Chapter 19
LUKE
She was fucking gorgeous and in her element.
The second we entered the bar, she started moving to the rhythm of the music.
It was dark inside, and I couldn't see her as well as I wanted to, but I could feel her.
I stepped close, putting a hand on her lower back, moving in the same rhythm as she did.
"You're so good at this," she murmured in my ear.
“Anything to please the lady," I whispered back in her ear, making her gasp. “You smell amazing." I didn’t know what the fragrance was exactly, but it definitely worked for me.
"It's a new perfume, not even on the market yet. Nina brought me some," she said.
"I didn't recognize it. Fuck, it makes me want to do so many things to you."
She shuddered. I felt the skin on her arms turn to goose bumps. She laced her arms around my neck, and I pressed her even closer to me. I liked to feel our bodies moving as one.
"I know I said I wanted to dance, but all I can think about right now is that I want to jump you."
I groaned and took a step back, looking her straight in the eyes before leaning in to whisper, "And I, you. We’re going home, Megan. I aim to please.”
"Your place is so elegant," she said half an hour later, just as we arrived at my penthouse. "It's dark and sinful and seductive. Just like you. I didn’t see it properly last time."
“I’ll give you a tour, I promise. Later.” I turned her to face me and then captured her mouth, kissing her like I’d meant to do all evening.
She tasted amazing. She smelled amazing. Tonight, I would take my time with her in ways I hadn't done until now. I kissed down the side of her neck, wrapping a hand in her hair.
"I wanted to do this when we were dancing," I said.
"And I wanted you to do it too," she whispered.
I moved my hand down the side of her waist, tracing her curves.
"You are stunning." I slowly bunched up her dress with my fingers, heightening the anticipation.
I felt her breath hitch.
"Fuck," I exclaimed, "you're wearing garters?"
She blew out a breath. "Yes."
She took a step back, and the hem of the dress fell again. She raised it herself, showing me a peek. I grew rock hard instantly. She turned around, playfully pulling the dress over her head.
"You went out with me like this? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted to wait until we were here. I didn't think it was a good idea to share that information while we were in public."
"That's true," I agreed.
Her panties covered almost nothing. The garters were driving me insane. She looked gorgeous in her underwear, but I wanted her out of it—all in due time.
"Time for champagne," I said.
"Oh, I almost forgot about that."
"I didn't."
Taking her hand, I led her toward the couch, then told her, "Walk in front of me. I want to watch you."
She moaned, and I was sure she'd gotten aroused from my words. She did as I said. I wanted this image imprinted in my brain: her walking like this just for me in my penthouse.
I took her to the couch. I had put the bucket with ice and champagne beside it earlier. I popped the cork, poured two glasses, and then sat down next to her, clinking our flutes together.
"To an amazing night?" she suggested.
"No, for the start of something amazing," I replied. "The start of us."
She nodded, pressing her lips together as we clinked glasses again, then each took a sip. "Oh, this is fabulous. I love it. It's so delicious. I wonder why I've never had it before."
"I'll have a selection of Maxwell's finest delivered to you."
"What?” She shook her head. “No, that's not necessary."
I took her hand, kissing it again before looking up at her. "Let me spoil you a bit, woman."
"Okay, I won't say no to that. But you know, I'm super naked and you’re still dressed. I feel like you should even the playing field." The gleam in her eyes was insanely hot.
"No, you should lie down right here."
"Why?"
"Lie down."
She put the glass on the coffee table and lay down on the couch. I looked at her, trying to decide where to start. Then I poured a bit of champagne from my glass onto her stomach. She gasped at the chill of the liquid.
I immediately leaned over, sucking the champagne into my mouth. I opened the clasp of her bra and pushed it away so I had a direct path to her breasts. I clamped my lips around her nipple.
"Oh my God, Luke," she exclaimed, arching her back, as my mouth was still cold from the champagne. At the same time, I parted her legs, rubbing two fingers along the silky fabric. She was already wet.
"Fuck me." My erection pressed against the zipper of my pants. I pushed the silk aside, pressing my fingers against her heated flesh.
"Luke," she cried. Her voice shook.
I moved my fingers in and out of her, wanting her completely ready. I realized she was tearing at my shirt. She only opened the top buttons before I straightened up, pulling it over my head. I quickly took off everything else while she still wore her panties and garters.
I put one knee on the couch, grabbing the edges of her panties with my thumbs. She lifted her ass, and I pulled them down slowly, reaching her knees and then unhooking the garters and pushing the nylons down, as well. The sound of the fabric grazing her skin was turning me on to no end.
Taking her hand, I helped her get up, then led her into the center of the room.
