“You’reperfect,” I manage to whisper back against his lips.
His whole body stills before his mouth is on mine again, claiming me, harder and desperate this time, all the softness burning away.
His hands are everywhere, framing my jaw, trailing down my sides, in my hair, and holding me like he doesn’t care if we both drown in this rainstorm.
Then he starts toconsumeme. His tongue slides against mine, demanding, and I meet him there, kissing back with everything I’ve got.
There’s still enough sense in me to keep my hands between us, to have a barrier between his chest and mine, but I end up grabbing his soaked shirt instead, fists curling tight into the fabric, dragging him closer.
That’s when he finally lets loose the groans he’s been trying to hold back. The ragged noise escapes him completely as if I’ve just undone him.
One of his hands snakes down and around my back, gripping my ass tight, squeezing in a way that makes me gasp against his lips. Then his mouth leaves mine to trail kisses along my jaw until he finds my throat’s sensitive skin.
Sucking.
Biting.
Marking.
A moan slips out of me then, and my head tips back against the wall, giving him better access. He groans again before pressing the hard length of his cock into the side of my hip, grinding against me like he can’t help himself.
I want to lose myself right here, pinned between him and the wall, letting him take whatever I have to offer.
Someone clears their throat.
I jolt as panic flaressharply through me, snapping me back just enough to release a hiccup.
It doesn’t stop Luc, though. He doesn’t even falter as his lips keep moving, trailing fire along the curve of my neck and dragging shivers across my skin with every soft scrape of teeth and caress of his lips and tongue.
“Delacroix.” Piper’s voice is edged with amusement.
Luc stamps a kiss against my rioting pulse before grinding out, “Go. Away.” Then he nips at me, and I laugh.
Piper chuckles. “We need to get Otis home. He’s had too much.”
Luc groans, finally peeling himself off me. His hand lingers at my waist like he’s fighting every instinct to stay, fingers flexing once before he lets go. Ripping himself away, he drags both hands through his rain-soaked hair, frustration written into every part of his body.
Piper is standing just a few feet off, tryingbut failingto bite back a grin, one arm looped around Otis, who looks about two seconds from puking all over her boots. Dane is there, too, arms crossed, smirking like he just caught his little sister sneaking out past curfew.
Which, yeah, pretty much.
But it’s Finn I notice last and only because he’sleaving.
His back is already turned, shoulders rigid, his shirt soaked through, sticking to the curve of his spine as he walks toward the waiting car without a word.
Ihatethat I want him to turn around.
Hate that I want to see his face. To know whether it’s full of anger or hurt, orindifference.
Because no matter how many times he’s pushed me away or how many times he’s made me feel like a mistake, I still care if I’ve hurt him.
And I hate that too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Alaina
Get your shit together, Alaina.
