8. Luke
8
LUKE
I sla sighs into my mouth and relaxes against me. She tastes like mint and milk and heaven all rolled into one.
Her hair falls across her face, tickling my chin, and the caress makes my dick harden. It’s been too long since I kissed a woman and her lips on mine are overwhelming, making me feel dizzy.
Cool air whips around us, but it does nothing to cool my heated body. My lips tingle from heat, and my skin is on fire.
The kiss turns hungry as my need for her grows. I grasp Isla with both hands, sliding my fingers through her hair to grip her head and hold her to me.
Her hands snake under my jacket, and she trails her hand down my chest and over my torso. Everywhere she touches my skin turns to fire. I groan into her mouth and shuffle forward to press myself against her .
Her hands run over my package and the groan turns to a growl. My dick jerks into her palm, and I pull away.
Cold mountain air gushes into the space between us, and everything crashes around me. I can’t touch this woman like I want to. I have no claim on her.
Isla’s brows knit together in confusion. “What’s wrong?” Her hand rests lightly over the top of my jeans, applying gentle pressure on my cock.
I’m breathing hard, trying to pull back from the abyss that one touch almost had me falling over. “You don’t need to do that.”
She pulls her hand away, looking hurt. “I want to.”
“You don’t need to thank me like that, Isla.”
She looks like she’s been slapped. “You think this is what this is?”
I close my eyes, annoyed that I even said that. “I don’t know what this is. I only know you’re confused. You’ve got a baby, and you’ve just left an emotionally abusive relationship. You don’t need me confusing the issue.”
“I’m not confused, Luke. It’s over with Ian if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I wish that was all I was worried about. I open my eyes to find Isla frowning at me. I’ve thoroughly fucked this up. I wanted to take her out for a while, and now I’m saying shit like a fucking idiot when I should have kept my mouth shut and just kissed her. But if we kept kissing, I would have embarrassed myself.
“It’s been a long time since I was with a woman, Isla, not since before the accident. You touch me like that, and I’ll go off like a rocket. ”
Relief floods her face, and she giggles. “Is that all? I thought you didn’t like me.”
“Didn’t like you?” I want to tell her I love her, that I’ve loved her since she walked in the clubhouse door and stole my heart. But I don’t want to scare her away. “That’s not it.”
I also can’t admit my real fear. That I’m not man enough for her. That if we take this further, I’ll embarrass myself. That I won’t be the lover she needs. I have no idea if I can please a woman or not anymore or even how the mechanics of making love work when you don’t have the counterbalance of legs to work with. I might not be able to please her, and I want more than anything to please Isla.
“We’re going to keep this real simple. To make this less confusing, I’m going to take myself out of the equation.”
Isla bites her lower lip and a blush creeps up her neck. I trail my finger over her cheek and cup her chin.
“Since you walked into my club, it’s been my mission to look after you and Cody. To make sure you’re safe, to make sure you’re sleeping and eating and recovering. Let me look after you now, like a man looks after a woman.”
My hand trails down her neck, and I squeeze her throat a little on the way down to her chest. Isla gasps, and her eyes widen. I want to own her, to possess her, and maybe one day I will, but today all I’m going to do is make her forget her troubles for a little while. Make her remember she’s a woman and what it feels like to come undone .
I slowly unzip the leather jacket she’s wearing, and every ping of the zipper echoes around the quiet valley.
Her chest rises and falls in heaving breaths as I nudge the jacket aside and slide one hand around her waist. The other hand trails over the curves of her body to cup her breast. She shudders at my touch as I cup her heavy breast in my palm.
“Are they sensitive?” I long to tear her top off and explore her perfect breasts, but I’ve read about how sensitive they can be when a woman is breastfeeding.
She nods, and I pray to the gods I get another opportunity to explore them properly as I slide my hands down her body and between her legs. Isla gasps, and her mouth pops open.
“Is this okay?”
It’s been so long since I touched a woman like this, and I don’t want to fuck it up.
“Luke...” she whines, “it’s perfect.”
I nudge her thighs apart and caress the hot place between her legs. I can’t feel much through her jeans, but Isla whimpers and rests her hand behind her so she’s leaning back on the boulder.
Her jeans have an elastic waist, and I slide my hands down them. Her underwear is soaked, and she whimpers when I touch her.
“Oh baby girl, you’ve needed this, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” She bites her lower lip and glances around the empty rest area. “What if someone comes?”
“The boulders shield us from the road, and no one’s coming here on a fucking freezing day in January. ”
She giggles, and it turns into a moan as I find her sensitive core.
“The only person who’s going to come is you. Sit back and enjoy it.”
I kiss her neck, and she turns to me. Perspiration beads on her forehead, and her eyes are pools of desire. My dick aches for her, and I feel a yearning so strong to be a fucking normal man to be able to give her everything she needs. But this will have to do.
I caress her slick center, keeping my movements slow and controlled, reading her expression to figure out what she likes.
“Luke…” Every time she whimpers my name my chest squeezes.
My lips find hers, and she kisses me hungrily as my hand moves inside her.
She breaks away as it becomes too much, leaning against the rock, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She squeezes around my fingers and cries my name as the climax consumes her, her body releasing the tension she’s been carrying around for too long.
“You’re beautiful.” She turns her face to me, and her eyes are hooded. The moment we make eye contact, I press against her center, and she cries out. I drag her over the edge again and again until she’s a trembling mess against me.
Only then do I slide out of her panties and enfold her in my arms. She leans again my chest with a contended sigh.
We stay like this for a long moment, and it’s only after a long silence when I look down at her do I realize she’s fallen fast asleep.
I brush a strand of hair off her face and hold her tighter. For this moment, Isla is mine. Even if it can’t be forever, I have this moment.