Chapter 12 #2
“Breathtaking,” he whispered against her lips without even looking at her breasts once they’d been freed from the confines of her bra. “Lie back.”
He let go of her, and she shuddered from the loss of his touch, but the promise of what his mouth would soon bring gave her hope.
“On the desk?” The massive oak structure could easily take her weight.
“I have every intention of pleasuring you to the point where you forget both of your names.” A quick wink had her heart elevating as she positioned herself onto the desk once again.
He dropped his pants and boxers, his impressive length, roped in thick veins, drawing her eyes. He wrapped a hand around his shaft and pumped a few times as his blue eyes darkened. His gaze swept up from her toes to her heated cheeks in one fiery hot moment.
“I’ve wanted you like this ever since I saw you in those glasses.”
Her fingertips curled into her palms at her sides, and she leaned back onto her elbows but kept her gaze focused on his. “You have some sort of secretary fantasy? Or librarian?”
“As long as you’re the star of the show . . . I don’t care what you call it.” He closed the gap between them and pressed a hand to her stomach. His index finger made a circle around her belly button before tracing a line up the center of her body.
Her tongue peeked between her lips to wet them, and desire pooled between her legs as he palmed her breast. Her spine hit the desk as he gripped her outer thighs and scooted her butt almost off the edge. He lowered himself to his knees and parted her legs.
The moment his tongue darted up and down her sensitive flesh, her hands pounded the desk at her sides and she bucked up off the wood. Holy shit.
“Hang on, I’m only just starting.”
Little dots appeared from the bliss that glided through her. She didn’t want to orgasm in less than a minute, but when he added more pressure with his fast tongue, coupled with his fingers . . . she came undone. She broke into a million pieces, not sure how she’d ever get put back together.
And maybe she didn’t want to, either.
“Don’t stop.” She kept her hands knotted as she rode the wave of ecstasy for as long as possible.
And once her heart slowed to its normal rhythm, he was on his feet, brushing his lips across hers as his fingers skirted the side of her body. “Are you ready for me?”
“God, yes.”
He stood and grabbed a foil packet from his pants pocket.
“Stay on the desk.” He stroked himself a few times before rolling it on.
“You came prepared, huh?” Amusement lit her insides, as well as gratefulness for the protection.
“I’m always prepared for every situation.” His fists met the desk, and he nuzzled his face against her neck before biting her earlobe. “I just didn’t prepare myself for meeting you.”
His words had her spine bowing, her body growing ready again.
She wanted to blast out of the shell of a life she’d been hiding in and be with this man.
Tomorrow wasn’t promised, but if the sun gave birth to a new day like always, and she was alive and kicking to see it—she’d worry about her emotions then.
Luke kissed her softly, his tongue nudging her lips open. He pulled himself tight against her by wrapping her legs around him, and he positioned himself at her center, never losing touch of her mouth.
While standing, his powerful thighs up against the desk, he filled her in one move.
His body was a gift from God. And right now, he was all hers.
Her lips left his as she started to fall back from his hard thrusts, thrusts that pretty much woke up every nerve cell in her body, sending her into orgasmic shock.
His hand swooped to her spine, holding on to her even if she were like dead weight against his palm as he rocked in and out of her.
She gathered her strength and roped her arms around his neck to help them stay connected, certain she’d never be the same again after tonight . . . but she’d never regret this moment, even if the moment chipped away a piece of her heart.
“Eva.” He said her name like a broken moan into her ear when he pulled her tight against him.
“This is—” She cut herself off as her breathing competed with her words, and she felt him tensing and jerking inside of her.
He held her in his arms after he’d orgasmed, as if he never wanted to let her go, as if the world had wanted them to meet and this was all part of destiny’s plans.
His chest lifted and fell with slow breaths as he stared into her eyes.
She didn’t know what to say or how to act.
She’d never felt like this before, and it wasn’t just about the sex.
No, it was about the moment—right now. The moment when the curtain lifts to expose what happened between two people, and everything is raw and exposed.
This moment—this moment was theirs. It was the moment Hollywood chased after, attempting to capture on screen.
She was feeling it—whatever it was.
“You okay?” His pupils constricted, and his mouth set into a hard line as if worry had taken hold of him.
She nodded and attempted to corral her thoughts. “I’m great, actually.”
His dimple popped, but he kept quiet and eased out of her.
