Warning:Smut! Lol

I feel my hands going numb as my body weight presses against them. Even while sitting on them, they are still freezing, and have been getting colder ever since Riley left me in her room. Alone.

Oh yes, minor detail. Alone with LUCAS.

I can feel his eyes on me now. All I can imagine is pale, green, penetrating pupils pressing against me, forcing me to break the silence.

I do the worst thing possible, I look at him.

Our gazes meet with an inaudible smack. I realize how close we are sitting. So close I can feel a touch of his breath against my forehead, and even the heat radiating from him.

The butterflies beat their wings even harder.

"Are you okay, Maya?"

The question posed is accompanied with absolutely no trace of concern.

It stumps me for a second. Then he continues.

"You look cold."

There is something different about the way his jaw moves, the way he stares, unrelenting, and the slow, heavy tone of his voice. It raises goosebumps on my arms.

"Want me to warm you up?" I am not kidding when I say my heart skips a beat.

"Wha-" is all I can manage.

His brows come to meet and he twitches his nose impatiently.

"Maya. I like you. You know that. You like me too. I don't know why we're putting this off."

"But... Riley..."

My vocal cords don't seem to be working words get stuck and lost in my throat.

"I know. But it's better now then later, don't you think?"

He sounds frustrated now.

I'm tingling all over.

"But here Lucas? Now?"

"If not now then when else, Maya?"

He covers the sliver of distance between us. Our thighs press against each other, and his fingers brush my cheekbone.

"Please?"

Our breaths our mingling, and I give my answer as I ease my lips to his.

It's a gentle tease at first, but then he pushes harder, goes in deeper for more. His hands press the sides of my neck, and mine tangle in his hair. I hold back a groan as I relent, and our tongues meet like fire.

It's a burst of sparks and then I want more.

Need more.

There is no deeper to our kiss, and I swing a leg over, so my thighs press against his hips.

My thumbs slide into his jeans' pockets. Dangerously close to where I know he has gone stiff. I dig my fingers in, eliciting a growl at the back of his throat.

His hands slide under my shirt, dancing along my back and sliding lower, before they reach in front.

Oh his talented, talented hands.

My bra has already come unhooked and I feel it falling forward. He breaks our kiss momentarily to rip my shirt up, and off. As I'm fiddling with his belt buckle, he leaves a chain of kisses along my collarbone, leaving me biting my lip.

Pushing hard against his stomach, I slide my hands upwards, pushing his t-shirt up as I go. I can feel his hard, toned body under his fingers and I feel a burst of fireworks in my stomach as I realise.

He is mine, mine to peel open and take.

Then his kisses trail lower, sucking right where he should. His teeth scrape at the skin between my breasts an I suck in a breath. My skin burns as his mouth touches me. And this time I actually do moan.

His hands join in with his mouth, and they perform a perfect symphony that leaves me gasping. He pinches and kneads exactly where it gets me.

My bra is halfway down my stomach now. I force myself forward, so our groins press against each other. His eyes are dark with lust as he nibbles, then returns his lips to mine.

I thrust my hips back and forth, feeling him hard and hot under me. It is his turn to groan. There is fire between my legs as his fingers slide beneath my waistband, gently tracing circles.

I push forward again, for closer, though there is no closer. I'm shaking at this point; my body craves more. I force more weight onto his groin, hoping he'll get the message.

But the asshole doesn't give me what I want. He's toying with me.

Then he begins to work at my belt and I'm burning in anticipation. My head is light and I am somewhere else.

Until the thud of the door slamming against the wall, and a strangled feminine gasp yanks me from my blissful stupor. I turn my head slowly, fearfully, even though I already know who's standing at the door, possibly in tears.

There she is, no tears, not yet, but her hand clamped over her mouth and face growing whiter by the second.

Riley.

A/N:Open ended ending, think whatever you want of it! Trol.

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