Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Kate
I wake up to the bed moving, Luke climbing out. He’s still naked, but so am I for that matter.
Not that we’d done much more than fall asleep after we collapsed into bed. After I’d cried out every tear in my body.
My eyes are scratchy and I’m sure they’re red and puffy. I stretch sitting up. “You’re leaving already?”
“No, love. Bank doesn’t open until nine. I just can’t sleep.”
His words wake me up. Is something wrong? I hope not. I’ve never felt more connected to another person.
I let the blankets fall, skimming down my body and let them pool around my waist. “Want to go for a swim?”
His eyes trail down my naked body, heating with every second that passes. “You sure you want to do that? You were upset last night…”
I sigh as I push up onto my knees, giving a good stretch, arms over my head, as the blankets remain on the bed.
I watch his cock swell. How is it that we’ve been naked together for hours and it doesn’t feel weird?
His reaction only excites me, and I twist my hair up, my arms over my head, arching my back.
I was incredibly sad last night. But here’s the thing: the guy who held me while I cried, kissed my forehead and murmured words of encouragement, is currently staring at me like I’m the most desirable thing he’s ever seen.
Did I think Luke Kincaid might be a bum?
He’s a gem.
Gorgeous, charismatic, kind to strangers and children, protective of me. I want Luke inside me right now.
He steps up behind me, his hand coming to the hair I’m holding up with my fingers as he pulls my hands away.
My hair falls down like a curtain, streaming down my back. It’s long, reaching my midback, and he twists the strands around his hand like a rope, pulling it the slightest bit. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs into my exposed neck. “I’m a little feral this morning. And you had a rough night.”
“I want your feral.” I can already feel myself getting slick.
And it’s true. It’s like the nicer that Luke is, the dirtier I become. He pulls my hair harder, really tipping my head back even further.
I guess we’re not making it to the river.
I only wanted to go to soak my face and get rid of the puffiness.
But it’s a moot point as Luke ceases pulling and starts pushing, sending me to my hands and knees on the bed. I go willingly, heating even more when he nudges my knees apart.
His other hand comes between my legs, sliding up my slit, rubbing me until I’m like a cat, chasing his touch.
I’m about to beg him to put his cock inside me, when he uses his hips to nudge me the rest of the way down onto my belly, before he flips me over onto my back and then plunges inside me.
No wonder this position is so popular. When he bottoms out inside me, he’s pushing every button I have and I gasp in a breath, wrapping my arms around his neck and arching into his body.
He feels so good. “Luke,” I gasp. “Just like that. Oh God.”
“Scream it out, love. Scream it loud.” And he starts fucking me with long, hard thrusts that have the bed shaking.
We could wake the dead with the noise we’re making. Fortunately, there aren’t many living people around as I scream his name.
He’s got both his arms around me, holding me close as he ratchets up the pace. My body is humming, on fire, as I thread my fingers in his hair, biting into his shoulder. He tastes so good, I close my eyes as my insides explode with an orgasm.
It’s hard and fast and so perfect, I scream again, my legs locking around his hips.
He roars too, his movements losing all their finesse as he cums. I hold him close as he empties inside me, and I keep my arms around him for the longest time after he’s done.
Sex with Luke, time with this man, is a pretty sweet consolation prize, if I’m losing my internship.
Maybe it’s a sign, I wasn’t meant to be a surgeon. I’m not even sure it’s what I really wanted. It was about the money. About the prestige. About proving to the world I could be whatever I wanted.
But what do I want?
I haven’t stepped out of my world for the longest time, and now that I’m here, it’s a good time to ask.
Luke finally lifts up, sliding to the side and resting on one elbow. He trails his fingers down the middle of my torso his eyes following. “You’re so perfect.”
I shake my head. How is that he thinks that? I roll too, pressing my front to his. “Me?”
He trails kisses over my hair. “Don’t even try to say I’m perfect. We both know I’m not.”
