6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Eva
I can feel Luke shaking. His eyes jump erratically between mine like he’s caught in a trap. I don’t want him to think I let him in just to get laid. That was never my intention. There’s just something about him. Something mysterious that I’m not used to. Usually so direct and sure of where I’m going and what I’m dealing with, this man before me is like an enigma.
Trying to ignore the shake in his hand, I watch his fist ball as he looks to the ground. “Eva,” he says on another breath. “We don’t need to do this.”
I step closer, his fresh smell making me want to shut my eyes. But his words don’t deter me. Maybe not, but, “I want to,” I whisper gently.
The corner of his lip twitches. “I don’t need your pity, Little Warrior.”
This isn’t about pity. Selfishly, this is me looking at something I know I want and not being afraid to take it. Like Tiffany told me I should do when I frantically called her before coming out of my bedroom. It was more a safety move why I called her, but naturally it ended up being a pep talk once I’d told her I wasn’t ill. I left out me getting hurt.
With a deep breath, I make a bold move and lift his chin to look at me. The ruggedness of his beard against my fingers makes me stroke my thumb through the wiry hairs. The spark between us is undeniable.
I don’t know why Luke came to the bar. I can’t explain why it was him who found me outside with Ben. And I sure as hell can’t explain why he waited around to make sure I was okay. Be it through lack of other choices or something he wants; I know the man looking up at me isn’t dangerous. He’s a man who, for whatever reason, is lost. I don’t want to see him with nowhere to go. And yeah, maybe what I’m doing might be utterly insane, but I don’t think I’m wrong about this.
He reaches for my hand, holding it still, panic nestling firmly in his eyes.
Or maybe I am.
The quizzical look I give him, makes his fingers tighten.
“I don’t pity you, Luke.” Lowering my hand, he lets go, and I curse myself for acting on this when of course the reality is I should just give him his clothes back and let him leave. I may not want him to, but the way he’s looking at me makes me step back an inch. “I’m sorry,” I say again, for what feels like the millionth time. I need to fix myself up sharpish. Not everyone needs help. Why do I do this every, single time?
“Don’t be.” He snatches my hand back, his fingers wrapping firmly around my wrist in a detached way like he’s conflicted. He wants this too, but it isn’t easy for him.
“Luke, I…” My shaky voice makes me sound so unsure of myself when I know I’m not. “I just thought… this isn’t something we need to do. I just get the feeling you were sent onto my path for a reason.”
He smiles loosely.
“And now you’re looking at me like you think I’m crazy.” I turn my face away.
His lips surrounded by more than just a five o’clock shadow, press together. “Not crazy, Eva. Your confidence is fucking turning me on. It’s been a while, that’s all.”
Shit. Of course it has. “How long?” I dare to ask him, but more so wanting to know how long he’s been in prison for.
When he doesn’t answer, I step into him. He doesn’t touch me, but his eyes capture me. I’m trapped under his powerful hold, and he’s done nothing except tell me he thinks my confidence is a turn on.
It’s the motivation I need to keep going. With a bend I lift his hand, taking it in mine. Luke watches as I turn it over, noticing the grazes and the indentations made by what? Fighting? Surviving ?
Hitching one knee, my t-shirt rises up my leg a tiny amount, exposing more of my skin.
I watch him lick his lips before he’s standing abruptly.
I jolt back and knock into the table.
“Eva.” My name hangs heavy in the air, but everything inside me is screaming not to give up.
Slowly placing my hands on his hips, I realise that all that stands between me and seeing Luke bared, is one of my towels. When I look down, there’s an array of scars, the biggest running adjacent to the bottom of his ribs. I gently run my finger along the bump of skin, my mind wandering to images of him being hurt like me. “This is what you meant when you said you knew what it felt like?”
I’m stopped again, but this time Luke leans forward. “You need to slow down, Little Warrior,” he tells me.
It’s mortifying. His command, so embarrassing. “Do me a favour and forget the last thirty seconds.” I step around him, making it two steps away before his hand is on the back of my neck, stopping me with a jerk backwards. Delirious as his touch might make me, my breath catches in my throat as pain simmers on my side, making me bend slightly. “Luke.”
I grit my teeth as he steps forward, now flush with my back, one hand resting near my wound.
I shouldn’t melt into his touch. I shouldn’t take in his scent like it’s the oxygen I need. But I do.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here, Eva.”
I begin panting. Fear and uncertainty try to steal what little composure I have left. But feeling his shaky breath hit one side of my face, I realise he isn’t acting out of anger. It’s fear.
With a steady turn, I move under his hold, slowly coming face to face with him. His hand remains on me, his eyes dropping to my lips as I suck in a breath. “Do you want to kiss me?” I feel so stupid asking him, but my gut tells me I should lead here.
