Chapter 27
Annie
I can feel the heat and passion in Luke’s kiss as his lips reacquaint themselves with mine. I went seven years without kissing Luke, and I survived. Now, I can barely go an hour without thinking of how his bottom lip feels between my teeth, how his tongue dancing with mine sends me into oblivion, how our lips fit so perfectly together.
He walks me from the kitchen to his bedroom, and it’s the first time I’ve been in here since I moved in—actually, it’s the first time ever —and I’m too overwhelmed, in the best way, with all of these emotions flooding through me. Luke kicks the bedroom door closed with his foot, before walking over to his bed, and laying me down.
When he breaks our kiss, my eyes slowly open as I adjust to the darkness of the room. His blonde hair frames his blue eyes as he stands above me.
He reaches for me, his hands trailing up the tops of my legs, up my stomach, and to my chest, finding the straps of my pajama top.
His eyes meet mine, silently asking for permission, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes and take the tank top off myself .
Instead, I reach for the thin strap over my shoulder, bringing it down slowly before doing the same to the other, and I feel his patience being tested as his fingers come to the bottom to help me pull it off over my head.
There’s something about Luke’s movements, the look in his eyes, the tension in the air, that makes me feel like we have all the time in the world. It’s easy to want to rush into this, to lose ourselves in each other and not think of what comes before or after.
But I want to savor every moment and feel every feeling I convinced myself I didn’t have.
I want to make up for lost time.
Not just because this is Luke, the boy I lost my virginity to. He’s the one who I’ve loved my entire life, the one who makes me feel more seen than anyone else in the world.
Not to mention the man who demanded I show him how I use my vibrator right in front of him.
But because he’s been patient with me for years; he knows me better than I know myself; he reminds me that everything’s going to be okay, as long as we’re together.
We’ll figure it out.
Together.
A low groan escapes Luke’s throat, and that’s when I realize I said the words out loud. His hands slowly glide up my waist, his body leaning down over me, so he can press feather-light kisses to my skin. “Together,” he repeats, his breath tickling my skin.
His lips are warm against my chest, igniting a fire in my belly. Pressure builds between my thighs as he swipes his tongue against the top of my breast where he left a mark the last time—one that I watched fade over the days .
As if reading my thoughts, he grazes his teeth against my skin, biting hard before tending to the pain with his tongue, making me moan at the slight pain mixed with pleasure.
“Mine,” he whispers against my skin, his palms finding my breasts, massaging one with each hand before taking my nipples between his fingers.
My hands find the back of his head, threading through his hair as his lips move across my chest, kissing, nipping, sucking, biting, anything to taste me. “Mine,” I echo, the word falling so seamlessly from my lips.
Luke takes one of my breasts in his mouth while massaging the other, and I close my eyes as the pressure builds, my back arching more into his mouth as I pull at his hair, and he groans in response. He moves his mouth to my other breast, swirling his tongue around my nipple, grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin.
Every drag of his tongue, every touch from his fingers, every noise he makes goes directly to my core, and he doesn’t stop until I’m a complete and utter mess beneath him.
He kisses back up to my lips, and I feel his hands trail to my pajama bottoms, his fingers hooking under the elastic.
“Trying to get me out of my pants, bartender?” I tease, feeling his lips curve into a smile.
“Always,” he retorts, sliding my shorts down and off my legs, leaving me in just my underwear.
He pushes himself up from where he’s leaning over me, standing to his full height before pulling at the collar of his shirt until it’s off and on the floor with my shorts.
I don’t even hide how my eyes take him in as I lay on the bed in front of him—from his corded forearms, to his toned shoulders, to his defined pecs. I follow every hard line of his chest, until I see his hands undoing the button of his jeans, but not taking them off.
I push myself up until I’m on my knees in front of him, my head coming to right below his chin even when I’m on the bed. “Come here,” I purr, reaching out to grab him by his unbuttoned jeans, pulling him closer until our lips meet again.
His hands find the side of my face as I slide his jeans down, reaching into his boxer briefs and stroking against his hard length, eliciting a groan from him that I swallow up.
I slowly guide my hand up and down, Luke kissing me deeper with every stroke.
“Honey, if you keep doing that,” he whispers against my lips, “I’m going to embarrass myself.”
“No need to be ashamed. I know how long you’ve waited for this.” My voice is much breathier than I’d like to admit, my teasing coming out more as suggestive than I had planned.
Luke grabs my wrist with one hand, pulling it from his boxers and holding it between us. “Don’t be a brat,” he says through gritted teeth, but the flare in his eyes tells me to do the opposite.
“Don’t be a tease,” I echo, and his other hand finds the hem of my underwear, just below my stomach, and I suck in an inhale, dripping with anticipation.
“Tell me, Annie girl, if I ripped these off of you,” he tugs on the elastic band, letting it snap back against my skin, “and stick my fingers in that tight pussy of yours, how wet would you be for me?”
My lips are parted, my eyes half-shut, and my brain can’t even form words to say, too drunk with lust and his low voice to even be embarrassed by it. This is that edge I know Luke keeps below the surface of his otherwise composed, carefree demeanor. I’ve seen it when he made me move in here, when he told me to use my toy, and I think my new favorite pastime will be seeing how far I can push him until he shows this side of him.
With one hand still holding my wrist, the other slowly plays with the hem of my underwear, the smirk on Luke’s face telling me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
But who am I to give him what he wants?
I pull my hand from his grip before standing up from the bed, so I’m right in front of him. I watch him as he watches me, and I know he’s waiting for me to challenge him. The same way I’ll be waiting for him to call my bluff.
I hook my fingers into the hem of my underwear, pulling them down until they fall to the ground. “Why don’t you find out?”
And just as I hoped, I watch his eyes darken, his lips crashing into mine until the back of my knees hit the back of the bed, and I have no choice but to lay back down.
Luke kisses me until I’m on my back, his body lying next to mine as he leans down to kiss me, his hands trailing all over my body until they descend down my stomach and between my legs.
I moan with anticipation, needing the pressure building to subside, and Luke knows it. He kisses me deep as he pushes a finger into my pussy, swallowing the noises I make as he fills me. “So wet for me,” he says against my skin as he slowly pumps his finger into me before adding a second, his thumb finding my clit with such ease, like my body was made for him.
“Could be wetter,” I breathe, grabbing onto his wrist and bringing his hand to my lips. I take his fingers in my mouth, circling them with my tongue, tasting my own arousal, and Luke watches my every move, eyes following as I move his hand back down my body, and push his fingers back into my pussy, basking in the feeling of him inside me and the heat of his gaze.
“Right as always, sweet girl,” he praises as his fingers move inside me. His thumb circles my clit with each thrust of his hand, his lips moving against mine, and it’s all too much. I feel the pressure building inside of me, and my skin feels as hot as the sun. I let myself feel all the sensations, letting go of every ounce of control and giving it all to Luke, and I fall apart.
Luke works me through my orgasm, whispering more words of praise against my skin, bringing me back down from wherever I was just thrown into. I blink my eyes open, and Luke’s eyes are on me, a look of triumph on his face.
It’s cute that he thinks he’s the one in charge.