Chapter 16 #2
“Believe me, princess, there’s nothing I’d rather do than lay you out on my bed and finish what we just started. But you left me all kinds of twisted the last time I saw you, and we need to talk so we’re both clear on what we want here.”
Why does he have to be the proper gentleman right when I need him to release some of my frustrations? He gives me a quick kiss and lightly smacks my ass before gesturing for me to sit down on the bed beside him.
“Okay. Talk. Have it your way,” I say, but I smile at him so he knows that even though I’m frustrated, I agree we need to talk.
“I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions when I saw the pictures.
I panicked, and since I work in media, everyone was buzzing about you and your potential new girl the whole day, even before the pictures came out.
” My unease had been rising all day, prompting me to question everything from the previous night. Luke squeezes my hand as I continue.
“I got scared that I had just been your five minutes of fun the night before, but instead of talking with you about it, I let my insecurities get to me,” I tell him, feeling vulnerable.
I should know better than to jump to conclusions when I see stories online, especially given my knowledge of the media.
“Yeah, I get that. I cursed myself all day for not having your number so I could explain that my agent and PR assistant sprung a PR relationship on me that day.” Hearing the term PR relationship relieves my worries, and I regret not listening to Luke.
Instead, I met him that day with my walls up and resentment.
“They had already planted the seed with several media outlets without even talking to me first. The pictures of me and Victoria were taken after we had met and agreed that neither of us wanted to go through with it. But you know how the media can spin things. I’m sorry I lashed out at you,” he finish, making me feel aggravated for believing the worst and not having more faith in him.
He’s never given me any reasons not to trust him.
Robert knocks on the door, letting us know dinner is ready.
All three of us eat together, and it’s clear that the two men share a special bond. It warms my heart to see Luke in a more relaxed environment.
In the paddock, everyone wants a piece of Luke Hastings, but here in the comfort of his own room, it’s just three people enjoying a nice dinner together.
Robert tells me stories about Luke and his best friend Sebastian, and how everyone used to fear what the two boys would get up to every day.
Once, they built their own small car using the motor from a lawnmower. They raced after the other kids in the street, making all the moms curse them out for being reckless and stupid.
“Always been a motorhead?” I ask Luke when I’ve got my laughter under control.
“Yeah, kind of. I always wanted to drive fast cars, but didn’t really know that you could make a living out of it before I got older,” he tells me. When we finish dinner, I insist on helping Robert with the dishes even though he tells me three times that “This is his job.”
“And now I’m telling you to appreciate some help with doing your job and let me get to work.”
He finally gives in, his shoulders relaxing as we start tidying up together. Luke has to make a few phone calls, and Robert leans in slightly towards me, whispering with a mischievous look in his eyes.
“He’s quite smitten with you.” I glance over at Luke, noticing the way his eyes light up and how his smile widens when he catches my gaze.
“I’m quite smitten with him, too,” I reply honestly, feeling a warm flush spread through me.
There’s an ease in Luke’s presence. He ignites my nerves with a single touch, yet he also soothes me when I feel frazzled. The quiet intensity of his gaze makes my heart beat a little faster.
We finish the dishes, and I thank Robert for a wonderful evening filled with laughter and good conversation before he heads to his own room.
Then it’s just Luke and me.
We decide to watch a movie and get comfortable on the sofa, the soft glow of the television flickering across the room. I settle into Luke’s lap, feeling the softness of his shirt against my skin as he gently draws circles on my hip with his fingertips.
Even though the touch isn’t sexual, I feel the tension building in my stomach, wanting to be closer to him in every way.
A part of me wants to go slow, another part of me is dying to touch him in the ways I’ve been imagining ever since that first day we met.
Daring myself to be brave, I look up to Luke, before I climb on top of him, making him lie down on the couch.
“Eager for me, princess?” he says, smirking at me.
“Shut up. You don’t want me? Okay, I’ll just go home and get myself off then,” I tell him, clearly joking, but to sell my act, I start to stand up.
He immediately grabs me around the waist and topples me onto the sofa, now with him on top of me.
“Not so fast. The only one getting you off today will be me.” He leans into me and begins kissing me. It’s the sweetest pleasure, but also the greatest torment.
Luke starts kissing down my throat, his hands roaming around my body before finally touching lightly right over the waistline of my trousers. He teases me with gentle touches, and I whimper at him, pressing myself closer for more pressure.
Understanding dawns, and his hand slips into my pants before he begins rubbing the inside of my thighs.
“This okay, Jessica?” he asks, and I nod at him, eager for his touch.
I kiss him, and Luke slowly makes his way upwards until his fingers dip inside my thong and one single finger ever so slightly brushes my clit.
“So wet for me, princess.” He husks in my ear, and I claw at his back, dragging his t-shirt over him. He applies more pressure and pushes a finger inside me, making me buck into him.
“Oh god.” I cry out just as he adds a second finger and starts pumping in and out of me whilst circling my clit with his thumb.
“Just like that, Jessica. God, you look stunning, all flushed from my touch. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you like this?”
He urges me on, and his words push me even closer to the edge. Knowing he’s thought about me the same way I have about him.
It makes me feel powerful and sexy, knowing this man wants me just as much as I crave him.
I bite his earlobe, trying to hold back my sounds, which provokes a strong reaction from Luke. He presses into me, making me feel his hard length.
“Fuck Jessica, you feel so good.” I feel myself getting closer to the edge, and just when I think I can’t take any more, Luke adds a third finger.
“Luke! I’m close,” I gasp up at him as he continues his sweet torture.
“Come on, Jessica, show me just how good I’m making you feel.”
When I come, it’s a powerful orgasm built on all the feelings and wants I’ve stored over these weeks, and he’s there catching me, as he rides off my orgasm on his fingers.