Luke smiles cheekily. “I want to do more than kiss you, Little Warrior. But for now, that would be a good place to start. ”
I’ve noticed he uses humour when he’s nervous. Offering the best smile that I can muster under the circumstances, I push to my tiptoes, taking my time as I move closer to him.
Luke’s hand tightens on me like he’s unsure.
“We really don’t need to do this, Luke.” My brain might be thinking logically here, but my body is beginning to rattle with anticipation.
Leaning down, his lips slowly lower towards mine. They hover precariously, the proximity of his face so close to mine, forcing me to look up, directly into his eyes. I can see my reflection in the round holes that are so all-consuming.
“We really do,” he whispers, his warm breath skimming my lips before his are gently meeting mine.
My eyes close of their own accord as I soak up his silky words. We really do. So gentle and masculine, yet so tame and intriguing. This is unlike any situation I’ve found myself in with a guy. The tenderness and fragility of the pressure cooker we’ve put ourselves in, begins to heat up. Warm heat swims through my blood as our kiss gains momentum, our lips moving as we cautiously devour one another. Then I feel his scattered breaths begin to quicken. Whereas I’m beginning to melt into the connection, Luke begins pulling away.
I reach up to steady myself and also wanting to comfort him, my hands slowly wrapping around his neck.
But my move makes our kiss stop instantly.
Luke flinches.
“Too much?” I query, already knowing by the tension oozing out of him.
Luke doesn’t say a word, but his hand that was on me, drops to his side.
Skimming my hands down his front, he holds his breath. No, he doesn’t like that either. “Is this okay?” Taking my time, I gently press my lips to his chest, making sure to keep my hands to myself.
Luke’s head falls back, a deep gush of air escaping his lungs as I travel lower across the muscles sitting so prominent on his front. I want to lick them. Want to taste and devour every inch of him.
Feeling his pulse race each time I press my lips to him, I skim across his chest, dusting over one nipple .
Both of his hands lift to either side of my head. One thumb pushes up, angling my chin to look at him.
I quickly roll my lips together, not finished with my task, and he watches before his eyes find mine. We’re locked on each other, most definitely wondering how far this will actually go. Of course I can see this going all the way, but there is an indescribable wanting for it to stay just like this. Slow. Steady. Intimate.
Trailing one hand down the centre of my chest, the tips of his fingers brush over one of my nipples, underneath my oversized t-shirt, mimicking the explorative way I touched him. He keeps one hand on my face as the other gently flicks the now sensitive and hard nub. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I whimper, wanting him to touch me harder than he is.
Luke does it again as my eyes drop to his mouth. “Do you want more?”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip. “Yes.” I say it honestly whilst simultaneously cupping him through the towel. He leans into the touch, his cock hardening instantly.
Fuck. He’s huge. My head suddenly feels light. My thighs tighten. It’s made even harder not to get carried away when he cups me the same way through my underwear.
Watching his lips slightly part, I can tell he’s turned on by what he must undoubtedly feel. My arousal is soaking through the fabric the further he pushes. “Eva, you’re wet.”
He sounds so lost. “That’s a good thing, Luke.” I smile up at him with lazy eyes as the pad of his thumb skims across all the right places. I don’t even think he knows what effect he’s having on me, but my head jerks back when I grip him tighter, and he’s millimetres from pushing inside of me. Jesus I want him to push inside me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I give him a nod but no words come out of me as I begin moving the palm of my hand on his erection, steadily working up a rhythm. Lifting up onto tiptoes, I slide my hand against his skin, the tips of my fingers brushing through his hair about to breach the towel .
Stopping me, Luke dips and grabs hold of my hips, lifting me effortlessly. I let out a gasp as I’m sat on the edge of the table, before he’s carefully pushing me to lie back with one hand flat on my chest.
I desperately try to press my legs together, but he moves to stand between them. He raises the bottom of my t-shirt, looking down and seeing my underwear, a low growl rumbling from him. “Are you that wet because of me?”
Even though he isn’t trying to be dominant, his words are hot as hell.
“Yes.”
“Then you need to show me what you like.” Luke’s fingers slip into the top of my cotton knickers, pulling them down. He steps back as my legs come together enabling him to slide them off my feet. Then his hands are back on me, gently resting on my knees and parting my legs until they’re flat on the table.
Talk about being exposed. “Luke.” I lift my hands to cover my face, but he stops me from rambling.
“Shh, Eva. I just need to see how you like it. Will you show me? Will you let me watch?”
Help. Send help. My clit’s vibrating and he hasn’t even touched me. Dropping my hands to my chest, I catch a look of innocence flare in his eyes. He has no clue how hot he is. No clue how much him asking me to show him—albeit pulling me from my comfort zone—is actually turning me on.
“Okay.” I sound so timid. Truth is, I’ve never felt so empowered. Starting slow, I drift my hand down between my legs. Christ. I sweep a finger through what only can be described as a river, ignoring the pang of embarrassment that shoots through me. I then circle my finger over my swollen clit, immediately being flooded by a heat that burns brightly. “Shit.”