“So, what do you suggest we do now?” She covered her chest with her arm, a sudden shyness fighting her previously brazen nakedness.
“Well, we could try the bed next, with you on top.” He arched a brow. “If you’re up for it? I mean, we do have time to kill.”
“It’d be the logical thing to do, I suppose,” she said softly, allowing her arms to drop to her sides to expose her breasts.
“I’m a sucker for doing what’s logical,” he said and pulled her back into a crushing embrace.
He peppered her with kisses. His tongue darted over her belly button, and she stifled a laugh. “You were right,” she said before releasing a lazy sigh—the kind you reward yourself with after having mind-blowing sex.
He propped his head up with a couple of pillows, and she ran a short fingernail over his pec and across the slight dusting of chest hair.
“Of course, I am.” He cleared his throat and brought her palm to his mouth. “About what, though?”
“You told me I needed a better experience to draw upon for the sex scenes in my script.” She chuckled. “And you just gave me an entire night of memories to utilize in the future.”
He laughed. “So if you ever make a movie, I’ll know the hot scenes were based on our time together?”
“Not that you need another ego boost.”
He laced their fingers together, resting their hands atop his strong heart.
“I can’t believe we did this, though. I mean, given the situation we’re in—are we nuts?”
He rolled his head to the side to look at her. “I know I am, but I accepted that long ago.” He winked and looked skyward. “I do things that scare the shit out of me all of the time, which has to be one of Webster’s definitions for the word nuts.”
“I don’t know about Webster, but . . .” Her breath hitched at the realization of his words. “Are you saying what we did tonight scared you?” It was hard for her to imagine Luke being scared of anything, especially of her.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, but he kept hold of her hand.
A blanket of thoughts dropped over her mind, like her yammering aunt who told the same stories over and over again at Thanksgiving. Her brain wouldn’t stop creating stories, trying to interpret the words followed by the painstaking silence.
He squeezed her hand tighter. “There’s a fear that creeps up the back of my neck and dips into my mind right before I jump out of a plane or scale whatever need be on God’s green earth.
” His tone was dark, his admission shocking, and when she looked back at him, his eyes were open but glued to the ceiling.
“And when I go down a fatal funnel—aka, an alleyway—I fear death. When a bullet barks out of my rifle and pink mist sprays from the impact of the round in my target—my heart dies a little at the fear of whether or not the kill was justified, even if the guy was an asshole.”
This time, she added pressure to their held hands, to signal to him she was listening—that she cared. She had no words, though. How does one respond to what he’d said? For the first time, even in her head, she was speechless.
“Hollywood,” he said, catching her eyes, “has it wrong. We’re afraid. We have fears. But fear isn’t the enemy. Fear is what drives us to survive, to live to see another day. Fear keeps our brothers alive during enemy fire. It motivates us to do our absolute best in any given situation.”
Her mouth rounded in understanding, and a rush of anger whipped through her when she realized she’d judged him, yet again. Assuming that a man like him couldn’t possibly be afraid of anything.
“But this,” he sucked in a sharp breath and let it out through his nose, while raising their palms a few inches off his chest, “scares the shit out of me. And it’s the kind of fear I don’t know how to face.
How to handle.” He closed his eyes once more, as if the contact between the two of them was too hard.
“I can navigate the depths of almost any challenge, but there’s one thing I’ve always run from. ”
“What?” she whispered, but she knew the answer in her heart.
“Allowing myself to ever feel anything for someone. It’s a line I’ve never crossed.”
Her heart worked harder as he let go of her hand and shifted to his side. She sat up on her elbows, and the pad of his thumb pulled at her lower lip. “Are you saying you want to cross it?”
“We barely know each other.” His brows pulled together as he held her cheek. “It doesn’t make sense, right?”
“I don’t know anything anymore ever since you showed up in my life.
” The taste of something more, the promise of something to come, cut into her mouth, and she swallowed her fears and tried to stay in the moment.
“I wouldn’t take tonight back, though. As insane as it sounds, I don’t know if I could ever rewind the last few days and let the memories of our time together slip from my mind.
” Tears crept into her eyes. “Does that make me a bad person?” Her voice rocked from emotion.
“I screwed up your mission, and we’re both in danger, but all I can seem to focus on is the way you make me feel when you look at me. ”
“And how do I make you feel?” He leaned in closer, his mouth hovering near hers.
A teardrop hit her parted lips. “Seen,” she whispered.