Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(67)

CHAPTER 51


KAYLA




Kissing White always transports me away from reality. This time is no different. When we break apart, it takes a few minutes for my brain to register that he just kissed me like that in front of an area full of strangers. I don’t think it’s bothering him, however, because when I try to pull out of his arms, he doesn’t let me.

“White?”

“You picked a bad time to tell me that you loved me.”

“Um… you said you already knew I loved you.”

“I may have thought it, Buttercup, but I never heard you say it. That makes it real,” he explains, and his thumb massages at the corner of my mouth again. His deep blue eyes are staring down at me and he’s so beautiful. He feels like something I shouldn’t hope to touch or want, and yet I do, and he’s mine. He’s made that clear and finally I’m starting to believe it.

“Why don’t we go home and I’ll show you how much I love you?” I ask him boldly, suddenly having more courage than I ever have before.

“I thought you said sex at my Mom’s was a no-go?”

“It’s a good day. I’m willing to make an exception,” I tell him, feeling the heat rise on my face.

“What if I can’t wait that long?”

“Huh?” I ask like a dummy, not quite catching on.

“It’s a good thirty-five, forty minutes to Mom’s from here. I don’t think I can wait that long,” he tells me, bringing my hand to the zipper of his jeans and moving it down so I can feel the prominent outline of his cock. I squeeze against the firm shape, feeling the heat emanating from him. I’ve heard the term raging hard-on, but I’m not sure I’ve taken the time to admire and feel one close-up. This definitely applies. I look around and am thankful to find that no one seems to be noticing what we’re doing.

“White,” I whisper uneasily.

“I got this,” he says, and I’m not one to argue, but my heart is beating hard. It’s pushing against my chest in a mixture of fear, excitement, and worry. He turns us around and we’re going through the hallway that leads to the rooms. At first, I guess because I’m apparently slow, I don’t realize what he’s doing. No, I’m busy thinking we’re going back to see CC and Gray. I start to question him, but before I can, he pulls me inside a room. It’s a room much like CC’s birthing room, except this one is empty. There’s a hospital bed in the middle with a curtain that pulls around it, and the rest of the equipment is pushed to the corner, unused.

“White?”

“I love when you wear dresses,” he growls. Then, I find myself lifted in the air. I wrap my legs around his waist, afraid I might fall. I shouldn’t have worried; his hold on me is solid. He closes the door behind us and then walks me over to the bed.

“White, I’m not sure I like that look in your eye. It’s a hospital. Anyone could come in and we really—”

“Don’t worry, Buttercup,” he says, reaching up and pulling the curtain around the bed.

“A curtain? Really?”

“Yeah, and as for the look in my eye, that shouldn’t bother you either.”

“It shouldn’t?” I ask, almost afraid to. In answer, he grabs me roughly at the hips and twirls me fast so I’m facing the bed, my back to him. I grab the bed to keep from falling, my heart beating a frantic rhythm. “White,” I gasp, unsure of what else to say. In the end, there’s nothing to say. He says it all when he leans in, his breath against my ear, his chin in the hollow of my neck, and his five o’clock shadow tickling my shoulder.

“You won’t get a chance to see my eyes,” he whispers at the exact moment his hand slides up my leg and under my dress to grab my ass cheek hard.





CHAPTER 52


WHITE




I turn Kayla around so she’s facing the bed. I give her a second to catch her breath. It’s ragged and echoes in the room, even louder than my own. I watch as her fingers bite into the mattress on the hospital bed. Her fingers clench as she tries to get herself under control. I’m not about to let her get control of any kind. My hands lock on her hips and I pull to maneuver her right where I want her. I slowly glide my hand from her hip to the middle of her back. I love the way she stretches against my touch, inviting me to continue. I don’t. Instead I push down on her back, forcing her to bend over, getting her head closer to the mattress, while at the same time pushing her ass higher in the air—exactly where I want it.

Using the hold of my other hand, which is still braced at her hip, I pull her into me, letting her feel the way my cock is begging for her, grinding against her ass so hard that there’s a possibility I could come just from this. I won’t, but she’s tempting me just the same. I gather her dress, pulling it up so it exposes her ass.

“Please tell me you’re not wearing another pair of those panties. I warned you against that,” I growl, just half-joking. My plan is that eventually she stops wearing underwear altogether.

“I’m at a hospital! Of course I’m going to wear panties!” she hisses. I’m using my finger to move along the edge of her panties, feeling her thighs tremble.

“I told you I didn’t want to see this shit on you anymore,” I remind her, wondering what she will do.