17. Seventeen
Seventeen
Lila
When Luke shuts the door, my breath catches, but my heart almost stops when he turns and starts walking toward me with that determined stride. His eyes are so intense, burning with desire. When he reaches me, his eyes, up close, are such a clear blue, and they darken as they lock onto mine.
He then reaches out to touch my chin, lifting my face to his. As if in slow motion, his lips come down, covering mine. He takes his time, slowly savoring my taste. Instead of deepening the kiss, he pulls back slightly, nibbling on my lower lip and teasing me with his slowness .
My hands reach up, tangling in his hair as I pull him closer, my body melting into his. As he continues to taunt me with his nearness, I pull slightly on his hair in retaliation. I feel more than see his grin, but then his arms tighten around me, fitting me snuggly to his body, and I feel his instant arousal against my belly.
He immediately deepens the kiss. I feel his tongue slide against mine, exploring. I’m suddenly aware of his taste, his touch, his scent. He smells like the outdoors, and underneath that is his pure male scent, which arouses me more than anything else. His masculine scent goes right to my head, leaving me feeling dizzy. My hands tighten in his hair, and I lean into his chest.
His hands wander down my back, over my ass, and then he cups my bottom in his broad hands, fitting me to him, letting me feel his hardness. He grinds me against him, then eases up, and his hands give my generous backside a lusty squeeze. I can tell he appreciates my softness, my curves as he continues to fondle my ass.
He’s building a need inside of me with his slow caresses. I can feel it increasing, and I want more. I rub against him, letting him feel my response, urging him to go faster. He doesn’t. Instead, Luke takes his time as his hands leave my bottom, lightly caressing my thigh. When I think he’s going to touch me where I ache the most, his hand instead travels up to my waist.
I sigh against his lips in frustration and disappointment. The man is driving me wild with wanting—and he knows it. When his hand tightens around my thigh, I shift my weight, allowing him access, and again feel his grin. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Damn him!
I tug on his hair, and his grin widens as he lifts his head. When I open my eyes, I see his face. And the flame in his eyes sends another zing straight to my core. He’s taking his time, yes, but he wants me just as urgently as I want him.
He suddenly bends, cupping my ass and lifting me against him. My legs automatically rise around his waist as he carries me to the bed. My legs go down, but I’m unsteady on my feet, and his hands are around my waist, steadying me.
I feel Luke’s hands tug my shirt up and over my head. Leaving me in my bra. I smile, glad I decided to wear my matching black panties and bra set. The appreciation I see flaring in his eyes makes me feel sexy and attractive.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as his hands cup my breasts. He bends and places his mouth over the fabric, wetting my nipple, and I shiver at the sensation. Then I feel his teeth as he finds my nipple. His hands travel behind me, deftly unclasping my bra, and my breasts spill free.
The warmth of his palms as he again cups my full breasts steals my breath. His thumbs reach up, pressing against my nipples, and he bends again, nuzzling against me. His warm breath and hot mouth bring my nipples to rigid peaks, and a soft moan slips from my mouth.
He grins against me, not stopping, and I bite back another moan. What he’s doing to me is sinful, and it feels so good I can hardly think straight.
He finally straightens, and I feel his hands at my waistband, and then he’s zipping down my jeans and pulling them off me. My clothing and shoes are in a crumpled heap. Leaving me standing before him in only my black silk panties.
His gaze feels hot as it rakes over my curves, leaving me breathless and feeling wanton. I step forward and boldly start to tug on his t-shirt, but he’s faster than me and pulls it off over his head. My greedy hands land on his chiseled chest, marveling at his defined muscles. My fingertips skim over his ridges and circle his nipple. Moving lower, I unclasp the button of his jeans .
His hands take over, and he hurriedly unzips his pants, and his eager cock jumps free. I swallow at his size. He’s bigger than I would have expected. As I reach for him, he grabs my hands.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice gruff. “I’ve been waiting for you a long time, and I want this to last.”
The strain in his voice makes me smile. Then he’s pushing me back onto the bed and following me down. He kneels between my legs, and I shiver as he rids me of my last barrier, throwing my panties behind him.
He lifts my leg, placing it over a broad shoulder, and then he’s there—at my most intimate place, his breath warm as he nuzzles me. His tongue comes out, giving me one long swipe, and I shudder. I feel a finger sliding through my slick folds as he pushes it inside me. Before I can react, he slides in another digit, and I feel full as he primes me, working me as he pushes deeper in a circular motion. He curls his fingers, and I see stars and let out a gasp.
“You like that, huh?” I feel him whisper in approval against my thigh, and I nod, unable to speak.
He continues, my eyes are closed, but my hands helplessly curl into his hair again, urging him on. I feel the first tremor, faint, but as he continues, the tremors grow stronger until my body uncontrollably clenches, closing around his fingers as I come hard in his arms.
