Chapter 9 #2
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, blanking my mind to anything but his taste.
His heat. His strength. My hands roamed down the firm planes of his back, tracing and memorizing the long, firm lines.
I reached between us and dragged my knuckles across Luke’s washboard stomach, searching until . . .
Flick.
One tug on the towel’s fold and it broke free.
Luke groaned into my mouth, swinging a leg over mine to straddle my body as his mouth tore free. He was naked. Perfect. “How about that kiss?”
I nodded, breathless, as he maneuvered me, lifting and pulling until my sweatshirt was sailing across the room. My tee came next. Then he freed my breasts from their simple white bra.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he moved, graceful and powerful, down the bed. There was nothing to hide his body now, nothing to cover his thick, long shaft.
My mouth watered. “You.”
“Good.” He stripped my jeans from my legs with a swift pull, my panties gone with them.
I brought my legs together. My arm slid down to cover my bare mound.
Luke took my wrist in his hand, kissing my pulse, then placed it to my side as he lowered his head to my body. He pushed my knees apart to bracket his ears.
“I’ve never—”
The words disappeared from my tongue as he dragged one long stroke through my folds.
I whimpered as he cast me a wicked, sinful look with his blue eyes.
Then his tongue was on me again. “First I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.”
“God, yes.” I arched into his erotic kiss.
“Then I’m going to fuck you with my cock.”
Yes, yes, yes. I wanted it all. I melted into the bed, my legs falling apart as he urged them wider.
“You taste so good. Fuck, Scarlett.” My name in his voice had never sounded better. “So good.”
Luke sucked and lapped, alternating his rhythm until I writhed beneath him, panting and racing toward a release.
The orgasm built so fast, I wasn’t ready when it came upon me, shattering me into a senseless mess of cries and moans.
As the white spots cleared from my vision, I brought a hand to my chest, feeling the pounding of my heart against my palm. Now this was sex. Toe-curling, phenomenal sex. And we were just getting started.
Luke’s skin slicked against mine as he returned to the bed. He stretched an arm to the nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. The crinkle of foil. The rustle of the mattress. It was all background noise to the blood still rushing in my veins.
“Scarlett.”
“Yeah?”
“Open your eyes.”
I pried them open and found his gaze waiting. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.”
I lifted my hand to his cheek, my thumbnail dragging across his lower lip.
He sucked it into his mouth, rolling it on his tongue. Then he positioned himself at my entrance, waiting for a nod, and slid inside.
My body stretched, my back arching off the bed as he filled me.
“Hold on to me, beautiful.”
I gripped his triceps. “Like this?”
“No.” He shook his head and brushed a lock of hair off my forehead. Then he touched the corner of his eye. “Hold on to me.”
Luke didn’t need to worry. He had me transfixed.
He eased out, then rocked his hips forward, slowly and gently, until he was buried deep.
“Luke,” I moaned as my legs trembled. My heart raced. With every one of his languid, sensual strokes, pleasure spread through my veins.
And I held on to him, mesmerized by the lust on his face. The want and sheer desire for me and only me. Thrust after thrust, he coaxed me higher and higher.
Luke dropped his mouth to my breast, taking a nipple between his lips for a long, hot suck. Then he did the same to the other, blowing on it as it popped from his mouth to cool the hardened bud.
“Yes, baby.” I threaded my fingers into his hair, the shorter strands like velvet against my palms.
Luke’s hips pistoned harder, faster, until I came apart.
I screamed, clenching around him as stars exploded in my eyes and I surrendered to the most intense pleasure of my life.
“Yes,” he crooned, his hips rolling and moving as my inner walls pulsed.
And finally, as I returned to earth, he buried his face into the crook of my neck, shaking through his own release with my name on his lips.
It required no effort to keep my mind blank through the aftershocks. I was in a haze as Luke slid out and went to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. And I was in a state of bliss when he returned to bed, tucking us both beneath the sheets.
“Sleep here,” he whispered into my hair.
I snuggled deeper. “I didn’t know.”
“Know what?”
I must have been delirious because the words spilled from my mouth. “I didn’t know it could feel like this. Before, it was always fumbling. Awkward. I thought that was just how it was for me. That it wouldn’t be good.”
“That wasn’t good.”
“What?” My eyes popped open.
Luke pulled me into his chest. “That was explosive. Fuck, beautiful. You ruined me.”
I smiled, snuggling closer. “I guess I won’t have to rearrange furniture for a workout anymore.”
“No. No more furniture. I’ll give you a workout every night.”
“Good. I’m going stir crazy.”
Luke was quiet for a long moment. “I have an idea.”
“What?”
“Well, the whole point of this charade is for it to seem like I’m living my life, right? For people to think everything is normal. So I guess I should do what’s normal.”
“Okay,” I drawled, shifting to face him. The room was nearly black but I could make out his face from the yard light’s soft glow seeping past the shade. “What does normal mean?”
He smiled, flashing me his dimple, and wagged his eyebrows.
“Luke.” I poked him in the side. “Tell me.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” The word came without hesitation. Without doubt. I hadn’t realized it until tonight, but after two months of getting to know this man, I trusted Luke more than I trusted myself.
Normally, that would be a good thing.
But for me, it meant everything was going to change.
Sooner rather than later, I’d have to trust him with my secrets.