that sets my veins on fire. We had passion before when we kissed, but it was nothing like this. This was animalistic, unapologetic and completely overwhelming. I run my hands up his chest, gripping his t-shirt because I need something to hold onto. My knees start to buckle and I feel like I’ll melt into him at any moment. I move my hands around his neck and lace them through his hair, giving him a little tug as I do it.
Luke lets out a throaty moan that in the heat of the moment sounds like a growl. He lifts me off the ground by my hips and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel how much he wants me and I know that if he initiates it now, public place or not, it’s gonna happen. Is this what I really want, though? Do I want my first time to be in a recording studio while I’m braced up against a wall? The part of my mind that Jen told me I didn’t listen to enough is screaming ‘YES!’ Then there is the other part of me that knows I’ll regret it, and possibly even resent him for it.
I don’t know how, but I think Luke senses that things are going too far. He pulls his mouth back a little so that we’re no longer connected, and rests his forehead against mine. “Fuck Becca, you’re so amazing.” He leans in and presses another quick kiss to my lips. “I’m sorry if I took it too far. I needed that, though.”
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Lucas
I know that the way I just acted with Becca was completely against everything I had decided to do. I want her to come to me, and I definitely don’t want to have her for the first time as a quickie after I’m pissed off from a shitty meeting. I can tell that she senses something is up with me, but I really don’t want to tell her what it is.
My entire meeting involved listening to everyone and their mother tell me that I’m being impulsive and careless bringing her here and on tour with me. Then, to make it even better, Samantha showed up and they kept trying to convince me to do more duets and shit with her. Not to mention, as soon as she slinked away, everyone started throwing out endless suggestions about how she would be great, not only for me, but for my career. Nothing was accomplished and I was almost two hours late to meet Becca. When I got here I was so pissed off from everything, that when I saw her, I just wanted her to ease all of the emotions waiting to burst out.
The door handle jiggles and I’m thankful that I remembered to lock the door. I ease Becca back down and give her a minute to straighten out her clothes and hair. When I open the door Jackson is standing in front of me. This day just keeps getting better. He’s standing in the doorway holding my sweatshirt.
“Hey Becca, you left your jacket in the studio.” The way he smiles at her makes me want to kill him. What the hell had she been doing in the studio with him?
I snatch it from him. “Thanks, it’s actually mine.” I let go of the door and watch it shut right in his cocky face. I turn around to face Becca. “Why were you hanging out with Jackson?”
“I wasn’t hanging out with him; I didn’t even know that he would be here. I was sitting in the truck in the parking lot and I was just going to wait for you. He offered to sign me into the building and let me wait upstairs with him. I get that you guys don’t like each other, Luke, but you really need to calm down and trust me a little bit.”
She’s right. I’m so protective of her, though; to be honest, I don’t even know where it all came from. “I do trust you, I just don’t trust him. He’s been after me since he had his first hit. He’s gone after the same songs as me, worn the same kind of clothes…shit, I’ve even caught him going after girls I’ve hooked up with. He isn’t a good guy, and I don’t want you to get caught in our fight.”
“Luke, I know but I just need to tell you –“
The
Luke lets out a throaty moan that in the heat of the moment sounds like a growl. He lifts me off the ground by my hips and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel how much he wants me and I know that if he initiates it now, public place or not, it’s gonna happen. Is this what I really want, though? Do I want my first time to be in a recording studio while I’m braced up against a wall? The part of my mind that Jen told me I didn’t listen to enough is screaming ‘YES!’ Then there is the other part of me that knows I’ll regret it, and possibly even resent him for it.
I don’t know how, but I think Luke senses that things are going too far. He pulls his mouth back a little so that we’re no longer connected, and rests his forehead against mine. “Fuck Becca, you’re so amazing.” He leans in and presses another quick kiss to my lips. “I’m sorry if I took it too far. I needed that, though.”
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Lucas
I know that the way I just acted with Becca was completely against everything I had decided to do. I want her to come to me, and I definitely don’t want to have her for the first time as a quickie after I’m pissed off from a shitty meeting. I can tell that she senses something is up with me, but I really don’t want to tell her what it is.
My entire meeting involved listening to everyone and their mother tell me that I’m being impulsive and careless bringing her here and on tour with me. Then, to make it even better, Samantha showed up and they kept trying to convince me to do more duets and shit with her. Not to mention, as soon as she slinked away, everyone started throwing out endless suggestions about how she would be great, not only for me, but for my career. Nothing was accomplished and I was almost two hours late to meet Becca. When I got here I was so pissed off from everything, that when I saw her, I just wanted her to ease all of the emotions waiting to burst out.
The door handle jiggles and I’m thankful that I remembered to lock the door. I ease Becca back down and give her a minute to straighten out her clothes and hair. When I open the door Jackson is standing in front of me. This day just keeps getting better. He’s standing in the doorway holding my sweatshirt.
“Hey Becca, you left your jacket in the studio.” The way he smiles at her makes me want to kill him. What the hell had she been doing in the studio with him?
I snatch it from him. “Thanks, it’s actually mine.” I let go of the door and watch it shut right in his cocky face. I turn around to face Becca. “Why were you hanging out with Jackson?”
“I wasn’t hanging out with him; I didn’t even know that he would be here. I was sitting in the truck in the parking lot and I was just going to wait for you. He offered to sign me into the building and let me wait upstairs with him. I get that you guys don’t like each other, Luke, but you really need to calm down and trust me a little bit.”
She’s right. I’m so protective of her, though; to be honest, I don’t even know where it all came from. “I do trust you, I just don’t trust him. He’s been after me since he had his first hit. He’s gone after the same songs as me, worn the same kind of clothes…shit, I’ve even caught him going after girls I’ve hooked up with. He isn’t a good guy, and I don’t want you to get caught in our fight.”
“Luke, I know but I just need to tell you –“
The
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