Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Luke’s kiss was slow at first, gentle and respectful which made her smile against his lips because that was Luke all over. He was just so bloody lovely.
Flick wanted to laugh and cry in relief. He liked her and they could have so easily missed this opportunity because they were both afraid of getting hurt.
She moved her hands round the back of his neck, pressing herself up tighter against him and relishing in the feel of his solid, warm body against hers.
She stroked her fingers through his hair and he made a rumbly noise of appreciation at the back of his throat that ignited something deep inside of her.
As if reading her mind, he pulled back fractionally. ‘Shall we take this in there?’ he gestured to his bedroom. ‘We might be a little more comfortable.’
There was a significant height difference between the two of them so she knew he was only being practical, but the thought of him pinning her to his bed while he kissed her filled her with joy.
Hell, the thought of him making love to her in his bed made her bubble with so much excitement and it had been a long time since she’d felt that way about anyone.
Nerves suddenly flooded her. It had been a long time since she’d done that.
He took her delay in answering as hesitation. ‘We don’t have to do anything but kiss. Or we can stay out here if that makes you more comfortable.’
And with those words every nerve vanished. This was Luke, he would be nothing but kind.
She leaned up and kissed him again. ‘Take me to bed.’
He smiled against her lips as he kissed her and then bent down and scooped her up, much to her delight, and carried her to his bed.
He laid her down and then lay down next to her, taking her face in his hand and kissing her again with slow, gentle, loving kisses.
She moved her mouth to his neck, trailing kisses down his throat and she felt the moan vibrating against her lips.
When he kissed her again, it was suddenly a lot more passionate and needful and he rolled slightly on top of her.
She could instantly feel how turned on he was and the thought that she’d had that effect on him simply from a kiss was such a thrill.
But despite how much he clearly wanted her, he didn’t take it any further than a kiss.
His hands never wandered, his mouth stayed on hers.
He was happy just kissing and, while she loved him a little bit for that, her body was humming with need.
She slid her hands underneath his t-shirt, stroking his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles in his shoulders and how the kiss changed too because of her touch. She moved her hands to the hem and pulled the t-shirt over his head, and he paused kissing her so she could remove it.
She stroked his face and he stared down at her with such affection. ‘Would you like me to undress you?’
She nodded keenly.
He reached down to the hem of her dress and slowly slid it up her thighs, his hand caressing her bare leg as he did so.
She let out a moan at how close he was to where she needed him and yet still too far away.
He pushed her dress up over her stomach and he kissed there as the skin was exposed.
It was so sweet and so very hot. He pulled the dress over her head and his eyes feasted on her body. It made her feel so adored.
He slowly peeled down her knickers and she helped him by lifting her bum and then quickly removed her bra.
He stared at her for a moment, taking her in before he kissed her hard.
The feel of his skin against hers was wonderful but she cried out in relief when he slid a hand up the inside of her thigh and touched her in the exact place she needed him.
He pulled back to look at her, his eyes filled with concern at the noise she made.
‘Is this OK?’
‘Yes, god yes, don’t stop.’
He smiled and moved his hand slightly. ‘What about this?’
She let out a noise that was pure gibberish as she gripped his shoulder and he laughed. ‘I’ll take that as a yes. ’
‘It’s definitely a yes.’
He kissed her again, touching her and stroking her, somehow knowing her body better than she did. He took her higher and higher until she soared over the edge, shouting out against his lips and clinging to him like he was a life raft and she’d been lost at sea.
He pulled back and kissed her on the forehead, so sweetly.
And then moved his mouth to her neck. She stroked the back of his neck as she came down from her high, trying to catch her breath.
She felt relaxed now, he’d taken away that frantic need.
He could kiss her for the rest of the night without her climbing the walls desperate for that release.
He moved his mouth to her shoulder and then across her chest, taking her breast between his lips and she cried out again, that feeling instantly starting to build again.
‘Luke, oh my god.’
She felt him smile against her breast before he moved his mouth lower across her belly and then between her legs.
She stared at him in shock. She hadn’t slept with that many men, and the last one had put her off sex for the last few years, but foreplay had never rated very highly for any of them.
