First one

Lukas's POV

I wrapped my fingers around Bella's as she followed my sister upstairs. The warmth of her hands feeling cool compared to how flaming mine were because of her. She looked fucking amazing in that black dress, hugging her in all the right places and igniting a fire that had been smoldering ever since the first time I saw her.

Looking around me as we mount the stairs, I notice people glaring at how close we were and of course the fact I was holding her hand didn't help much. Not that I minded, I enjoyed the way guys looked at me like I was the luckiest idiot in the world. The girls were staring at her, envying her and they fucking should. She's the kind of girl that makes the heads turn and she doesn't even notice it's for her.

I let go of her hand when we arrived upstairs as Mia was about to turn around and face us. I didn't want drama tonight. It was going so perfectly with her being close to me, no need to ruin that. When she didn't turn aroundI put my hands on Bella's hips, well aware that the thin fabric of her dress, was the only thing keeping me from touching her bare skin. My cock reacted immediately when she stopped in her tracks, her back crashing into me. The perfect opportunity to pull her closer to me and she wasn't fighting it as I felt her melt against my chest.

Ever since I met her, I had been going sober on sex. I just couldn't get myself to sleep with someone else as it could ruin any chance I had at having her. Sex never meant much to me but I loved the high it put me on after. Never in a million years would I have thought I would give up that high for a single girl, especially one who was making me work for it. Is she worth it?

Mia walked onto the mezzanine when Isabella turned around in my hands, smiling mischievous as she walked backwards. The kind of smile that screamed I want you and it made my jeans get a bit tighter in a particular place. She escaped from my grasp and sat down on one of the couches, which had probably more people have sex in them than the regular sitting.

I flopped down next to her, as close as was acceptable not to turn my sister into Sherlock Holmes. She put her head back and smiled at me, her lips curving in the most sexy way, almost in slow-motion and with clear intend behind it. Fuck what I would do to take that dress off her. Her eyes traveled down my neck and over the black ink on my arms until her eyes stopped at my hands, I like how she likes my finger tats, I got them a while ago and was starting to regret them until I saw the way she looked at them, adoration and lust in her forest green eyes. That look alone was turning me on, making me think about all the things I want to do to her.

When her eyes lingered more than a minute, she looked confused at what she saw, frowning her brows before her gaze met mine.

"Where is the cast on your hand?" She whispered while pouting her full lips. If no one was watching, especially Mia, I would have kissed her then and there, passionately. The look on her face had me confused though.

"What? You actually liked that piece of plaster?" I whispered back leaning closer to her side, the smell of her shampoo filling my nostrils. She said nothing, instead she turned her head to the side, facing mine and sticking out her bottom lip while nodding her head yes. Fuck, I want to drag her into a room and have every inch of her, slowly going in and out of her, kissing her soft skin everywhere. Shut up, not now! I was thinking about sex with her too much it only made the throbbing in my pants even worse.

"Oh. So, you wanted me to actually break my hand, you're such a bad person Bella." I laughed playfully; her facial expression surprised.

"It wasn't broken?" She looked surprised and relieved at the same time, because it was because of her that I smashed it into my dresser.