PPov

It won't abate. The hankering need.

It's not enough. And I can't slow down.

I can't breathe but I won't stop kissing him. I can't.

I'd probably be more than embarrassed if I could see myself right now, grinding against this man I hardly know like I'd never been touched. But that's what it felt like, like I'd never been touched. Because every time his finger tips found a new inch of skin to explore it sent a tingling jolt through the length of my body.

He was seemingly just as frantic in his desire for me but I wasn't sure if that was just him trying to keep up with the demented girl that was attacking him.

All my reservations about this were gone. I couldn't find it in myself to care anymore; greed dispersed in my blood stream, selfishness overriding any of my doubts.

He groaned as I rolled my hips hard against him. Apparently this time it was too much. He snapped, his hands hastily twisting me until I was beneath him. My feet dangled off the end of the bed and he effortlessly shifted me further up the mattress. And then his weight was on me.

Heavy but not suffocating. No, powerful, masculine, strong. And I didn't want to move ever again.

I moaned in complaint as he drew back, our mouthes parting.

'I'm not going anywhere' He declared breathily with a smile as he awkwardly shrugged his suit blazer off. I assisted him in yanking off his tie while he tossed his suit blindly behind him.

And then he was back, his invigorating weight pressing me into the bed covers beneath us and I exhaled shakily in contentment.

We were wearing too many clothes but letting him back off of me right now wasn't appealing and my legs agreed, spreading further apart to cradle him and encircling his waist to lock at his lower back.

He growled into my mouth. Literally. And I was vaguely aware that the heels of my shoes were probably digging into him but he didn't seem concerned. His hands pawed at my legs, running restlessly up and down my thighs, simultaneously hoisting the material of my dress up higher. And it wasn't fair; he had access to my flesh and yet he was covered up completely. In protest, my fingers moved between us, seeking out the button fastenings of his shirt and easing them free.

It took me a while. I wasn't practiced in the skill of undressing.

It wasn't like this with Jake. Our encounters were almost business like and as Lucas kissed his way down my jaw and his hands instinctively mapped out my body I realised that this should be anything but the methodical affairs that my sex life had become. It should be like this, it should be exciting and tantalising and god he had to stop doing whatever it was he was doing with his tongue because my fingers could not get these sodding buttons free with him doing that.

He seemed to catch on to my frustration and his smile was all amusement as he looked down down at me and finished the task I'd started.

'Better?' He inquired as he smoothly freed his arms and hurtled the dress shirt across the room.

I could feel my cheeks redden. I might have lost my inhibitions somewhat but my shyness would not completely go. It was just a part of who I was. He didn't appear disenchanted by my timidness thankfully. Anything but.

He chuckled deep in his throat.

'Hey' I whined.

He shook his head and his nose brushed against mine appeasingly and I could feel the heat of his bare chest enticing my restless fingers to venture across his newly exposed, sculpted torso.

'This needs to come off' He suddenly grunted, his hands tugging at the expensive material of my dress.

I bit my lip.

I was suddenly nervous. A strong drink would have been more than appealing because I needed some dutch courage round about now. I wasn't wearing a bra. Removing my dress meant I'd be left in nothing but my panties and heels and no one asides from Jake had ever seen me naked. And I suddenly felt insecure at the prospect of his wanton eyes devouring me. But at the same time I so very badly wanted our skin pressed together, wanted to feel his gloriously hard chest against mine.

And it was that thought that had me bravely reaching for his left hand and knowingly guiding it to locate the zip beneath my right arm.

He didn't hesitate. He jerked it down and then he was tugging the top half of my strapless dress down.

I helpfully arched my back and curled my fingers into the bedsheets beneath me to stop myself from pushing him away. I'd let him look for a moment, just for a moment. That's all. I just had to survive one little moment and then I'd pull him down on top of me and reunite our mouthes.

His eyes grew bigger. I actually watched it happen and in all of second my insecurities vanished and he could stare at me for as long as he liked because his expression was enchantment. It was arousal and attraction but it was sweetness too and he licked his lips and then his eyes were flickering up to me.

'You, Peyton Sawyer, are beautiful' His voice was husky, thick with lust. And I felt beautiful under his intense gaze.

'Sit up' He murmured as he sat back on his legs and I caught on quick, rising to sit and obligingly lifting my arms with his assistance so he could remove my dress and then I was just in my panties and he groaned. Loudly. 'Fuck' He cursed and I was about to ask him if he was okay because he looked like he was in physical pain but all my words died on the tip of my tongue when he roughly pushed me back. I blinked and he was pressed against me, our chests mashed together and I understood his agony because the feeling of him pushing against me was almost tormenting. His pants needed to come off. Like now.

I tried to take action but my fingers didn't make it far because his mouth was on mine and his tongue snaking around mine was enough for my mind to stop functioning because all I could do was feel. I couldn't think anything other than this wasn't real because this felt unworldly. It felt like I'd spent my whole life enslaved, shackled by my own body and he was liberating me; pulling the shield down and just making me feel.

I gasped and my head flew back as his hot mouth descended down my neck.

'Lu-cas' His name felt nice to roll off my tongue, even if its delivery was a breathy murmur.

I was semi aware that my fingers were trawling through his hair. It was the perfect length to get lost in, the perfect length to tug at.

His own hands hands were on my legs, restlessly smoothing over the flesh of my thighs and every now and then his gentle touch would become fingers pressing into my skin, jerking me closer.

It wasn't close enough though. Wasn't going to be until he was there, inside me. And I wanted that. I wanted that now.

We were on the same page thankfully; he abruptly took on his trousers, unfastening them with deft fingers in comparison to my defective limbs.

But as soon as he had them undone he was gone. His weight. His smell. His warmth.

And my eagerness and readiness was quick to morph into dread. Because god he couldn't leave me right now. Right? He couldn't change his mind. Surely?

'I'm coming back silly girl'

Apparently my sudden alarm was written all over my face and I felt my cheeks redden for what felt like the umpteenth time. Oh well. He must be use to it by now.

I craned my head up and leant on my forearms, watching as he tripped out of his pants before crouching before an open bag on the floor.

He rifled inside for a moment and it was only when I caught sight of the little foil packet in his hand as he stood again that I was convinced he was definitely coming back to me.

His stare swept down me as he lost his boxer briefs on route to the bed and I naturally laid back down, unintentionally shifting myself further up the crumpled sheets. His eyes made me clench my thighs together. They were carnal. Hungry. Excited. And a slight smirk curled his lips as his hand skimmed over one of my patent heels. And that look, his desire, it both thrilled and terrified me all at once and all words, all my paranoid thoughts, everything vanished because he was there. All there. Right before me, taking his painstaking fucking time as he returned to me, crawled up me, shifted my legs until they were hitched around him and he was there, where I wanted him, where I'd wanted him since I'd laid eyes on him.

'I don't think I can wait much longer baby' His finger tips slid between us, ghosting over the waistband of my underwear, the only thing separating us.

Had I the ability to talk round about now I'd have disputed his comment because for someone that was so desperate he sure as hell was taking his time.

The need that had snared my entire body was not something I was familiar with, well maybe it was once upon a time but I couldn't remember ever feeling like this. I was accustomed to needing foreplay, but right now that was the last thing on my mind. I was more than ready, maybe embarrassingly so.

His nose brushed mine and I whimpered as his hardness pressed against me.

'Can I take these off?' He toyed with the scrap of material that was the only barrier between us as his question whispered across my lips and he seemed so together and I wanted to scream because I just wanted him. Now. 'Baby?' His expression was amusement as he looked down at me and I scowled as I blurted my exasperated reply.

'Yes. Yes. Yes'