But for Luke, he was clearly enjoying what he could do for her rather than what she could do for him.
And then all thoughts went out the window as he did wonderful things with his tongue. That feeling coiled quickly in her stomach and built so fast and hard, her orgasm slamming into her as she arched her back and clawed at the sheets.
He moved back over her and her breath was ragged as he kissed her. He pulled back and stroked her hair from her face. ‘We don’t have to go any further than this. You don’t owe me anything. I’ll be very happy just kissing you for the rest of the night if you don’t want to go any further.’
She smiled and shook her head. ‘I want you. All of you.’
He nodded and she helped him out of his jeans and shorts so they were both naked.
She stroked his face and kissed him.
She pulled back to look at him. ‘Where have you been, Luke Donnelly?’
‘I’ve been right here, waiting for you.’
She smiled at that. ‘Make love to me.’
He nodded and reached over to the drawers to grab a condom. She took it off him, ripped it open and slowly rolled it on, loving the feel of him in her hand and the effect her touching him clearly had on him.
He leaned over her, gathering her legs around his hips, and moved very carefully inside her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, relishing in the feel of his chest against hers.
She stared up into his eyes as he started moving slowly against her.
Sex for her had always been fast and over very quickly but he was taking his time, clearly enjoying every stroke, every touch. He was in no rush and she loved that .
She ran her hands down his back, her fingers tracing the indent of his spine.
‘Is this OK?’ Luke asked.
She let out a sigh of blissful contentment. ‘It’s lovely.’
He paused and a frown crossed his face. ‘We could change positions or I could—’
She caught his face in her hands. ‘Luke, I don’t want to change a thing, this is utter perfection.’
‘Well,’ he let out a huff of relief. ‘Perfection sounds a lot better than lovely.’
She laughed. ‘You are the most incredible man I’ve ever met and I honestly couldn’t be happier right now.’
He carried on moving against her and it was utterly divine.
‘And you don’t need to wait for me, you’ve already given me two toe-curling orgasms, it’s your turn.’
He smiled. ‘It doesn’t work like that. Besides, I’m just getting started.’
She let her fingers play against his back.
She wasn’t sure she had another orgasm in her but then he seemed to change his angle slightly which made her gasp with surprise.
He kissed her, shifting her legs higher round his waist, and the feel of him made her moan against his lips.
He moved his mouth to her neck, the sensitive spot right below her ear, and she clung to his shoulders, that feeling building in her already, spreading out to every part of her body as if little fireworks were going off everywhere.
He moved his mouth to her breast and she arched against him as that feeling tightened in her stomach.
Then he moved his mouth to her heart, giving her a long, lingering kiss right there and it was so sweet, so loving, it completely unravelled her.
When he pulled back to look at her, it was the look of adoration and maybe even love that sent her spiralling over the edge, taking him with her.
She shouted out his name before he kissed her hard, holding her tight as she fell apart.
The storm was raging outside, wind roaring through the roof tiles making them rattle.
Rain was thundering so hard against the roof and windows, Flick wouldn’t be surprised if she woke up tomorrow and found the house had been taken to Oz but right then she couldn’t be happier as she lay cuddled up next to Luke.
‘I can’t believe we’re here,’ Luke said.
Flick snorted with laughter. ‘Mutually agreed nakedness.’
He laughed. ‘Oh, yes, I think my inappropriate crush had started even then. I never say the right things when I like a woman, I become a bumbling mess.’
‘I like your bumbling mess. Everything about you is just so damned likeable, I like you exactly how you are and I’ve liked you for a while too. I thought you were going to kiss me in the secret cupboard and I really wanted that but then you backed away. Why?’
‘Because I’d bundled you in a cupboard and told you to be quiet. Kissing you under those circumstances didn’t feel very… consensual. ’
She smiled as her heart filled with love for him. He really was the loveliest man she’d ever met.
‘And I never imagined you would like me back,’ Luke said. ‘That seemed too good to be true.’
‘Why would you doubt that? You’re lovely, kind, funny. Amazing in bed.’