Chapter 5
Chapter Five
LUKE
Her lips feel just like they did six months ago—like heaven. My hands fall to her hips, urging her up and over me so she’s straddling me, our lips never leaving one another’s.
Saylor glides her fingers through my hair, her short nails running across my scalp. She unapologetically grinds along my hardening length, and, God, I’ve never been this turned on.
Then she pulls her lips off mine, and I lean forward, chasing the taste of her. “The food is gonna get cold.”
“I’ll feed you after,” I mumble, my hand on the back of her head, guiding her lips back to mine. My tongue slides through her parted lips, and her enthusiastic moan causes my dick to grow harder which I didn’t even think was possible.
I break away only far enough to murmur against her mouth. “Tell me you want this. Tell me to keep going.” I hear the desperation in my voice, but I don’t care at this point.
“I want this,” she whispers. “I want you.”
“Good.”
I trail my mouth along her jaw, to that place beneath her ear. Saylor shivers as if she’s catching goose bumps, and her pulse thrums out a steady beat under my lips. She threads her fingers in my hair and pulls, a gentle command, and I can’t help the sound that rips out of me.
“You like that?” she teases.
“I like you.” I nip at her neck, then soothe it with a swipe of my tongue.
She laughs, but it stumbles into a gasp when I slide my hands down, skimming the edge where her shirt meets her pants.
I take my time, wanting to savor this moment.
How long have I been starved for her? My hands lift along her bare flesh, inch by inch.
I want to memorize every one of her reactions.
The way she arches her back, offering herself into my waiting palms, the catch of her breath, the soft noise she makes when I drag my thumbs over her nipples through her mesh bra.
I ease back enough to look in her eyes. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
The cutest blush hits her cheeks, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I kiss her again, deeper.
“Say my name.”
“Luke,” she says in a breathless tone that makes me want to close my eyes and hear it over and over again.
I want to time warp back to fifteen-year-old me and tell him to be patient, tell him that he’ll have Saylor one day. She’ll be in your arms, murmuring your name, guiding your hands, telling you how much she wants you to be the one who makes her feel good.
My self-control frays, and I pick her up, pressing her back to the wall at the staircase. I catch her wrists and guide them above her head, pressing them into the wall, my fingers lacing with hers. “I’ve pictured this a thousand times,” I admit. “Having you.”
She swallows, and her eyes never leave mine. “Then take me, Luke.”
“I plan to.” I smile against the corner of her mouth. “And you’re gonna tell me what feels good. You’re going to be greedy for me.”
Her nod is slight and tight.
I delve my tongue into her mouth, and all the slow, languid movements switch to desperation, indulging my need.
She tips her chin up, both of us gasping for breath. “Don’t be sweet. Don’t be gentle with me.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I graze my teeth along her collarbone, then soothe it with my tongue. “I can’t wait for you to scream my name.” I murmur a string of promises into her skin—how I’m going to take my time, how I’m going to make her feel so good.
Somewhere between the kitchen and the living room, we discard our clothes as fast as our fingers are able.
I lift her and her legs wrap around me. We stumble up the stairs into the bedroom, laughing and kissing.
I set her down on my bed and pause, looking at her flushed skin, mussed hair, and half-lidded eyes.
Her gorgeous naked body, mine for the taking.
God, I’m a goner for this woman. “You’re—” I can’t finish the sentence. I shake my head. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she says simply. “Just you.”
No words have ever sounded sweeter to me.
I frame her face with my hands, my voice dropping to a hush.
“I’ve wanted you every day and every night since we were teenagers, and now that I have you, I intend to show you what you’ve been missing.
I’m going to worship you, Saylor, now that you’re finally in my bed. ”
Her eyes shine. “God, Luke.”
I’m slow and attentive, and I coax her into a rhythm, whispering how good she is, how perfect she feels against me, how amazing she tastes.
I’m so lost in her. There’s so much I want to do, so much I want to show her, but when I can’t take it anymore, when I need to be inside her I reach over to grab a condom.
I get up on my knees, staring down at her naked body under me. “Tell me this is good.”
Her fingers run down my pecs, hover around my waist. “Definitely.”
I rip open the condom wrapper and slide it down my length. She watches every movement intently, lust filling her gaze more and more until I center myself between her legs. When I guide to her opening, I nudge the tip in just slightly. Her hands wrap around my back, clutching my shoulders.
I stare into her eyes and inch in slowly, barely able to process that this is actually happening. Saylor is under me, giving herself to me. I lose myself in her sweet heat as I push myself all the way in.
“God, you feel good,” she says on a moan.
I slide out of her. The urge, hell the need to pummel into her with breakneck speed pushes at the edges of my thoughts, but this is the first time I’ll have her—I need to go slow and savor every moment.
Even with my steady pace, everything gets too much. She’s moaning and whispering my name and God, I’m groaning and grunting, trying to hold back my orgasm long enough for her to find her pleasure first. I arch my hips so my pelvis grinds along her clit and she cries out.
“Fucking take it, baby,” I say to her.
“Oh my God, oh my God, Luke—” She arches off the bed, head flying back, and her eyes close. “Luke,” she moans. And then she comes.
I watch as a flush travels from her head down to her waist, and holy fuck, I’m responsible for that. The thought makes me come. Capturing her mouth with mine, I savor our kiss as I spill into the condom.
We lie still and catch our breathes for a moment, before I slide out of her and roll over.
“I’ll be right back.” I get up off the bed on shaky legs and head to the bathroom.
After I clean up, I pause in the bathroom, scared of what I’m going to find in my bedroom. Is she out of bed, already searching for her clothes, ready to trudge through the snow back to her heatless, cold house just to get away from me?
I open the door but before I can leave, she slips inside, her naked body pressing to mine. “Have to pee. Don’t want a UTI. And I’m starving now. Can we make new sandwiches and reheat our soup?”
I turn to watch her, and she closes the door to the toilet area and my head rocks against the door. Fuck me, this is real.