EIGHT
Mia
I’m hyper aware of all the places our bodies almost touch. All the hairs on the back of my arm stand up on end and goose pimples prickle my skin. My thigh practically trembles with the urge to nudge against Luke’s. But I probably shouldn’t be projecting my needy fantasies on him. Bad enough I jumped on him in the bathroom.
Then I remember. “I can’t believe you’re a supe and I never even knew!”
A guilty look crosses his face. “Yeah. Listen, can I just say how sorry I am again? I swear I wanted to tell you the first time we met. ”
“Hey, I get why you didn’t. No one knew about supernaturals back then. At least no one I knew. Then again, I grew up pretty sheltered.”
“Well, it sure surprised the folks around here when my family revealed ourselves.”
“No kidding. What happened?”
“One family left town. Said they couldn’t live in the same place as a family of monsters. Joke’s on them, though. I heard they moved to Batemans and I know for a fact there’s a whole mob of kangaroo shifters up there.”
I laugh. “Seriously, though, I wish you’d been able to tell me. I—” I cut myself off as a thought occurs to me. “Why did you change like that, in the bathroom? That never happened before.”
“Shift. We call it shifting. And it’s out of my control when my skin gets wet. It just happens. In fact it did happen once before when we were together.”
My eyes widen as the pieces fall into place. “Then that night when we—” I’m flushing. “When we first met and you rushed off without saying goodbye. Did you shift? Is that why?”
He nods. “I felt like such a bastard running off on you like that, only—” He sighs. “Well, I hope you can forgive me now.”
“Of course I forgive you,” I tell him with a smile. And then, while I’m feeling brave, I add. “I like it. The way you look when you shift. I think it’s beautiful.” I can’t look at him.
Luke takes my hand and waits until I do. “Not anywhere near as beautiful as you, gorgeous girl.”
There’s a long drawn out moment where I can practically feel the energy humming between us .
With a sigh, I tuck my feet up under me and take another sip of tea. “This is why you’d be the perfect rebound guy,” I say wistfully.
His mouth drops open. Did I mention he’s adorable when he gets all tongue tied? His hazel-green gaze drops to my lips and I lean forward. He pulls back and runs a hand through his tousled blonde hair. “Mia, that’s not a good idea.”
I frown. I haven’t done this for so long. Not since... Well, not since Luke. Even on my gap year, if a guy was interested I was usually the one shutting things down.
Maybe I’m realising I’ve spent years being not quite happy and right now I have a chance to grab something that might change that.
Something in me draws me to Luke as much now as it did all those years ago.
Maybe it’s the wild emotions of the last twenty-four hours. Whatever it is, I’m not feeling like myself.
So, I persist. “Why not?” I watch his face, looking for signs he doesn’t want this.
“Mia...”
“Come on, it doesn’t have to be weird. I live hours away, so it would be totally no strings.”
“That’s not the issue.” He groans and flops back against the back of the sofa, running both hands through his hair. “You have no idea how tempting you are.”
Me? Tempting? God, it’s been a long time since anyone found me tempting. The impact of his statement travels all the way through my core, down to my pussy frankly still a little tingly after that kiss. And getting caught masturbating. Yeah, I’m very much in need of being touched .
Throwing caution to the wind, I quickly set down my tea and climb into Luke’s lap before I can talk myself out of it. For one moment I savour the adorable wide-eyed look of wonder on his handsome face before I lean in and continue the kiss I started earlier.
His hands go instantly to the back of my neck, threading through my hair and holding me there. As if I’m going anywhere! Between us, I feel the bulge of his thickening cock against the seam of his ruined jeans. His chest is warm and smooth. My heart races. My hips move as I instinctively grind on him.
“We shouldn’t.” Despite his words, he uses his grip on my hair to tilt my head to one side and kiss along my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Shouldn’t we?”
He doesn’t take his lips from my skin and I don’t want him to. His rough hands slide beneath the jumper, slipping under my singlet and up my back. He groans when he discovers there’s no bra. I didn’t bother with it when I scrambled to dress quickly. I figured since he’s already seen me naked, not wearing a bra was no big deal.
Luke tugs at the hem of the jumper and I pull back to let him lift it over my head.
“God, look at you.” He tosses it aside and his hands find and cup my breasts over the thin material of the singlet. “I wanted to do this so badly that morning when you came out just like this with nothing underneath.” He groans again, sucking in a breath, his thumbs working my nipples into stiff peaks. “Oh, we shouldn’t, but, God, I’ve waited for another chance for a long fucking time.” His voice is rough and gravelly, and it sounds like he can hardly tear his eyes away from my chest.
“Why shouldn’t we?” I ask him again, prompting him to look up.
He grimaces. “Because you’re rebounding. You’re upset. Of course, you are. You’ll probably regret this tomorrow. And I don’t want to be some guy you regret. Not again.”
I arch my back, pushing my breasts into his hands, loving the way there’s an answering throb from his cock pressed between us. I want to deal with the last part of what he just said. The part suggesting I didn’t think about him for years after that night on the beach, but his hands on my breasts are too distracting. I gasp. “I won’t regret it!”
