Chapter 12
Fuck. Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’m naked. Luke’s arms are wrapped around me. And did I mention I’m naked?
Luke pulls back and I see his lips moving but I’m in a state of shock. I don’t even comprehend the words coming out of his mouth.
He bends down so he’s at eye level with me and moves his hands to my shoulders.
“Shit, Charlie. Are you okay?”
Looking like a bobble head, I nod and stammer out, “Yep. Uh huh. Good, good, good.”
Not convinced, Luke eyes bounce between mine. “You’re sure you’re all right?”
“I’m sure.”
Luke removes his hands from my shoulders and I take this opportunity to secure my towel and cross my arms over my chest as an extra precaution. Not that it’s doing much good, these Swedish hotel towels are so damn soft but considering I’m five-eleven, they barely cover all of my goods.
As if he just realized I’m in nothing but a towel, Luke spins so his back is to me.
“I had no idea you were here. I figured you were still out with your team. I’m so sorry.”
His hands are on his hips and he dips his head. I can’t see his face but I can tell by his body language that he’s feeling guilty as hell.
If this were any other person, I might brush it off and escape into the bathroom. But after he held me throughout the night last night and the electricity buzzing between us at the Opening Ceremony earlier, I decide to stay put.
I want to respect his wishes and give him a little more time to wrap his mind around the idea of us, but a little extra convincing couldn’t hurt.
“Luke, it’s fine. Really.”
He’s still facing the door but he shakes his head. “It’s not fine. I told you I’d make you feel comfortable and basically accosted you just now.”
I huff a laugh under my breath. “You did not accost me.”
Speaking to the back of his head is getting ridiculous so I take a step toward him and grab his arm, turning him around to look at me.
“I’m fine. See?”
Luke looks anywhere but at me. He tilts his head up and focuses his attention on the smoke detector above him.
“I don’t need to look. I believe you.”
Why is he being such a gentleman? It was just a day ago he was teasing that my mouth was giving him bad ideas.
“Luke. Look at me.”
Taking a deep breath, he finally lowers his head and I watch as he does a slow perusal of my body from head to toe.
Here goes nothing.
As his eyes work their way back up, I unhook my towel and let it fall to the floor.
To my surprise, Luke doesn’t look away.
No, he does the complete opposite.
His eyes land on my center while mine stay locked on his face. I’m trying to memorize the way his eyes are drinking me in because no man has ever looked at me like this before. Like a man ready to devour his next meal.
I watch Luke’s eyes darken as he continues tracing my body up to my chest. He takes his time, unhurried and intent.
He exhales a long breath like he’s been holding it this entire time, his jaw tightening as his gaze lands on my nipple piercings. I’m rocking barbells here in Sweden, one red and the other blue for good luck. Superstitions and what not.
“Fuck, Charlie.” The words are rough as they leave his lips and he drags his hand down his face, his eyes never leaving my chest.
Slowly I glide my hands up my stomach until I lightly graze the underside of my breasts. I move my fingertips up to my nipples and brush them against my piercings.
Luke licks his lips and it gives me the confidence to ask the same question I asked him last night.
“Like what you see, Luke?”
My fingers continue to move slowly over my piercings as I wait for him to answer.
“I fucking love what I see.”
He takes a step, meaning we're only inches apart now, close enough that I can see the way his chest heaves up and down. He’s mesmerized by the way my hands are playing with my nipples so I decide to drop one down between my legs.
Pushing a finger inside myself I moan loudly, “Oh fuck, Luke. I’m so wet.”
My head is thrown back now, eyes closed in ecstasy, as I work my finger inside myself, picking up speed as my orgasm builds.
Never in my life have I gotten myself off in front of a man, but with Luke standing in front of me, looking at me like that, I feel sexier than I ever have before.
“Slower.”
Luke’s tone is commanding, demanding my full attention.
I snap my head to look, my mouth dropping at the sight before me. My movements freeze because I don’t want to miss a second of what I think is about to happen.
Luke slowly removes his wool coat, tossing it on the chair next to him, but his eyes don’t leave where my hand is working between my legs.
“I said, slower. Not stop.”
Holy fuck he sounds sexy as hell. With no choice but to oblige, I slowly start moving my finger in and out of myself again but keep my eyes trained on the gorgeous man stripping in front of me.
As he grabs the hem of his sweater and pulls it over his head, his undershirt lifts the slightest bit exposing his rock hard abs hiding underneath.
Whoever said curlers had dad bods did not know Lucas Morgan.
Just a glimpse at what he’s hiding beneath all those clothes causes me to pick up speed again, this time circling my clit with my wet fingers.
“Don’t you dare come, Charlie.”
I’m too worked up and close so I slam my eyes shut and ignore him, continuing the circles, seeking my release.
Just as I’m about to explode, his hand is on mine, halting my movements.
My eyes fly open and his are inches away from mine, full of heat and desire.
“I said… Not. Yet.”
Being the defiant woman I am, I’ve never been any good at listening to men. I bark out my retort. “Why not? Are you actually going to man up and do it yourself?”
