Chapter 15
B y the time they made it home, a spring thunderstorm was brewing. Dark clouds rumbled in the heavens, and a heavy rain hit, soaking them again from the truck to the house.
Luke shoved the door open and pulled Harper inside. She still wore his t-shirt while he wore only jeans. The rest of their wet clothes were balled up in the plastic bag he carried.
She couldn’t stop staring at him on the way home. The muscles of his chest, the tattoos. She was minutes away from having free rein to touch every inch of him. Every hard, solid, sculpted inch of him would be hers to touch and taste.
His hand lingered on her hip, his touch scorching her through the thin cotton. “I’m going to go grab us some towels, okay?”
Harper nodded. Maybe a few seconds apart would help her regroup. She had never been this nervous or this excited about being with someone. This was probably a mistake. She made a lot of them. But she had never wanted to make a mistake this badly before.
If she didn’t calm the hell down, she would have a heart attack before he touched her. Water. That’s what she needed. A nice glass of cold water.
She hurried into the dark kitchen and filled a glass from the tap. Maybe Luke would want a beer. She opened the refrigerator and lost her train of thought when he entered the room.
The only illumination in the room came from the open fridge. Luke kicked it shut and prowled towards her.
Cornered against the L of the cabinets, Harper had nowhere to go. He caged her in, resting his hands on the countertop on either side of her. The rain pattered on the window over the sink. It was the only sound in the house.
He stepped in closer. An inch from her face. She could feel his breath on her hair, her heart pounding unevenly. It was going to happen. There was nothing she had ever wanted more. And that scared her.
The what-ifs flew out of her head as Luke raised his hands to her face. He gently pushed her hair back over her shoulders. He rested his fingertips on the back of her head. His thumbs gently traced her jaw line and lifted her face towards his.
“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered.
“I’m on the pill,” Harper said, shifting under his touch.
She was drowning in his hazel eyes. She saw need and want and something deeper, like pain, in them. It went straight to her heart. Harper parted her lips. It was an invitation to fill and be filled.
Gently, reverently, Luke lowered his mouth to hers.
Thunder boomed outside in the darkness, and Harper felt it travel through her.
His lips were warm and soft as they moved against hers. She sighed and opened her mouth to him. He moved his hands to cup her face, changing the angle of the kiss. His tongue met hers, and all gentleness was gone.
He swept into her mouth again and again until Harper lost her breath.
Her hands dove into his hair, trying to pull him closer.
Luke stroked his hands down to her thighs, and back up under the t-shirt to her hips.
He lifted her effortlessly and she found herself perched on the edge of the countertop, shirt bunched around her hips.
Luke pressed her legs open and stepped between them, never breaking contact with her mouth.
She hitched her legs over his hips and yanked him closer.
“What changed?” She whispered it against his mouth.
“Nothing.” His voice was gravel in the still of the kitchen. “I just want you more than I want to stay away from you. ”
Harper felt the hard length of his shaft through his jeans.
His tongue swept into her mouth again as his hands climbed up her sides and under the shirt.
She felt herself quiver as his exploration paused under her breasts.
She moaned again and moved her hips to rub his hard-on against the damp fabric of her bikini bottoms.
His rough palms slid up to cup both breasts, and Harper drew in a shaky breath. She wanted more. Everything he could give her. “Luke, please.” His thumbs brushed over her already aching nipples, and Harper’s head fell back against the cabinet, breaking contact with his mouth.
He yanked the shirt up to her shoulders, then over her head.
Their gazes held as he tugged on the tie around her neck.
The strings tumbled free, but the triangle cups held their position for a moment.
The heaving of her breasts was enough to dislodge the fabric, and as the cups peeled their way off her skin, Harper heard something close to a growl rise from Luke’s throat.
He was trying to be gentle, but she could feel the beast beneath ready to break free.
She wanted him free. Wanted him wild.
She braced herself on one arm and cupped her breast with the other hand. “Take it.” Still controlled, he lowered his head slowly, those eyes riveted on her face. She knew he was questioning her, knew how important control was to him.
“Take everything.” She squeezed him tighter with her thighs and leaned back to give him access.
Those soft, skilled lips closed over her nipple, and Harper felt her breath leave.
Delicate little muscles deep inside pulsed, demanding to be stroked.