He slips his hands under my singlet this time, pushing it up so it exposes my breasts. Finally! I feel every minute of the ten years I’ve been waiting to feel his touch on my naked breasts.
He drops his head and spends a long moment kissing around the areola, making me moan when he finally plants his mouth over my nipple and suckles me.
“See!” I clutch at his hair, holding him close. “You’ll make sure I don’t regret it.”
Luke lifts his head just a fraction. Enough to fix me with a heated look. “Oh, I promise you’ll enjoy it over and over before I even get inside that sweet little pussy, but that’s not the point.”
His mouth on my body is scrambling my brain. Sensation rushes between my thighs and I rock my hips, longing for more contact than our position allows. “What is the point, then?” And why is he not inside me already? God, I don’t think I ever wanted Oliver this badly. If it was good the first time with Luke, how much better will it be now that I know what I’m doing? Now I can do more than just lie there while he rocks my world.
Luke sighs against my skin. “Because maybe he’ll call and apologise. Maybe you’ll wish you didn’t even kiss me.”
I shake my head. “No. I won’t.” Whatever happens with Oliver, I don’t want to stop now.
He hesitates. His hands cease their restless movement over my body.
“Please, Luke. If you want this, that’s all that matters, because I want it.”
With a growl, he flips us and presses me into the sofa. He nudges between my thighs and takes control of the action just like that. As if I was ever really in control.
Luke grinds against me, sending a warm sizzle through my core. I wrap my legs around him and kiss him with everything I’ve got.
It feels so good.
So good to be wanted so desperately it seems like he can’t keep his hands off me. So good to be touched and held and kissed as if I’m special, irresistible.
I lift my hips as he slides down my body, tugging at my black cotton panties and pyjama shorts. He pulls them both off in one swift movement, then pushes apart my thighs and sucks in a breath right over my throbbing pussy.
“I thought I was imagining how perfect you are here, too.” He uses a gentle thumb to part my folds and just looks at me for a long moment. I’m not shy. Not about this. I want it too much. I also just shaved, so I know everything is neat and tidy. Even so, waiting with his mouth so close and yet so far from me is agony. My clit aches for stimulation and a trickle of moisture escapes my entrance when I clench involuntarily.
Luke chuckles and uses his thumb to rub it through my folds. I sigh at the contact.
“There you go, beautiful. You needed this, didn’t you?”
I nod. “I need you.”
He lets out another of those deep-chested growls and it does all sorts of things to me while his hand is on me and his gaze is locked on my pussy. “What I need is for you to cum for me. You going to tell me how you like it?”
I squirm. He rubs me slowly, sensuously, never quite reaching my clit. The tease is everything, but not enough. I groan. “My clit! Just touch my clit, please.”
He nods, continuing his torment. “Mouth or fingers, baby? Fast or slow? Hard or soft?”
I arch my back as another swipe through my wetness fails to reach the centre of my need. “Any! Both! I don’t care. Please touch me.”
His mouth descends on me at the same time he finally finds my clit with his thumb.
A riot of sensation moves through me and I moan. The firm press of his thumb at my clit has liquid pleasure welling in my core. Soft wet laps of his tongue on my labia make me melt. He kisses my pussy as tenderly and passionately as he kissed my mouth, not forgetting my inner thighs and delving right to my entrance. Maybe I’m not remembering right, but even though that night years ago lived on in my memory for ages, it’s nothing like this. Nothing like having his hands and mouth on me again .
Luke goes straight for where I’m wettest, and I’m not left in any doubt he’s enjoying it. The noises he makes as he goes down on me make it sound like I’m the one touching him.
He makes circles with his thumb and I helplessly lift my hips. The pressure builds until my toes are curling; I grab at his head. As my fingers tighten in his hair, he looks up at me and grins. Silent approval, since he doesn’t stop to talk. Thank God! I think if he stopped right now I might tear out a chunk of his hair! Everything he’s doing feels so good, so right. I’m close. I’m so close. My thighs quiver around his ears and he hums against my pussy.
Luke’s mouth replaces his thumb over my clit. Somehow, he gives me just enough pressure so I’m not mourning the loss. When he slips two fingers inside me, I gasp. A few thrusts, a little pressure against my upper wall, and I’m cumming so hard I’m breathless. Or maybe it’s just that I forget to breathe for a minute. Intense pleasure has me bucking and shaking. I cry out, but the words catch in my throat. Luke just keeps going and going, until I’m going to die from bliss.
I never knew I could cum like this. I never knew it could last so long. Somehow, he works my body like an expert, like he’s been studying me for the last ten years and he knows exactly how to touch me.
He stops and looks up at me. I realise I’m giggling like an idiot. His fingers are still deep inside me, but the grin he gives me looks like he’s feeling pretty proud of himself.
He should be.
Well, now I can’t resist. I sit and reach for his belt. “Let me.”