And if the bulge in his jeans was anything to go by, I had the same effect on him.
He stretched, his back cracking as he climbed off to stand at the curb next to me. I didn’t need to turn to know he was looking at me.
“This is your home.” Finally, I turned to him.
He gave a small shrug. “Yeah.”
The air around us seemed to crackle to life as I stared up at him.
“I’ve never been to your home before.” The words were barely a whisper. Somehow it felt like it meant something.
“Sure, you have Chelsea.” He shrugged again. “Ruin used to drag you along all the time.”
“When I was little, I’ve never been to your house when it’s just been you and me….” I let the words trail off as I hurried to catch up with him. He had started walking without a word, and he stopped just as quickly. So quickly in fact that I almost ran into his back.
It was only his hands coming about my upper arms that stopped me stumbling backwards on to my ass.
“Careful.” He growled, but he didn’t let go of my arms. He sounded mad, but still, he didn’t let go. His hot breath brushed over my face. “Are you going to be able to get to the front door in your heels? It’s not exactly easy going.”
“I can try,” I whispered it. My voice barely a squeak. I couldn’t seem to talk properly with him being so close.
“You don’t have to try. Here.” He moved my arms to his neck. “Hold on, and I will carry you.”
I don’t think he even realised what he was doing. He just acted. One minute I was standing and the next my arms were about his neck, and he was lifting me with his hands under my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Loving the feel of his muscular frame between my legs.
Wicked took three steps, his hands kneading my ass with each one before he realised what he was doing.
“Shit.” He froze. “Shit Chelsea, I didn’t mean….”
“You're just carrying me.” I tried to act like his hands on my ass weren’t turning me on and failed. “A few more steps, and you can put me down again.”
Another squeeze. Slow and deliberate. His other actions had been without thinking. But that time, he knew exactly what he was doing.
I couldn’t help it I moaned. And his eyes blazed.
“No.” He started walking again. His pace faster this time.
“No?”
“No.” He growled it out again. Keeping me firmly against his body as he used one hand to dig his keys from his pocket. “I don’t think I’m going to be putting you down.” His weight pinned me to the wall beside the door. “Not yet anyway…..”
Not yet. His words echoed in my head as he walked us through the open door. It was only when he kicked it shut that he lowered his face to mine. His lips brushing against my ear. “I want you, Chelsea. I want you so fucking bad it hurts.”
I sucked in a breath. His words fizzing through me. How long had I waited to hear them?
“I know I shouldn’t but….”
I didn’t let him finish. “Then take me Wicked. I want you to take me.”
For several long seconds, he did nothing but stare at me, and then with one arm still firmly holding me against his body, he brought his other one up to cup my face. His calloused fingers sliding down my cheek. “I’m no good for you, Chelsea. I can’t give you…..”
I groaned. Was he really going to do this? Now? With my legs around his waist and his junk pressed against my panties? “I think I know what’s good for me Wicked. I know what I want.” I reached up to pull his head down to mine, bringing my lips close to his so my next words were whispered into his mouth. “And what I want right now is you.”
His dark eyes glinted in the darkness. “Just as long as you know what you are getting into with me Chelsea. I’m not going to be your boyfriend… I won’t pander to your every tantrum. But what I can give you.” He flexed his hips. I knew what he could give me. I had always known.
No matter what he thought of me, I had eyes and ears on my head. I knew his reputation.
And I wanted my first time to be with someone who knew what they were doing.