Saving You (Love Wanted In Texas Book 2) by Kelly Elliott Page A

Libby wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned into my mouth. The kiss was passionate, yet gentle. Libby pushed herself into me more.
    Pulling her lips from mine, Libby whispered, “Touch me, oh God, please touch me, Luke.”
    I moved my hand from her hip to her breast and cupped it in my hand. Libby’s head dropped back. “Yes, oh God, yes.”
    “Libby, you drive me fucking mad with desire,” I said as I pulled her head forward and smashed my lips to hers again. Libby began pulling my shirt off as I did the same with her. She stood before me in a pale-pink lace bra. My dick was so hard in my pants, and one painful throb after another reminded me of how much I wanted the woman who stood before me.
    Pulling her bra down, I cinched her breasts up. I reached down and put one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked and pulled on her nipple as Libby let out moan after moan. “Oh God. Luke, I’ve waited so long.”
    Pulling my mouth away from her nipple, I lifted Libby up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her into a clean stall. I knew what I was doing was wrong. She was drunk. Very drunk. I didn’t care though. I’d waited so long for her; I was tired of pushing her away.
    I pushed my dick against her as I slammed her against the barn wall. “Libby, I want you so fucking much.”
    She smiled and looked at me. “Take me, Luke. Please take me.”
    I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “Baby, I don’t want it to be like this. Not with you drunk, Lib.”
    “You can’t hurt me this way, Luke.”
    I pulled back and looked at her. “What?”
    She stared at me. Then, she laughed. “Don’t you see, Luke? You always make me fall so head over heels in love with you. A dance in the rain. A soft whisper in my ear. Then you pull away. If we do this and I’m drunk, I won’t remember. You can’t hurt me, ‘cause I won’t remember.”
    I slowly let her body slide down mine as she leaned against the wall. I turned and walked out of the stall. Reaching down, I picked up her T-shirt. Turning around, I walked back over to her and adjusted her bra.
    “Wh—what are you doing?” Libby asked.
    “I’m sorry, Libby. I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you.”
    Her eyes filled with tears. “Even with me drunk, you still don’t want me. Why?”
    “I care about you, Libby. I don’t want to …”
    Libby quickly pulled her T-shirt over her head the best she could in her drunken state. She stumbled forward and pushed me as hard as she could. “I hate you, Luke Johnson. I don’t want you to care about me! I want you to love me!” Libby shouted.
    I grabbed onto her arms and looked into her eyes. “I love you more than you’ll ever know, Libby.” Libby sucked in a breath as I slowly let her go.
    I pulled out my phone and called Will. “Hey, Will. It’s me, Luke. Can you come get Libby? She’s drunk out of her mind.”
    Libby stood there and stared at me as tears rolled down her face. She slowly walked past me and out of the stall. She made her way to the end of the barn and sat down. She began crying as she said, “I hate you, Luke. I hate you …”

    THE DOOR SHUT and I flew up. “Damn dude, did you fall asleep or something?” Will asked as he walked in. I glanced around and saw the three empty beer bottles sitting on the coffee table.
    “Ah … yeah, I guess I did.” I dragged my hands down my face. “Shit. I’ve gotta meet Karen for dinner.” Glancing at the clock, I saw I only had thirty minutes to meet her.
    “Karen? The girl you dated when you first came to A&M?” Will asked as I began sprinting up the stairs.
    “Yeah!” I shouted back as I rushed into my bedroom and changed. Five minutes later I was back downstairs. I reached for my truck keys.
    “Are y’all dating again?” Will asked as I grabbed a quick drink of water. I spun around and looked at him.
    “What? No. She just said she wanted to meet up and talk. I have no idea what about. I haven’t seen her in months.”
    Will