilt his face up, running my thumb along his cheek. “Then don’t force yourself. If you’re not ready, then don’t go. I wouldn’t want anyone pushing me to do something I wasn’t ready for either.”
His grip on me tightens. “Aria…”
I press a finger to his lips. “Shh. It’s fine, baby. I’m not mad. I promise.”
His dark eyes search mine for a second before he smiles, the kind that always makes my stomach flip. Then he kisses my forehead, slow and deep, like he means it.
I let the moment settle for a second before narrowing my eyes. “Don’t get too excited, though. I’m still pissed about something else.”
His brow furrows. “What?”
“You left without me yesterday,” I huff. “Didn’t even check up on me. What if something happened? What if I didn’t even make it here?”
Lucas lets out a heavy sigh, his fingers rubbing slow circles on my lower back. “Aria, don’t fucking say that. I did check on you. I knew you’d be at Aunt Esther’s, so I mind-linked Damon last night and told him to ask Mia if you got there safely.”
I snort, pulling back to glare at him. “Oh, wow. So you didn’t check on me. You made Damon do it. Wow, Lucas. So fucking romantic.”
He looks guilty for half a second before schooling his expression. “Okay, yeah. Maybe I was being a little petty. But you left for campus without me first.”
I stare at him. “You petty jerk. You’re so fucking shameless!”
Lucas grins, knowing damn well he’s caught. And then the audacity…he fucking laughs.
I grab the nearest pillow and launch myself on top of him, whacking his stupid, gorgeous face. “You asshole! You’re seriously laughing? You fucking jerk!”
He’s laughing so hard he can barely block my attacks, his body shaking beneath me. “Shit, Aria…babe stop!”
I raise a brow at Lucas, dropping the pillow. “This isn’t supposed to be funny. You’re supposed to be in pain.”
He snorts. “Well, I am in pain… in pain from laughing so fucking hard.”
I watch as he doubles over, chuckling like an idiot, and dammit, it’s contagious. I try to hold it in, but nope…I burst out laughing too.
We finally calm down, and I sigh, rolling my eyes. “Let’s not forget yesterday. I was expecting you to say something when we bumped into each other in the hallway, but you just stared like a damn creep.”
He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was afraid you’d ignore me or something.”
I scoff. “When did the Almighty Lucas Russo start getting afraid?”
His lips curl into a smirk, and he moves closer, eyes darkening. “When I met Aria Whitlock…the girl of my fucking dreams.”
Cheesy. So cheesy. But goddamn, my stomach flips at the way he’s looking at me. His intense, heated gaze makes my skin tingle, and before I can talk myself out of it, I crash my lips onto his. The kiss is hungry, my fingers tangling in his hair as I press my body against his, my tits rubbing against his chest.
He growls low in his throat, gripping my waist tight like he’s never letting go. But just as he tries to deepen the kiss, I pull back, smirking. “Ah, ah… I’m not done talking.”
“Fucking hell, Aria.”