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Fifty-Two: Lukas, just watch

Lukas's POV

I heard her chuckle as she leaned the side of her head against my lips, before turning to face me. "What are you waiting for, let's go." She smirked, squeezing my thigh one last time. She stood up, throwing on her jacket as I watched her move in front of me. The movements of her putting her clothes on just as satisfying as her taking them off. I quickly grabbed my wallet and left enough money on the table to pay for our meal. I threw on my jacket and took her hand, leading her outside to my bike.

Handing her the helmet I watched her every move, from the way her fingers clicked the helmet secure to her lips curving up when she caught me staring. I stepped on my bike, waiting for her to sit behind me. I felt her swing her leg over the bike, her hands wrapping around me, but she wasn't close enough for my liking.

I looked over my shoulder, her longing eyes locking with mine. I reached back, my hands grabbing the hollow of her knees, my thumb caressing her jeans. "Come on bells, you know this isn't how you sit on my bike..." I said, staring at her green orbs of goodness before yanking her forward, closer to me, as close as I wanted her to be which was infinitely close. A small squeal escaped from her lips, and I could only imagine how I was going to make her squeal my name when we got home. "Wouldn't want you to fall off." I smirked, starting the engine while I felt her grip on my waist tighten. Before taking off I couldn't resist to take her hands, pushing them underneath my shirt to keep them warm and the fact I could feel her fingers on my skin wasn't going to hurt me either.

She rested her head between my shoulder blades as I took off, enjoying the cold air on my face, yet it wasn't cold enough to cool me down. The streetlights colored the atmosphere orange and for once all the traffic lights were green, giving me passage. The sooner we got to my apartment the better.

I parked in the underground garage, killing the roaring engine as I waited for Isabella to get off. Her hands left my naked stomach as she took off the helmet, her hair messy. So fuckable. I couldn't bother securing the helmet as she handed it to me, so I just hung it around the steering wheel. "What?" She whispered when I turned around with a smirk on my face, giving her beautiful body a once over.

"I want you." I said in a husky voice, telling her exactly how I felt, not overkilling it with unnecessary words.

She looked up strolling towards me, carefully shifting her weight from one foot to the other with her hands inside the pockets of her jacket. "Is that so?" She whispered, her voice still loud with the echo of the parking garage. She was close now, her hands leaving the warmth of her pockets in exchange for the hardness of my chest. She slid her hands around my neck, her lips looking so kissable it was the only thing I could think of doing. "So, your apartment huh?" She whispered again, standing on her tiptoes looking all innocent and sweet but the look in her eyes told me she had something tempting in store for me, something I couldn't resist.

I leaned in to get as close to her face I could get "I like having you in my bed." I whispered in her ear while my hands wrapped around her waist, but she pulled back. Her nose brushed over my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.

"Then what are we still doing in the garage?" Her lips moved, but my mind was already kissing her. It took a second for my body to react, going through my knees to grab the back of her legs, making myself tall again as I wrapped her legs around my waist. She laughed with pleasure but was quickly silenced when I pushed her up against the wall, my lips crashing into hers. She had been teasing me the entire evening, stroking my thigh with her soft hands, slowly but surely driving me crazy.

He fingers went through my hair, slightly pulling at my roots as I pushed myself into her, a longing moan escaping from the back of her throat. She wants me too. I started walking towards the elevator, Bells firmly wrapped around me. I had to stop kissing her in order to push the button, calling the elevator down but she didn't wait around, her hands guiding me towards her lips once again. She brushed her tongue over my lips, and I followed her movement doing the same to her, her lips soft and wet. The elevator sounded, which was my que to get in, still carrying my girl.