He groaned as he suckled her. Strong tugs that gave so much pleasure and a hint of pain.
His hand moved to cup her other breast. She could feel his erection against her.
He wanted her. He needed her. Harper reached down between them to the waistband of his jeans.
Using her heels, she bucked and shoved his pants and underwear down his thighs, freeing his straining cock.
She grasped him firmly, and he groaned against her breast. Eyes closed, he sucked her nipple harder, his tongue lashing it in a fierce rhythm. Harper felt her other breast yearn for his mouth.
She stroked him hard from base to tip and back again.
He bit down on her abused nipple. A moan escaped her, and Luke released her breast. Her nipple was rosy, red, and puckered.
It strained towards his breath like a flower following the sun.
He moved his mouth to her other peak and began the assault over.
His tongue began to lap, hardening her nipple instantly. Luke closed his mouth over her and sucked deeply. Feeding. She had never been touched like this before. Never felt so craved.
Harper felt the deep ache between her thighs build.
She stroked him again, more violently this time.
Moving the head of his shaft so it was nestled between her thighs.
It was too much, but she couldn’t stop. The blunt heat between her legs and the pulls from his mouth were building an orgasm for her that she feared.
It was going to tear her apart in his arms.
“Lucas! I can’t stop.” It was a whisper and a plea.
His arm tightened around her waist, and he tugged her nipple with his teeth.
The second he started to suck again, she was dimly aware of a streak of lightning through the window, and she shattered over the edge.
She pumped forcefully on his cock, riding it against her center as she came and came and came.
He groaned against her breast, still feeding until the pulsing between her legs slowed. Harper felt a tear escape. Devastated. Desperate. There was too much power in this storm. She couldn’t survive this.
Luke broke from her breast and returned to her mouth.
His hands grasped her hips, and he lifted her off the counter.
Harper wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as his tongue drove into her mouth in swift thrusts.
His hands squeezed her butt, pulling her against his cock, creating a wet friction that had them sighing against each other.
He was huge and throbbing, and all Harper wanted was to be filled by him. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, and she fought for air even as she dove into his kiss. She felt herself being lowered and knew they weren’t going to make it to the bed. The cold travertine tiles would do.
She opened her thighs wide for him. Luke pulled back from her mouth and knelt between her legs. He untied one side of the bikini bottom, letting his thick penis bob against the lips of her sex. She brought her knees higher. Bared to him.
Those hazel eyes were staring into her, and she saw him trying to regain control.
When he made no move, she laid a hand over his heart. “Please, Luke.”
His chest heaved once under her touch, and his jaw tightened. He gripped her knees, yanked her to him. He drove into her with force just short of violence. Harper cried out, in pain, in wonder. She was full. Finally full.
Luke grunted and squeezed his eyes shut.
He pulled out and slammed back into her.
She felt his heavy sack slap against her.
Again and again he drove into her. The tile seams bit into her back.
She felt the throbbing stretch every time he sheathed himself in her.
But she didn’t care. She wanted more. Every thrust, every inch.
He drove into her again with barely controlled violence. “Am I hurting you?” He ground out the words through gritted teeth. Concern warring with want.
She knew what he needed. “Yes. I want more.”
His eyes darkened. “I’m not going to be able to stop if I let go.”
“Let go.” She gave him a greedy little squeeze as she said it. His eyes instantly glazed over, and she knew she won.
He slammed into her again and again, the speed quickening to a frantic pace. Harper felt her breasts tremble with every thrust. He was propelled by need, and she was with him for the ride. The pace was so furious she could only take what he gave her. Could only cling and ride.
Another orgasm was racing up inside her. “Lucas!” she shouted his name. He dove forward onto her, pressing her into the floor with his weight and continued to hammer into her. He grunted with each fierce thrust.
It hit her like lightning. Her entire body electrified as the orgasm exploded around his thick shaft. He drove into her, pacing each wave with a violent rhythm. Harper buried her face against his bare shoulder. She couldn’t even scream as the brutal sensations destroyed her.
He grunted again, a primal sound. She felt the first, hot surge of his semen let loose deep inside her. The last waves of her orgasm choked his shaft on the next thrust. He stayed deep inside, thrusting to the hilt as he came over and over again inside her. It was her name on his lips.