Chapter Twenty
Lumi
We walk into the house as bags of things are being brought in for us.
All I can do is look at everything and everyone.
When Luka said he was taking me shopping, I did not think this was what he meant.
I thought, now that he’s my boss, he would suggest stores for me to go to and shop for whoever he needed presents for.
But at every store, it was all about him buying things for me.
He wants me to go to an office Christmas party with him in a few days, and he wants to make sure I am prepared for it since it is very formal.
There were dresses and shoes and jewelry and…
other things that I don’t think have anything to do with the party, like the big stuffed panda he bought me because I kind of lost my mind about how fluffy it looked and how soft it was.
There were also undergarments, and that led to nightgowns and robes somehow. By then, Janie was with us and was helping me. We met up with his mom, and we all had dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants I have ever been to before I somehow wound up back at his house.
Once everyone leaves and it’s just us again, I start to realize how late it is. I have to be here tomorrow so I can do some kind of facial and spa thing that Janie is doing with me.
“I should…I should go home.”
He hasn’t let go of my hand since helping me out of the back of the car.
“Stay. For just a little longer. We could watch another movie. The one we didn’t finish last night.”
Damn, it’s one of my favorites.
“Please.” He says it with the softest blue eyes I’ve ever seen, and there’s no way I can tell him no. He knows it, too, because he gives me the most mischievous grin when I roll my eyes at him and give him a small nod.
“Okay. But just one this time.”
“Of course.”
The next thing I know, I’m waking up to soft lips touching mine and a hand skimming up my thigh before cupping my bare butt cheek.
This is the best I’ve felt in…months, safe and happy and content.
And warm. A lot of times when I wake in the mornings, I am cold and more tired than when I went to bed, but this morning isn’t like that at all.
“I would love nothing more than to keep lying here with you doing exactly what we’re doing but I’m pretty sure my sister wouldn’t appreciate me keeping you from your girls’ spa day.”
My eyes flash open as realization dawns on me.
I am back in Luka’s bed. Back in his arms, but this time I am not the first person to wake up, and my borrowed T-shirt has ridden up so that the only thing between us are my thin panties and his pajama bottoms. Neither offers very much protection since I can feel what I think might be his… Is he…hard?
“You up, baby.”
“Um…yes.” I have no idea if this is normal for him. The only man I’ve ever been around was my father. I never dated or had a lot of close guy friends to ask questions like…well, like do you wake up with a hard on every morning and what causes it?
It’s not that I’m ignorant of things like this. I read romance books and magazine articles about things. There’s no way I am going to ask now. What if I embarrass him or somehow hurt his feelings?
“Sweetheart?” He tilts my chin up so that our eyes finally meet.
“Yes.”
“Are you thinking this hard about my dick or about what you have to do for the day?”
“Oh my God!” I gasp and sit up. The shirt I’m wearing slips off my shoulder and almost shows my boob. “Oh shit!”
I shouldn’t have sat up. I shouldn’t have moved. Straddling him makes it so much worse, and I can’t fight with this shirt the way I need to and keep myself still at the same time.
He starts chuckling and rolls us. I let out a yelp before latching onto him as my world shifts. “I take it by the horrified look on your face and the near panic in your eyes, you’ve never felt one.”
“No! I…yes, but…I’m not horrified by it. I just haven’t ever…um.”
“You’re trying to figure stuff out?” How does he know? “Let me help you. Yes, I am hard. Yes, that is me, and yes, some of it is because it’s morning.”
He lowers his head until his lips are by my ears, “But mostly it’s because of you.”
“W…what?” I turn my head and immediately realize my mistake. Our mouths are so close that it would only take a small move to touch his mouth with my own.
“There is no possible way I could lie next to you and not get hard, baby. Your beautiful body pressed against mine is enough to guarantee that, but then there are also your sweet curves and how they fit perfectly in my hands. Or that innocently sweet mouth that’s the stuff of naughty lists.”
The mouth he is referring to is currently hanging open in shock as he keeps speaking.
“I want you, little elf, but only when you are ready.”
His mouth finds mine, and he is kissing me in a way he’s never kissed me before.
There’s want in it -and passion- but the surprising thing is how I am kissing him back.
I didn’t realize I could kiss like this, didn’t understand all this pent-up…
energy inside of me. I never knew I would be the one wrapping myself around him and pushing into him, rubbing against him like I want him more than I want my next breath.
I never realized that when I was pinned under a man, I would be the one pulling him closer and finding that I have this insane rush of power and strength from it.
It’s insanely dangerous, and I could easily become addicted to it without even realizing.
He eats my kiss like a hungry man as we explore each other’s bodies and cling to one another.
It’s like we’ve both been set adrift, and all we have is each other to hang on to for survival. Only he has what I need to stay alive.
Fire burns through me and follows his lips when he trails them down my neck and back up to my mouth.
I want to tell him everything that is going through my head, but there’s a fear that holds me back that I might be the only one feeling this, that maybe it’s not as powerful for him.
Maybe, since he’s done this before, it’s not as special as it is for me.
The thought has me pulling away from the kiss and realizing his hand has found my bare breast up under my borrowed shirt.
We’re both breathing hard, and I’m almost certain my lips are swollen from all the kisses.
My breath is coming out in pants like I just ran a marathon, and my heart is beating twice as hard.
This time, when he kisses me, it’s a lot softer, like he can tell I might be a little overwhelmed.
“I don’t want there to be any doubts, love.”
His eyes are the clearest blue I have ever seen and make me want to curl up against him and let him fight all my battles for me.
What is even scarier to me is the fact that those eyes make me want to fight his battles for him.
They make me want to protect him in a way I never wanted to protect someone before in my life.
They make me want to hold him on hard days and tell people he’s perfect, that he is everything to me.
They make me want to give him all my days and nights and hand over my heart without a second thought.
They make me fall in love with him even harder than I already am.
And all I can do is stare up at him, my hand cupping his cheek, as my whole world breaks and rearranges itself around him.
I want to be his shelter, his sanctuary, his home. And I don’t think he even realizes it.