“I like you just the way you are,” I whisper into his neck.
But the words only push him off the bed. What did I say?
“How about that swim?” he rumbles before he turns and scoops me up into his arms.
“Your arm,” I gasp, my hands going around his neck.
“Arm is fine, nearly all better,” he says, striding through the cabin and out the front door.
“That cannot be true,” I gasp out as he jostles me down the front porch stairs. “I have expert knowledge that you’re lying.”
He chuckles. “I don’t mind a bit of pain as long as everything works.”
He crosses the yard and then moves down the bank like he’s not carrying an entire person. I let out a little yelp, half in fear, half in excitement.
Luke splashes into the water and when he’s thigh high, sinks down under the surface, me still in his arms.
I gasp as the cool water hits my skin, clutching him and his warmth closer. He only laughs harder. “Ready to go under?”
I let out a giggle and then he mock dips me, like he’s prepping me for the plunge. Closing my eyes, I hold my breath and then we’re going under, the cool water feels amazing on my still-puffy face.
We surface again, my mock shrieks of protest echoing through the quiet of the morning. He laughs too, but quiets first.
Stifling my own giggles, I look up at him. Our eyes hold for a second, two before he drops his mouth to mine. “Maybe we’ll make it back to Vegas tonight. Maybe my family will…”
I shake my head. “I’m calling the lead surgeon today to ask for a late start. I can’t take the chance of calling tomorrow, when he’s expecting me to arrive. It’ll be worse if I do.”
I see Luke wince, but he gives a single stiff nod.
Pushing out of his arms, I move to the shore where we left the shampoo, conditioner, and soap last night. Dipping my head back under, I squirt shampoo into my hand and start lathering, soaping up the long strands.
I catch Luke watching over my shoulder, his body still dipped down in the water up to his chest.
His eyes are dark and heavy, but I catch something new in their depths. Regret? Worry?
I sink under the water, rinsing out my hair, before I surface again and grab the conditioner. “Everything all right?”
“It’s fine,” he gives me a perfunctory smile and then pushes to the shore as well, shampooing his own hair.
He stands on the shore, his back to me, his body on full display in the early morning light, muscles flexing.
He’s so gorgeous, it’s almost hard to breathe. I wash my body while he’s facing away, and then dive back in the water to rinse.
I’m still under swimming when his body glides under mine, pushing me up to the surface.
“Luke,” I gasp when we both break the water. “What are you doing?”
His arms go around me as he plants his feet on the bottom. My legs naturally come around him which has his cock pressing into my folds. “Your ass was the only thing out of the water, and it was fantastic.”
I shake my head, but any chastisement I might have issued is forgotten as he sinks into my pussy. I instantly tighten around him, my head falling back. “I just got clean,” I murmur, shifting to take more of him in.
His hand comes to the top of my ass, pushing me all the way down his cock until he bottoms out. “I can’t get enough,” he rumbles into my shoulder.
My arms come around his neck, like I’m holding on for dear life. I can’t get enough either.
Which isn’t surprising. Luke is hands down the hottest man I’ve ever met or even seen. And that includes models on posters and actors on television.
He can’t think the same thing about me. His other hand splays out on my back, his mouth kissing a trail up my neck as he holds deep inside me.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I reassure, some deep part of me sensing that he’s both more distant and more desperate to be close. Is this about the call? Did speaking to his family upset him?
Did my crying make him worried?
“Luke,” I run my hands down his back. “It’s all right if I don’t make it back tomorrow.”
“What?”
I lean back too, which, amazingly, pushes him even deeper inside me. My eyes widen as I nearly lose the words.
“It’s not okay, love. Not at all.”
I shake my head. “A new opportunity will come up. A better one. I’ll end up where I’m supposed to be.”
I see the pain flash across his face a moment before he pulls me close again, lifting my hips to plunge back inside me.
I forget anything else I wanted to say as he picks up the pace, my passion, his dominance taking me over.
I’ve never wanted anything more.