Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 60

He made that naughty half smile of his, smirking at my reckless act. Lucas reduced the distance between us, mixing the overwhelming smell of the plants with his husky sent. "Lift up your arms."

I looked at him as if I was persecuted by a cop, telling me to lift up my hands.

"Don't look so scared," He grinned. "I only need your clothes to dry them. You don't wanna get a cold, do you?"

I nodded, lifting up my arms. He tenderly touched my waist, under my shirt, making me produce a strange moaning sound. His soft palms slowly pushed the shirt up my torso, gently half-touching my bare skin with his fingertips, it felt like being tickled with a feather. I shut my eyes and dropped my head.

He suddenly stopped. "I was only teasing." I saw his smile as I opened my eyes. It seemed a bit painful, like he was hurt... "You can take your shirt and pants off if you want, and dry them over there." He pointed towards what looked like an old, rusty radiator. "I won't look." His voice became sore. Wounded. Maybe he thought I was rejecting him...Maybe he thought I was still scared of him...

I stared at the tattoo on his back as he took off his white shirt and started flapping it around, like that would help dry it faster. "Lucas." I whispered with a mellow voice while I slid with my fingers across his strong back. His skin was still a little bit wet from the rain, but if I pressed deeper it became warmer.

"Mhm?" He hummed, rotating his head in my direction.

"I'm not scared of you." I murmured, leaning my face on his back, wrapping my hands around him.

He didn't respond, he just stood there, his body tensing up. He smelled sweet so up close...You know, like that sweet scent you get on your skin right after you get out of the shower. "Do you have any idea," He held my wrists and turned towards me, facing me with his carved upper part of the body. "how hard it is for me not to touch you, not to feel you when you close your eyes in pain?" Even in this dim, shadowy light I could see that his eyes were filled with pain.

"It...It's not pain..." I muttered, feeling the warmth in my cheeks. "I close my eyes because...I'm afraid...of the hunger I have inside me. I'm scared of wanting you. It's so excruciating to feel all these feelings and not knowing what can happen, and consequences...and, and...everything is just so...I just want you...and everything is so complicated..."

"Shhh..." Lucas stopped my rambling, pressing his index finger on my agitated lips. "How about..." He rolled his eyes up, the way he always does when he's thinking about something. "Out there," He pointed outside the dirty window. "we're Lucas and Skye. Complicated. Different worlds colliding into one. But in here," He removed a lock of hair from my face, tucking it behind the ear, gazing deep into my eyes. "we're just a girl and a guy. Just you and me. Nothing else matters." He gently caressed my cheek. "We will do what you want, and only what you want. You just have to tell me." His eyes were piercing my lips and then meeting my eyes again, seeking my answer.

I looked away...I wasn't comfortable with that sentence, but yes. I wanted him. In that way. Now. People say you have to wait for the perfect moment, set up everything, prepare...But I don't believe in perfect moments. If you want a perfect moment, you have to make it yourself. And sometimes being reckless is the perfect moment. To follow your heart, no matter how stupid. There is no right or wrong in love. Simply love.

"I mean," He lifted my chin with his hand, making me face him. "do you wanna make love to me?" He asked, slight redness dancing on the top of his cheeks, right below the eyes.

I nodded, feeling embarrassed and so overwhelmed I could hardly breath.

He stepped closer, cutting the gap between us. "Do you want me to make love to you?" He whispered into my ear, gently caressing my neck with the tip of his fingers, awaiting my response.

It was so hard to breath, the air was so thick and hot...You know all that stuff they say in the movies - you start to shake, you can't breath, the ringing of bells in your head? Well, believe it or not, most of it, is true. My heart was racing like crazy, I could almost feel it pumping blood through my veins, my knees were so weak I had to lean myself on Lucas, fogginess in my head, the ringing...Of course later on I realized that the ringing was in fact the garbage truck parking on the street, but everything else was completely true. "I want you to make love to me." I whispered back, feeling his lips on my lips, but we weren't kissing. Just breathing the hot air in-between.