LPov

She pulled her hand free from mine as we reentered the function room. As I predicted Brooke and Julian were no where to be seen. And despite the lack of guests she was suddenly a few steps behind me, no doubt ensuring that no one could later identify us as being together .

I reached the entrance foyer and she was no longer even behind me.

And I was beginning to think she may have changed her mind and jumped ship but then she reappeared through the doors that my eyes have been fixated on since I past through them moments before, her bag now in toe.

She averted her gaze and I knew just by looking at her that in the short time since she'd agreed to come upstairs with me, she'd worked herself into a frenzy and was wavering all over again.

'Come on' I grabbed her hand and assertively pulled her toward the elevator before her doubts could get the better of her.

Her feet dragged a little but her fingers gripped mine tightly, silently encouraging me on and once the doors of the lift closed her shoulders relaxed and her eyes looked up at me.

'I thought you weren't going to walk through those doors for a moment' I pressed our floor number.

'For a moment I wasn't' She admitted. 'Not because I didn't want to...because...I...'

'Yes?'

'Because I know this is wrong and yet I apparently don't care because I can't seem to stop myself' She exhaled, her stare abruptly leaving my face in favour of looking at our joined hands. 'That makes me a bad person huh?'

'No. It makes you human' I argued. I didn't want her going into this seeing it as wrong. I didn't want her to wake up tomorrow and think of me as a regret. I didn't want this to be a sordid affair or a mistake. 'We don't have to do this' It pained me to say the words but apparently I'm a better person than I'd ever thought because I couldn't stand there and not say that.

She smiled, albeit it was small. 'I know that' Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at me again. 'But I never do anything that I, I want to do. I'm not doing a job that I want, I don't live where I want to be, I don't, I feel, I feel so trapped sometimes, I feel trapped with-' She stopped herself from carrying on but we both knew her last word was Jake 'Aren't I entitled to be selfish? Just this once?' She pleaded instead.

I didn't want to get onto the subject of her boyfriend. I didn't want to talk about her relationship with another man. It's the last thing I wanted to think about but yet I couldn't stop myself from putting it out there. 'I think you shouldn't feel that way. I think a relationship shouldn't prevent you from following your dreams. I think it's down to that other person to encourage you to be selfish from time to time. Because you deserve to be hap-' I didn't get to finish. She all but lurched at me. Her little hands interlocked around my neck and her mouth moulded over my lips.

My arms responded deftly, encircling her little waist to keep her steady as I reciprocated her startling, although most welcomed ambush.

Her lips were so soft, so dainty and she tasted of the white wine and strawberries I'd watched her sipping and biting on not too long ago.

The ding of the lift alerted us that we'd reached our floor and compelled us to reluctantly pull apart.

I didn't let her get far though. Any distance between us suddenly seemed too much.

I kept my hand possessively at the curve where her waist dipped in as I guided her down our floors hallway.

'Do you want to go in your room or mine?' I wondered aloud. It seemed an absurd question as soon as it left my mouth, because the rooms, in spite of being opposite, were surely identical in every other way.

'Do you have...? I don't have...'

We halted between our respective doors and it took me a second to catch on to what she was saying, in all honesty it was her blush that had me deciphering her vague question.

'Yes' If there was one thing I was, it was safe...when it came to this. It didn't matter if getting laid wasn't on the agenda, I took the precautions to ensure that if anything did happen there'd be no unplanned little Scott's being bought into this world.

'Okay. Maybe your room would be best then' She shifted her feet against the carpeted floor, indicating her indecisiveness and prompting my hand to reach out and ensnare her fingers before she ran for the other direction.

I aptly slipped my door card into the slot and smiled to myself as I recalled her fumbling with hers when we first met. She'd looked so cute.

I regarded her as I pulled her into my dim room and she still looked cute but the shy way she was staring up at me through her long lashes was fucking sexy and had me blindly pushing the door shut behind her.

We were instantly concealed in darkness but her face was veiled in the moons rays as it shone through the open curtains, capturing her features and she looked like the angel I was certain she was.

'God you're beautiful'

She looked down bashfully and I wondered if she thought I was just saying that. I wasn't. I wasn't one to throw away complements, but it was the god honest truth. She was. I was almost finding it too much to bear. One moment I wanted to press myself against her and the next I wanted to get far away, wanted to stare at her, take her all in, make sure this was real, that this was happening. Because whatever it was she'd presumed I was, I wasn't this. I wasn't the guy that slept with anyone. I wasn't the guy that rocked up at his best friend's wedding and begged the maid of honor to go to bed with him. I just wasn't. I wasn't a jerk. In fact Julian liked to tease me more often than not about my apparent girl like tendencies when it came to dating. I saw it as being a decent guy. It's what you learnt when you were brought up by a struggling, single mother- always treat a girl right.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, holding her hands and I couldn't help but groan because those legs. Those legs were ridiculously long and incredibly flawless and I wanted them around me. Now.

'Come here' I appealed, semi aware that my gruff voice sounded more like a demand. It kind of was.

She parted those slim pins enough so she could lower herself to straddle my lap, that shy expression still in place and my fingers couldn't be restrained any longer, they hastily found her legs, sweeping up them as she sunk onto me.

A gasp fell from her lips as she settled against my hardness and I couldn't help myself; my greedy hands continued up beneath the expensive fabric of her dress until they found her satin covered backside and she sucked in another noisy breath as I pressed her down onto me.

She grappled at my shoulders and those perfect legs shifted until they were bent and kneeling against the mattress either side of me. And the feeling of her...her small weight settled on me...it made my heart race and I had to stop myself from thrusting against her...Slow. Slow. Slow.

She bowed her head toward me, her nose brushing mine and those eyes that had hypnotised me for the last few days glistened in the moonlight. They no longer held indecision, they were focused and needy.

'Lucas' Her murmur wrenched me from my trance.

'Yes?'

'I..god I don't think I've ever wanted anything more... like ever' She babbled and as soon as the words were out she was cringing and seemingly regretting what she'd abruptly let slip. 'Fuck'

She might have felt like she'd just betrayed herself but I on the other hand was more than satisfied by her confession. 'The feeling is mutual' I assured her.

'It is?'

I smiled. Sweet, sweet girl.

I pressed my fingers into her backside and jerked her against me to wordlessly get across my point.

She bit her lip and that was simply the last straw. She was too sexy and what was sexier was that I was pretty certain she didn't know it, that it was just nerves that had her looking so demure.

I needed our mouthes reconnected.

I ghosted my thumb over her trapped lip, gently freeing it from its snare and then I was tracing the same path with my tongue and kissing her.

She moaned and if kissing her was this wonderful I couldn't begin to imagine what was to come, because like her, I too was falling apart. And I didn't know if it was the fact that we barely knew one another that was so exciting or if it was just pure attraction that had us both so worked up but I sure as hell didn't care right now because her tongue was fervently snaking around mine and she was straining to get closer and I was not letting her leave this bed. Never again. Because this was bliss and I was drowning and I never wanted to come up for air. Peyton Sawyer was an angel and I was in heaven.