Always His | (Book 3) 18+

fourteen

I chuckled as his words and ran a hand through my hair, glancing behind my shoulder to find him with a serious expression. I pulled him into the elevator. The second the door closed, I couldn't help but gasp when Lucian didn't hesitate before pressing our lips together. He pushed me against the wall and gripped my hair, expertly moving his lips against mine as we ascended.

Then we stopped.

"Excuse me," an unfamiliar voice spoke up, obviously angered by what Lucian caused. He didn't even pull back but instead started blindly searching for the buttons.

"Get another elevator," he said back, closing the door and picking me up. My legs went around his waist.

"That was rude," I breathlessly told him, moaning as he began to kiss down my neck. "She must have needed... to go somewhere... important—fuck..."

"She's the building complainer," Lucian mumbled, grinning drunkenly. "Though she had a reason to be complaining this time."

The doors opened and he carried me out. I laughed as he struggled to stay in a straight line, tightening his grip around me every time he would trip over his own feet. By the time we successfully got to his room, I had managed to get on my own feet to open the door while Lucian's arms were wrapped around my waist. I pushed the door open and helped him in his apartment, closing and locking it behind us.

"Home sweet home," he slurred, trying to get his hand under my dress.

"Lucian," I scolded as I pushed his hand away, laughing when he smacked my ass instead. "Hands away from the ass, mister."

He whined. I chuckled but it quickly turned into a gasp when I felt him press his crotch against my ass. Lucian kissed my jaw, then my shoulder.

"There's... there's that couch I was talking about earlier," he whispered into my ear, slipping his hand under my shirt. "You want to know what can be done on that couch?"

I chuckled breathlessly and grabbed his neck tie, pulling him to the bedroom. Lucian gently pushed me towards the bed but I slid away from his grasp last second, laughing as he fell face-first into the mattress.

"C'mon," he dragged out as he crawled into bed.

I watched his hands as he failed at trying to rip his shirt open until, after three minutes of struggle, he finally did it. I crossed my arms and looked to my left when a button hit the wall next to me. Lucian, on the other hand, was laying on his side with one leg perched up, obviously trying to be sexy. A drunk smirk formed across his lips and he blew me a kiss, causing me to snort.

"Not tonight, baby," I said, unzipping my dress from behind and stepping out of it. I couldn't help but chuckle when I saw Lucian's eyes widen at the sight he had, his jaw dropping. "What?"

"I... how... the hips."

I laughed loudly, tipping my head up before turning around and looking through the dresser. I gasped when I felt his arms wrap around my lower abdomen, his cheek pressed up against my ass before a content sigh left his lips.

"It's a pillow," he mumbled. "A fucking pillow. I could sleep on your ass for days, Mia."

"You are so drunk," I giggled, shaking my head. After grabbing one of his older shirts—which was basically just a simple tee shirt with the Baby Yoda on it—I turned around and ran a hand through his hair.