I walked around her, drinking in the sight of her body. She was completely naked and gorgeous. And I was going to have her here on my bar. We weren't going to make it anywhere else. Though eventually I wanted to make her mine in every damn room of this penthouse.
“Stay right here,” I told her.
She bit her lip. "Where would I go?"
“Don't move.”
She nodded. I went to the pants I discarded and took the condom out of the back pocket.
She laughed nervously. "You’re prepared."
“With you, I always am.”
Her eyes went soft, and I realized why. I walked closer, putting my hands on either side of her and the bar counter.
“Only with you. What you and I have is important to me. I've never had it before. And I never want it with anyone else. Only with you.”
"Luke," she murmured.
She took the condom between her fingers, opening the package. Gripping the tip of my cock, she rolled it on. I liked how her fingers felt and relished the skin-on-skin contact.
"Now we’re prepared," she murmured, "in case you want to have your wicked way with me."
I captured her lips, kissing that delicious mouth. I moved my hands down her back all the way to her ass. It was round and taut. I wanted to touch her everywhere. Megan was a beautiful woman, and I loved every part of her.
I lifted her onto the bar. She widened her eyes in surprise, and then I parted her legs.
"Luke," she breathed.
“I want to taste you, beautiful. I want to put my mouth on you.”
She gasped lightly, putting her palms farther out on the counter and leaning back while I moved her ass right to the edge.
There was more than one way to bring her insane pleasure, and I wanted to show her all of them.
I wrapped my lips around her clit, pressing my tongue against it and then sucking it between my lips.
She gasped as the muscles in her thighs went completely rigid.
I put my hands on her legs and then gently pushed them wider apart, needing access, wanting all of it.
Pulling back a bit, I brushed the flat of my tongue over her entrance.
"Luke," she exclaimed, her voice shaking. Then her thighs began to shake too when I slid my tongue inside her.
I moved my tongue in and out, looking up at her.
She was thrashing without any restraint.
My calm and collected woman was going wild just for me, and I fucking loved every second of it, loved knowing I could unleash this side of her and that she didn't share it with anyone else.
It was just for me, only for me. She was mine.
Her body. Her mind. Everything. What I told her earlier tonight was completely true.
And I wanted the same kind of commitment from her.
I kissed the curves of her body, putting my fingers where my mouth had been seconds earlier because I didn't want to let her come down from the wave of pleasure. No, I wanted to heighten her senses, to increase the tension until she begged for my cock. And then I would gladly oblige her.
"Oh, Luke… Luke, I need you, please. I need you inside me."
"You’ll get me, babe," I reassured her. "Just not yet.
I want you to come. And when you do, I promise, I'll give you my cock.
" Her back arched instantly, and her mouth formed an O.
She went over the next second, spurred by my words, spasming around my fingers.
As she tilted to the left, I caught her before she fell over.
I pressed my body against hers to sustain her while she rode out her orgasm.
When I felt her start to calm down, I positioned myself at her entrance and slid right in before she could finish coming.
The sensation was so intense, so damn strong, that I wasn't aware of anything except our connection.
She pressed her forehead against my chest. Her hands rolled into fists, resting on my shoulders, and I felt her breathing becoming shallow.
Her body was still shaking as I moved slowly, in and out.
"Babe, are you okay?"
She nodded against me.
"I love this," she whispered.
Fucking hell.
Her pussy spasmed around me, and I was a goner. I wasn't even sure I was a man anymore. I transformed into a beast with only one goal: claiming every drop of satisfaction.
I started to move faster. She gasped on every thrust. I looked at her face, watching her trying to work through the pleasure, but it kept hitting her, and she couldn't even brace herself anymore. I thrust and thrust and thrust until I saw her give herself to me with total abandon. This was just what I wanted: her trusting me completely with her body, her love, and her future. I’d never felt anything like this in my entire life.
"Look at me," I said.
Her eyes fluttered open. She was dazed, completely lost. I kissed her, my body starting to burn. I couldn't stave off my climax for too long.
"I'm going to come, babe," I told her between kisses, and I felt her clench around me. Fuck me. She was close too. Pulling back, I looked between us, and then she followed my wordless command, moving one hand from the edge of the bar, though she didn't put it straight over her clit.
First, she touched her breasts, and the sight alone brought me one step closer to my orgasm.
Then she lowered her manicured fingers, pressing the side of her clit.
She threw her head back the next second, and her pussy became so tight that my vision blurred.
I tried to regain my composure and failed.
I splayed my fingers on the wood counter, then pushed inside her, listening to her moans until we were both satiated and unable to move.