Luke’s nostrils flare but I don’t back down. His eyes seer into mine, before abruptly dropping to my lips.
“Fuck it.”
His mouth is on me before I can brace myself. I fall backward a step but his arm is around my waist, pulling me back into him within a second.
I open my lips without hesitation and his tongue clashes with mine, causing me to moan into his mouth. This kiss is anything but careful. It’s rushed and breathless as if we were teetering on the edge of this for far too long.
I can’t believe this is really happening.
Luke’s other hand comes up to cup my face as our tongues continue to dance. I’m desperate for more and acutely aware of the fact that Luke is still wearing far too many clothes.
Moving my hand to his waistband, I attempt to undo the button of his trousers.
Luke pulls back abruptly, taking a few steps backward. We’re both left panting, clearly craving more.
“Charlie, wait.”
Wait? I’m standing her naked, dripping wet and he wants me to wait?
“Wait for what, Luke? I want this. You want this. What are we waiting for?”
He hesitates for a second before a sultry smirk stretches across his face.
I’m seconds away from asking what that look is for when he starts undoing his pants.
As he steps out of them, I can’t help but notice how muscular his legs are. His thighs are as thick as any hockey player’s, and pictures of his calves could be sold on the internet, that’s how sexy they look.
Calf porn is a thing and apparently I’m a fan.
“Wait, because I want to take my time with you. Is that a problem?”
Just as he finishes asking the question, he slides his boxers down his legs and I suddenly lose the ability to think.
How can one think when there’s a massive cock staring at you?
Luke starts moving toward me but I’m frozen in place. My eyes still fixated on his thick length.
As if he can read my mind, he moves his hand to his cock and slowly starts stroking it.
Finally, I will myself to move.
With each step he takes toward me, I take a step back. It’s not that I don’t want this, I’m just enjoying this cat and mouse game far too much to give in so fast. I know I told him not to wait but the push and pull between us is making this even hotter.
The back of my legs hit the edge of the bed, causing me to fall onto my ass. My tits bounce at the impact and Luke’s pupils widen, zeroing in on them.
As much as I love to watch him, watch me, my eyes move downward because I’m now at the perfect eye level and come face to face with Luke’s perfect penis.
I know what you’re thinking. There’s no such thing as a perfect penis. Well, I hate to break it to you, but Luke’s is exactly that. Long, thick, and dripping with precum, basically begging for my mouth to be around it. Like I said, perfect.
Luke’s hand moves from base to tip causing a drop of precum to drip out and hit the floor. I want so badly to wrap my lips around his crown to keep that from happening again. My hands grip the bed sheets to keep myself in place.
“I said, do you have a problem with that, Charlie?”
Forcing myself to look away from where he’s touching himself, I look up to find him already staring at me, his eyes glued to my face.
“No problem at all. I like it slow.”
Luke’s lips twitch with amusement before he rests a knee next to me and pushes me back onto the bed. “Good answer.”
I scoot myself back until I reach the pillows and slowly lower myself back onto them.
Luke follows me the entire way, his body hovering over mine, shaking in anticipation for what’s about to happen.
Hell, my pulse is racing so fast at the mere thought of this man being inside of me.
He rests his hand next to my head, his other hand still wrapped around his cock, moving up and down along the length.
“Touch yourself again.”
I’m so desperate for any type of friction, I immediately move one hand between my legs, the other up to my peaked nipple.
Luke takes his bottom lip between his teeth and watches as I move my hands in tandem, moaning at how sensitive my clit is already.
“Do you think of me when you touch yourself, Charlie?”
“Yes.” It comes out on a breathy exhale and I force my eyes to stay open because having this man naked on top of me is so much better than my imagination.
“Tell me what I’m doing when you think of me.”
I’ve imagined him, us, together a million times, so there’s no hesitation.
“Most of the time your mouth is between my legs. Or you’re taking me from behind while I scream into the pillow.”
Luke picks up the pace and starts stroking himself faster and faster.
“You like it from behind, Charlie?”
I nod. “Mhmmm.”
“Flip over then, baby.”
Holy shit.
As quickly as I can, I turn over onto my stomach, but before I can push myself up onto my hands, Luke’s are on my hips, pulling me back toward him.
He pulls me up and slides his hands over my hips and across my ass before dipping his fingers between my legs.
I can’t see him but when he removes his fingers, I hear him dramatically suck them into his mouth.
“Just as sweet as I imagined.”
Good lord. I’ve read about men doing that in books but I didn’t think they actually did that in real life. It’s hotter than I thought it would be. Fuck. It’s erotic and I love it.
“You ready?” His voice is low and raspy, and I wish I could record it and play it on loop when I’m at home alone with my vibrator.
I nod into the pillow but he doesn’t move.
“Words, Charlie. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Luke. I’m ready.”
I feel him shift behind me and then feel his lips on my back. He kisses his way up my spine, all the way to the back of my neck. He pushes my hair aside and his hot breath is a caress against my cheek when he speaks.
“Hold on tight, baby. I’m about to rock your fucking world.”