Chapter 15
Luke
S he parted her lips without any prodding from me. Looking at me the way she was, she was likely fantasizing exactly what she wanted to happen. If kissing me wasn’t her goal, then it was now. I opened my mouth, meeting her tongue immediately. She slipped it in, teasing me for a taste, and as I swept through her mouth, I stole her damn breath. I robbed her of common sense, because there was no excuse for this. We had no right to lapsing like this, again.
But together we fell. We dove into this thrill of kissing with no intention to retreat.
Hiding from an armed thug looking for her, she concentrated on me . Kissing me until I wanted to growl and devour her. Holding my head as though she dared me to back up. I pull her into me, keeping my hands latched on the sexy slope of her trim waist.
That first hit of impact between us rattled some pots on the metal tray behind her, but it didn’t delay us for a second. Grinding against her, I treated myself to a repeat of how we’d made out in that alley.
It was a forbidden, stolen moment we shouldn’t have taken then. But I would treasure it forever. Every night since then, I fell asleep replaying the torrid memory in my mind. A few times in the shower, I jerked of to the thought of her kissing me so eagerly like air no longer was required for life.
Mashing my lips over hers was another stolen moment, and I vowed to make it last.
“Luke.” She panted, licking her lips from the torment of my bruising kiss. “I—” She sucked back a needy sob before I silenced her with a harder kiss.
I slid my hands over her ass until she parted her legs wider. The tensing of her ass taunted me, and I cupped her cheeks to squeeze the firm globes. With her legs wedged apart further, I had access to really show her what happened when she played with a man like me.
Looking at me like that, like she prayed I’d fuck her six ways to Sunday. Staring at my lips, like she wanted them all over her. And kissing me back so fervently, like she’d wilt if I let her go.
She bewitched me, urging me to take all that she offered. I was drunk on her, addicted to this daring risk. It was a risk, kissing her like she was mine. Not only was she a guest, but she was also off-limits as someone that another man was seeking out.
I didn’t know why. I didn’t want to know why an armed thug was looking for her. She was gorgeous, bold, and unafraid, but I wasn’t so stupid to miss that something was up with her. Lying and not speaking up, she nearly pissed me off to the point I didn’t want to bother with her, but I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t even think about backing up and walking away like I should.
Kissing her in the shadows was risky, but I enjoyed every stroke of the fear. Every hint of potentially being caught made me burn hotter for her. The thrill of someone walking by made this sexier, more taboo. The excitement of someone finding us like this was the sick, twisted shit that I loved. I skirted through life on the edge of danger, and this was no different.
No. She was different. I didn’t know how to explain it, but Emma was one of a kind. From the bottom of my heart, I just knew I’d never meet another woman like her.
She panted for air, rubbing her face against mine as we caught our breath for a second. Even that was too long. I laid my mouth back on hers, sucking and nipping at her lips as I gripped her short sundress.
Darkness descended in the sky, but underneath the gauzy panes of Plexiglas the roof was made of, we were mostly hidden. She moved with me, so short but eager to reach up and keep kissing me as I bunched up the soft material of her dress. Shifting to the side, she gave me more access to reach beneath and seek out her panties.
Not panties. Just a thong. The dress rolled and thickened in a fold on my forearm as I caressed her bare ass, reveling in the handful of that juicy cheek I couldn’t stop obsessing about. It was the first thing I saw when I met her. The first detail to draw my eye before she faced me. Touching her now, feeling the rise of goosebumps my caress gave her, was so fucking worth it.
She moaned into my mouth as I eased my finger over her core. The skimpy stretch of fabric was soaked, wet from her cream that made my strokes slippery. So sticky. Drenched. She breathed faster as I tugged the flimsy material aside and dragged my fingers over her folds.
Slowing my kisses, I savored the texture of her. The soft drag of her lips as I sucked and licked them, then the smooth wet surfaces of her pussy. I circled around her entrance, teasing her and testing how tight she was. Only the tip of my finger was in, and up to a knuckle, I felt how damn tight and slick she was.
She got louder, which wouldn’t work like this. We’d snuck back here to hide her away, and now wasn’t the time to announce where we were. Not until she came. Not until she was safe to leave.
My dick strained against the fabric of my boxers, further trapped by my pants. Grinding against her leg almost helped, but I didn’t want to focus on how badly I wanted to come.
This was for her. This was a lesson that she’d never forget. A woman didn’t look at a man with lust blazing in her eyes if she didn’t want to reap the rewards. She didn’t get to push at me and not have the pleasure of seeing how good it could be when I snapped and gave in to this tension.
“Luke. I need...” She panted, furrowing her brow.
I knew what she needed, what she wanted. I felt it in the suction of her tight pussy on my finger. I tasted the desperation in her kiss, and I heard the breathlessness of urgency in her gasps.
I pressed my forehead to hers to get some air. As she stared into my eyes, electrifying me with those uniquely bright orbs of bluish green, I slid my finger further into her tight heat. Back and forth, I smeared her juices, and while I worked her more open, I added a second finger to ensure she gloved me so tightly. Whatever she need to come better.
“Luke!”