“What?”
I turn my head to one side. “It feels so good.”
Luke takes a deep breath as I scissor my fingers either side of my clit, dipping and collecting more of my arousal before circling it once again. Keeping my head turned away, I close my eyes, enjoying the delicious waves of pleasure that have me wanting to arch my back off the table already.
I begin imagining his cock inside me, driving into my pussy as I come and shatter all around him. Then I’m fisting a handful of my hair, covering my face as my pace picks up, and I’m slipping two fingers inside myself. A moan escapes me. A faint murmur of his name slipping off my tongue as I pull my hand back and push forward again.
“Fucking hell, Little Warrior. Don’t stop.”
My stomach rolls on his instruction, and my legs fall open further, if that’s even possible.
Goosebumps dance on my skin when I hear the towel undoubtedly dropping to the floor. I look up, still fucking myself, and watch as he grips his cock, slowly stroking up and down, his eyes never leaving my pussy.
“Fuck.” This is too much. I want him to touch me. I want to touch him. But what we’re doing is the single hottest sexual encounter I’ve ever had.
“I want to kiss you, Little Warrior,” he says hoarsely.
I bite my lip, dragging my fingers slowly through my folds. “Do it,” I reply, my breath shaky as the next roll of my fingers hits deeper, and I know I’m close to coming.
Eyes closed; I miss Luke’s move. His hands wrap around my ankles and he pulls me closer to the very edge of the table. With an escaped whoosh of my breath, he swiftly grabs my wrist and I’m pulled to sit up, my breath ragged and running wild as my face comes face to face with his perfectly, unmarked chest. I want to reach out and steady myself by holding him, but given how he froze earlier, I won’t risk it.
“Alright?” Luke’s eyes drop to my bandage.
I nod, my heart galloping as I slowly let my legs drop to dangle off the table, being mindful not to move too quickly.
Luke effortlessly rolls the bottom of my t-shirt in his fingers, swiping it off, over my head.
My hands then place on the table behind me for balance. I’m now completely naked. Bared and exposed before him. My back is straight. My nipples are pointed and hard. My breasts ache with pleasure.
Luke keeps his eyes on me, dropping my t-shirt to the floor. The intensity of his fiery gaze does nothing for my wanton state. I want—no— need him to touch me. And he does. But lifting my hand, he places my fingers back between my thighs. “Keep going. ”
“Luke, I—”
He swallows my protest that I want him to touch me by dipping his tongue past my lips, both hands cupping my face. I have to angle my head back, my hand on the table taking all of my weight as I begin slow circles with the other, letting him explore my mouth.
Every bone in my body shakes with his tongue’s delicate rolls. Every inch of me feels tingly with excitement when he tilts his head further, kissing the corner of my mouth before he’s pushing back inside, his tongue twisting so irresistibly with mine.
When he lets me go, I suck in a deep breath. “Have you done that before?” I ask him, my chest bobbing up and down, ears ringing with the blood surging around my body.
“Never,” he replies quickly, grabbing my ankles and resting them on the edge of the table. Never? And he’s that good at kissing? What would he be like if he was experienced? Jesus. The mere thought has me panting. “Are you comfortable?” he asks.
I nod with a hum, my movements slow when my legs fall wider, and his fingers wrap around his cock and begin pumping.
“You’re like nothing I’ve ever encountered before, Little Warrior. Fuck.” His hand jerks as the tip of his cock leaks with his arousal.
Composure leaves me. “Luke.”
Dipping his head, Luke kisses the corner of my mouth before he drops lower, dotting kisses on my chest, all the way to my breasts. He cups one with his free hand, sucking my nipple into his mouth. The wetness of his tongue mixed with the level of suction he uses, pulls my mouth wide into a giant O.
“Fuck, Luke. I need more.” My fingers swipe and plunge inside me before starting again, repeating the rhythm over and over.
My nipple slips from his lips. “Tell me how you like it, Eva.” His head drops, watching as I become frantic, my fingers flicking my swollen clit relentlessly.
My hips begin to rock, the cool air kissing my exposed pussy making my muscles tighten .
Luke’s mouth is back on me, nipping and kissing his way back to my other breast. He lifts my boob, his hand squeezing tight as his teeth skim over the sensitive nub.
“Yes. Just like that,” I moan. I don’t know who the hell I am.
Luke does as I demand, his teeth biting down with enough force to have me shattering.
I unfurl, my back rolling, my legs dropping and parting wide. Desperate groans pour from my throat.
“Jesus,” Luke coughs, then I feel hot spurts firing onto my stomach. He groans, and that mixed with his come coating my damp skin, has my eyes rolling, wondering what I did to deserve something so hot and so erotic with a man like Luke.