"Damn straight," she murmured before returning the kiss just as hungrily. She had to be dreaming. This was some crazy wet dream and she was going to wake up in the morning and Lucas would still be with Alanna and she would never get to have him. Shy clung to him more, wrapping her legs around his waist as if that would keep him from disappearing. If this was a dream, she didn't ever want to wake up.
It wasn't a dream. Even his nightmares hadn't been as shitty as what happened with Alanna. So if that hadn't been a dream, this wasn't. Thank god. He pulled back from her mouth, only enough to urge her shirt up and over her head, flinging it to the floor somewhere near his bed and going back for another kiss. His hand skated up her side, cupping her breast through her bra and he let out a low groan against her mouth.
Thank god was right. Shy hissed when he pulled away, but at least it was for a good cause. She immediately reclaimed Lucas's mouth, scrabbling at the back of her bra until she got the hooks loose. Then her hands were back in his hair. He was never fucking allowed to cut it short. Not that she hadn't told him that before. Pulling out of the kiss to pant a breath, she looked at him. "Say it," she said. "I love you. You love me. Fuck the rest of the world." Which was exactly how she felt about it. Lucas loved her. The world could go up in flames now and she'd have no regrets. Okay, in about fifteen minutes. Then she'd be good. Yeah.
His eyes met hers when she pulled back and said what she did. "I love you," he told her. He had no problems telling her those words. They were true. He had for so long now that they were practically second nature. He hooked his fingers in the middle of her bra and pulled back to dislodge her hands from his hair, tugging the fabric away from her body and tossing it aside. Sliding his hand between them, he unfastened the button on her jeans and pushed the zipper down, slipping his hand skillfully in between the fabric of her panties and her body. He cupped her heat, a growly sort of noise escaping him as he caught her mouth once more, this kiss much more rough than the last.
Shy shuddered at the words, then again as he pulled off her bra. Then his hand was in her jeans and he was kissing her harder and yeah, she definitely liked thing. Her legs parted wider, offering herself to him. One hand stayed fisted in his hair, the other hand grabbing for the hem of his shirt and yanking urgently. She wanted him naked too. "Off," she demanded as she broke from the kiss to pant a breath. "I wanna see you."
Damn it. That meant he'd have to move his hand. Fuck. He was too drunk to have thought about removing the damned shirt first. But he wasn't going to refuse her, even if he did groan in protest as he slid his hand out of her jeans. Lucas let his fingers slide over his back to the back hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head and flinging it aside. Then, so as not to have to worry about clothes anymore, he undid his jeans and pushed both the denim and the cotton boxerbriefs beneath down and off, kicking them off the side of the bed. Her jeans and panties were the next to go, tugged down and flung aside before he went back to kissing her, his hand sliding between her legs again.