Chapter 8
Luke
Her fingers curl around mine, and when her thumb brushes across my knuckles, I’m not prepared for the electrical current that zips through me.
It’s a thumb, Luke. How pathetic are you?
I rise to my knees until I’m leaning against the couch, using it to dull the ache in my jeans. My hands are braced on either side of her hips. She watches me and stays quiet. Nerves have stolen her words for a change.
I pull the blanket from her lap and see bare legs in shorts.
I close my eyes for a brief moment and trail my hand over her thigh before lifting it to her arm and running it up to her shoulder.
My thumb brushes her cheek, and she leans into my touch, like she already knows how it feels, just like how she was writing about.
Her lips part, and I take it as an invitation.
It’s soft and slow and I wait to see if she’ll kiss me back.
She does just as gently, her hand reaching for the bottom of my T-shirt, gripping it like she needs to ground herself.
I deepen the kiss and let my hand play with her hair that falls loosely around her shoulders.
She tastes sweet. Like cupcakes, and it’s exactly what I would have imagined.
What I did imagine.
My hand drifts down again, gripping her waist. She sighs into my mouth, then leans forward, draping both arms over my shoulders. I uncross her legs, putting them on either side of my hips, still letting the couch give us a little buffer, even though all I want to feel is her.
“I’ve wanted to do that since you walked through the door,” she murmurs when we finally break apart.
I brush my nose against hers. “Then let’s keep doing it.”
Her smile is soft, almost shy, but then she pulls me onto the couch and climbs into my lap like she belongs there. My hands find her hips as she straddles me, her thighs warm through the thin fabric of her sleep shorts.
I groan low in my throat as she kisses me again, deeper now, her hips pressing against mine in a subtle, maddening rhythm.
Her hands explore, slipping under the hem of my T-shirt, tickling my stomach. She touches me like she’s trying to memorize every bit of me.
“You’re warm,” she whispers.
I chuckle against her neck. “That’s the fire.”
She giggles, my beard tickling her, I’m sure, and she pulls back just enough to look at me. “No. That’s you.”
I exhale and kiss her again, letting everything I’ve held back for years pour into it.
When I slide my hands beneath her shirt and up her spine, she arches into me with a quiet gasp, her body soft and inviting in all the ways I never let myself miss until now.
“Let me see you,” I say, my voice raw.
She nods, fingers trembling just slightly as she pulls her tank over her head, baring herself to me.
I sit there for a moment, just looking, taking in every inch of her like she’s a sunrise I never thought I’d see again.
I dust the backs of my fingers over her breasts, over her nipples, and they harden before my eyes.
Her chest heaves, like she’s trying to catch her breath, and I repeat the motion.
Goosebumps erupt, and when I roll each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her moan almost makes me come in my jeans.
The more I touch and stare, the braver she gets, sitting tall with a curve of her lips that tells me she loves everything I’m doing.
“You’re beautiful, Red.”
She leans forward, kissing me again as my hands explore the soft skin of her back, her waist, her thighs. When I lift her slightly and lay her down on the couch, she doesn’t resist. She wraps her legs around me, welcoming me in.
Clothes are peeled away carefully, and the feel of her skin on mine is like nothing I’ve ever known.
I pull her panties down her legs, her eyes never leaving mine, and when I slide my finger through her pussy lips and find her soaking wet, a groan tears from my throat.
Her body moves in a wave like motion, reacting to my touch, begging for more and it makes me feel ten feet tall.
“I don't have a condom here.”
She shakes her head. “I’m on the pill.”
I breathe deep, wanting nothing more than to slide inside and fuck her to oblivion, but she senses my hesitation. “And what about your boyfriend? You said he cheated on you.”
She closes her eyes. “We hadn’t been together in quite a while. I should have known he was getting it somewhere else.”
I feel bad hearing her declaration but happy at the same time. I grab hold of my cock and position it, sinking into her in one thrust. Her moan meets my groan, and I feel like I’m coming home.
We move together like we’ve done this a hundred times before.
“Fuck, Red.” I breathe against her, pounding her deep into the couch. She wraps her arms tighter around me and takes everything I’m giving.
“Keep going. Get me there,” she breathes out, meeting my thrusts with her own.
My dick grows harder, and I plant my hands on either side of her head and hold myself above her, jacking my hips into her, feeling her pussy squeeze me tight.
“I'm close. Please tell me you're there.” I’m trying to hold out, but it’s been too long, and she feels too good. I feel her hand come between us, and then she’s playing with her clit, and it almost breaks me. “Quinn, fuck, get yourself off.”
I lock eyes with her. She’s biting her lip, but a smile still shows across her face, and her eyes twinkle. I can’t help but snicker. “You’re dangerous.”
She grabs my ass with one hand, holding me tight against her as she hits her peak. She cries out, and when we both come apart, the fire being the only light in the room, and with the storm raging outside, I’ve never felt more at peace.