I loved the sound of my name coming from her lips. Breathy and husky like this in that hiss. Begging and merciful. Needy. Before, she was saying that she wanted me to go. I told her that she was trouble and she took that to mean I didn’t want her around. I tried and failed to show her that we’d be better off without each other, but so much for that logic.
I had my fingers deep inside her slick cunt. She had her mouth latched to mine. Her hands were on the back of my head, her fingers spread wide to thread through my hair as she gripped it to hold me close.
She didn’t seem to want me to go now.
Nothing could stop me from making her come.
“You’re nothing but trouble,” I growled. Sliding my thumb up to press on her clit had her gasping into my mouth. “You know that?”
A low moan was her reply.
“And I can’t get enough.”
Before long, she was rocking against me, riding my hand. Her attempts were clumsy at first, but as soon as she found her rhythm, I pistoned my fingers faster. Circling my thumb around her clit had her trembling. She was almost there. I felt the tension in her body as I pushed her closer and closer to splintering apart.
The pressure to come had nowhere to go in me. I let it build and coil. I didn’t try to come. I couldn’t. Not like this. Not here. Not ever. Playing with her in the shadows was one thing, but I couldn’t commit to sliding my dick inside her sweet pussy. It’d be too much with a woman I kept telling myself I couldn’t have. It would be a step too far, a step I couldn’t ever take back, with the one girl who was trouble.
And if I ever fell that hard and fall, to lose all common sense, I wouldn’t’ be able to settle for once. She burrow so deep under my skin. She’d embed herself on my soul.
Getting frisky with a woman never had me poetic like this, but something about Emma did. Something about this smart and sassy beauty had me acting like I never thought I was.
Imagining forever with her? Just after a couple of kisses and fingering her in a stolen moment in the garden? It was nonsense. Delusional.
“I—”
I moved my mouth back to her. Sucking on the soft flesh along her neck would have to wait another time.
Another time? She was already making me get too hooked on her, too eager for a next time.
Knowing she was about to come, I muffled her sounds with my mouth over hers. I kissed her hard, growling into the force that she kissed me back with. With a slight tense, she came. I swallowed her moans. I held her side so she wouldn’t fall. Against my thighs, I felt her legs quiver and shake from the power of her orgasm. Even though she kept her arms looped around my neck, I held her tight as her slick inner walls sucked on my finger. She clenched, riding out her climax, and I softened my kisses as she calmed down.
I lifted my face, needing to catch my breath at the sight of her shattering apart for me like that. Her eyes stayed closed, letting those long lashes lie on her flushed cheeks. Her lips were kiss-swollen and puffy, absolutely lickable and tempting as her mouth hung open.
I eased my fingers out slowly, but she flinched as though she didn’t expect it.
Jerky and uncoordinated, she held on to me as she gained her strength to stand fully without me pressing her to the wall.
Is she...
I frowned, staring down at the stupefied but satisfied expression that covered her face.
She’s a virgin.
The fact stunned me, but I didn’t doubt it. Her inexperience showed in her stiff reactions. Those moments of surprise, like she hadn’t experienced this before to anticipate what was coming next.
She was so tight, too.
Holy shit. This didn’t change things, but at the same time, it should.
She was already off-limits to me, but now, she was completely forbidden.
A virgin? No fucking way was I getting involved there. I felt like a dumbass, thinking ahead to the idea of something long-term with her. That was how much she got to me. But to be the first and only man to ever have her, that wouldn’t be fair to either of us. She deserved someone to be gentle and slow with her, everything I wasn’t. I had the right to find a woman would could keep up with the brutal expectations of a hard life, which included playing hard.
“Dammit.” I said it as a reaction to realizing she had to be more untouchable and more unattainable. But it was also a whispered statement about others walking closer.
Two came near this shelter, but I recognized them. The night shift was beginning their patrols.
Her eyes widened with alarm as she heard them chattering as well.
This shed hadn’t been locked up for the night, and I bet they’d make sure it was.
We couldn’t be caught. I had to make sure she got out of here unseen.
I helped her shove her dress back down, keeping my wet fingers to the side and not getting her sticky. She noticed and held up a rag on the shelf behind her.
I shook my head, maintaining a steady gaze on her as I sucked my fingers clean.
Her jaw dropped.
“Go.” I mouthed it, tipping my head to the other side. “Stick to the path and go to your condo.”
“But—”
“I’ll ask the guards to have an additional patrol on your condo tonight.”
She furrowed her brow but nodded. I couldn’t let her go out when it wasn’t safe, but these two would see to no one lurking around.
“I’ll... I’ll just stay at Krista’s tonight.”
I hated that she feared being alone, but I hardened myself from wanting to save the day. She wasn’t mine to protect, dammit, and I had to make that reminder stick.
Whatever her story was, I couldn’t insert myself in it. She was dealing with something, but so was I. I had my own stuff to deal with. No matter how sweet she tasted and how gorgeous she was coming on my hand, I had to stay away.
No more.
I had to stay away from her before it’d be even harder to wedge a distance between us.
Before I let her get in any further, closer to my heart.
I turned, heading toward the door to get the two patrolling guards to look the other way so she could slip out unnoticed.