Chapter 14 #5
‘Maybe I like dangerous games, and weren’t you the one who said I needed to have more fun?’ she teased, running her fingers down his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. ‘Besides, you’re the one who showed up at my door after midnight.’
‘I couldn’t stop thinking about you on that dance floor, and then you just left without saying goodbye,’ he said, as his lips moved down towards her neck.
‘You were busy,’ she said breathlessly, her fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. ‘Deep in conversation with your father.’
‘It was nothing that couldn’t have waited,’ he said, as he turned and lifted her easily onto the counter in one deft movement. The touch of the cool granite against her skin took her breath away, but Luke’s warm hands tracing up her inner thighs quickly chased away the chill.
‘So what were you talking about?’ she asked, though she was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on any kind of conversation with his mouth trailing down towards her breasts.
‘Farm business,’ he said dismissively. His hands moved up to her breasts, sliding back the lace on her bra until he found her erect nipple.
‘Now, Eliza, no more questions tonight, just this,’ he said, as he kissed her again, his hand wandering down to push her knickers aside, his fingers sliding into her wetness.
He touched her slowly but firmly, his thumb gently finding her clitoris, as his fingers went deep inside her, eliciting a moan.
‘So, tell me, is this what you had in mind when you answered the door dressed in red lace?’ he whispered against her throat. She was already enjoying the now familiar scent of him and the lingering traces of whisky on his breath.
‘Maybe,’ she said, as she reached down to touch his cock, his hardness pushing to be released. ‘Or maybe I just wanted to see what you’d do, and how you’d do it.’
His laugh was low and throaty. ‘Well, now you know.’ He pulled her closer, his fingers going even deeper. ‘I’ve been thinking about having you like this all evening, on my kitchen counter, in nothing but the moonlight.’
‘Your kitchen counter?’ Eliza gasped as she felt him deep inside her, his thumb lightly grazing her clitoris, feeling she might climax at any second, but desperate not to. It was too soon, and this time she wanted it to be fair.
His mouth crashed against hers again, all pretence of gentle seduction abandoned. This felt like raw need, weeks of tension and unanswered questions dissolving into pure physical want and desire from both of them. Eliza had never felt such desperation to fuck anyone in her entire life.
She fumbled with getting the last of his clothes off, desperate to feel his skin against hers and to touch his throbbing cock, while his hands traced the curve of her spine, finding the clasp of her bra with practised ease.
‘Luke,’ she gasped, arching against him, desperate to feel all of him inside her.
He suddenly stopped, gently lifting her from the counter, and carried her over to the kitchen table.
Turning her around to face the window, he gently spread her legs as he lay her on the table and pushed himself inside her from behind.
Eliza let out a gasp, bracing herself against the table as Luke gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust his cock deep.
‘Is this what you want?’ Luke murmured against her ear, his breath hot on her neck as he moved slowly, deliberately, building a rhythm that made her legs tremble.
Moonlight streamed through the kitchen window, bathing them in silver light, and Eliza could see their reflection in the darkened glass, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.
Just watching him made her want him even more.
‘Yes,’ she breathed, unable to form more coherent thoughts as he reached around to cup her left breast, his thumb circling her erect nipple.
With each thrust he drove her closer to the edge, the wooden table creaking beneath them. His movements grew more and more urgent, his breathing getting more and more ragged. She could feel herself tightening around him, the waves of pleasure building with each stroke.
‘Luke,’ she gasped, desperation in her voice.
His pace quickened, one hand sliding down her stomach to the apex of her thighs.
His fingers found her clitoris again, circling with just the right pressure as he continued to thrust into her from behind.
‘Look at me,’ he commanded softly, and she turned her head to catch his gaze in the window’s reflection.
The intensity in his green eyes, combined with the movement of his fingers, sent her spiralling over the edge into the most incredible orgasm she thought she had ever experienced.
Eyes locked, she felt him come at the same time, his groans filling the room.
Holy shit, she thought, thank God I moved to Farmington.
For several seconds they both stayed totally still, breathing heavily, Luke’s arms wrapped around her waist as they slowly came back to earth. ‘Christ,’ he murmured finally, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder. ‘You’re going to be the death of me, Eliza Fox.’