Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 31

"Are you okay, lil' kitty?" Lucas showed his concern.

I sighed with relief. "I am now." I gripped onto his jacket and buried my face into his chest. Oh, that smell of his. He made me feel so safe. I looked at the other side of the hallway, searching for Virginia, but she wasn't there. I guess she changed her mind.

Lucas lifted my chin, softly smiling at me. "What got you so scared?"

"Oh, n…nothing. Too many people, I guess." I lied. I didn't want him to worry about Virginia, she wasn't going to ruin my day.

He grinned. "You're such a scaredy cat." He leaned his head towards me, gazing at my lips.

"No…" I moved my head away.

"Why?" He looked at me with a shocked expression on his face.

"We…We're in school. It's inappropriate." I blushed.

"It's n…" He paused for a second and bit his lip. "Okay." He said, grabbing me around the waist. He was so close I could smell his minty breath. My heart started racing uncontrollably. "We wouldn't want to make a good girl like you go bad, now would we?"

I looked away, blushing even harder. He was whispering with that hot, husky voice of his. I just shook my head.

He spoke softly in my ear, his tone of voice reminding of Chuck Bass. "Okay lil' kitty, we'll do it your way."

He took my hand and started walking through the hallway. "Where are we going?" I shyly asked.

"Not school." Lucas grinned.

* * *

His apartment. Again. I had to say that kissing in school was inappropriate, didn't I? I wanted to sit on the couch, but Lucas stopped me.

"Want to see my room?"

Was that code for sex?

He tilted his head, like he knew what I was thinking. "Nothing like that will happen," He grabbed my hand, pulling me towards his room "just some making-out." I accidentally gripped his hand a bit harder. He glared back at me, sticking his tongue out to mock me.

"Like I care." I said unconvincingly.

His room was smaller than mine. It was all white, with a few grey stains on it. His desk was filled with clothes on one side, and on the other side there was this huge, old computer. Ancient. He had a Nirvana poster next to his closet, and a small 30 seconds to Mars poster above his nightstand. There was no sign of books anywhere. His bed was huge, it almost took half of the room. The bed-sheets were dark green, all messed up. There was a bottle of water on his nightstand. Even the room smelled like him. Cigarettes and washing powder.

"So, what do you think?" He raised his hands and pointed around his room. "A real shit-hole, right?"

He moved the thumb towards his mouth, licking it. "You taste so fucking good." He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him.

The butterflies in my stomach…It felt so good, my eyes started watering. I could feel his cold, metal belt buckle pressing against my bare skin on my stomach. I shivered.

"What's wrong?" He softly said, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"It's cold..." I looked down, towards my waist.

"Sorry." He went under my shirt, touching my naked stomach with his warm hand. "Is that better?" He alluringly asked, slowly brushing my stomach. His touch created waves of pleasure, traveling through my body, heating up every corner.

"I…I…" My hand was shaking when I tried to touch his. "Just s…stay above t…the waist." I whispered, mumbling.

"Skye," He suddenly got serious, grabbing both of my hands, placing them on his chest. "why are you so scared of me? Don't you trust me?"

"I…um, well, I'm not sure if…I mean what…you're doing, will do or something…" I blurted out, looking all embarrassed.

"I will never do something serious like that, without asking, okay?" He lifted both of his eyebrows, looking at me.

I nodded. "Your heart is beating really fast." I noticed his heartbeat beneath my hands.