Luke holds me through my climax, and when I finally open my eyes, it’s to find him above me—a smug smile on his face.
“You’re beautiful when you come, you know that?” His words are soft, but there’s a hardness to his face, and I realize he’s holding back and waiting for his turn. I feel him reach for a condom, and I’m glad that one of us is coherent enough to think of protection.
When I smile, acknowledging his compliment, I immediately feel his rough thigh between my legs, nudging them wider, making room for him.
He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his thick cock, guiding it to me. He enters me in one swift, sure stroke, and the fullness of him steals my breath.
“You okay there, Lila?” His voice sounds tight. At my nod, he begins to move. Slow at first, but steady. As the rhythm takes over, I lift my legs around his waist, and the angle allows him to push deeper, harder into me. Our breathing becomes harsher as the tempo increases. This time, I don’t have any warning of my climax—it’s just suddenly there, making my body spasm and shudder, milking him until he follows me over the edge with a low groan.
I’m finally aware of the weight of Luke’s body as he rests against me. He slowly shifts his weight to the side and off me but remains close. His arm across my stomach as he pulls me against his side.
I am lying here listening to his deep breathing, and my eyes flutter closed. Before I know it, I’m lost in sleep. I wake later to the feeling of warm hands caressing my breasts and then an even warmer mouth sucking a nipple. When I open my eyes, it’s to see an alert Luke with a sexy grin staring down at me.
“Hey beautiful,” he whispers as I feel him slide between my legs and slowly enter me. This time, it’s slower, sweeter, with no sense of urgency as he moves steadily against me, sometimes surprising me with a circular motion. It takes longer for us to both reach that peak of passion, but when it comes, the intensity surprises us both, and I hear Luke give out a deep groan as he empties inside of me. “Luke,” his name a whisper as it leaves my lips.
“Damn, Lila,” Luke mutters against my neck. “See what you do to me?” He says as he pushes up on his hands, staring down at me with a sexy, lopsided grin. He then turns and looks at the clock on the nightstand. “I need to go,” he mutters in regret, leaning down to give me a lingering kiss. “We’ll have to forego the pleasure of showering together until another day.”
With that, he pushes up off the bed, and I sleepily watch as he gathers his clothes, only pulling on his jeans, not even bothering to zip them up. With one last breath-stealing grin, he winks at me and then soundlessly opens the door and leaves, closing it quietly behind him.
The morning sun streams through the guest room window as I try to steady my hands enough to button my blouse. Last night feels like a dream—how we managed to keep quiet even when...
I feel the blush creeping up my neck. So much for “fixing things first.”
After a quick shower, I head downstairs to find Jim already in the kitchen, attempting to crack eggs into a bowl.
“Let me help with that,” I offer, taking over before he can make more of a mess. “I promised to show you my French toast recipe, remember?”
“Ah, yes,” He settles onto a stool, watching as I work. “Sleep well? ”
Something in his tone makes me glance up, but his expression is carefully neutral. Before I can respond, Luke walks in, hair still damp from his own shower.
“Something smells good.” He reaches past me for coffee, his hand brushing my lower back where no one can see. I nearly drop the bowl of eggs I’m whipping.
“Lila’s showing me her French toast recipe,” Jim says, definitely hiding a smile now. “Though I suspect you’ve already sampled her goods.”
Luke chokes slightly on his coffee, and I focus very intently on dipping bread in egg mixture.
“Dad,” Luke warns.
“What? I’m just saying, you two seem closer after spending the night here.”
“Oh God.” I close my eyes, mortified.
But when I peek, Jim is grinning like he hasn’t in years, according to Luke. “Don’t worry, dear. It does my heart good to see Luke finally enjoying life.”
“Please stop talking,” Luke groans, but he’s fighting a smile too .
We eat breakfast in comfortable silence, broken only by appreciative murmurs over the food. It feels right, like family.
“You two should head back soon,” Jim says finally. “That PI won’t wait forever.”
“You sure you’ll be okay?” Luke asks.
“Marie will be here in an hour.” Jim squeezes my hand. “And thanks to Lila, I’m actually looking forward to lunch for the first time in... well, a long time.”
We’re loading our bags into our separate vehicles when Luke’s phone rings. His expression darkens when he sees the screen.
“Crystal,” he mouths to me before answering. “Hey, I just got back—“
Even from a few feet away, I can hear her shrill voice. Luke’s jaw tightens as he listens.
“No, I haven’t seen the society page yet... What announcement?”
My stomach drops at his expression.
“Crystal, I never agreed to—No, listen—“ He pulls the phone away from his ear, cursing softly. “She hung up.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Marcus had their PR team release an engagement announcement.” His eyes meet mine, fierce and determined. “I’m meeting Gibson at noon, and then we’ll end this charade.”
“Be careful,” I say softly.
He glances toward the house and then quickly pulls me close, kissing my forehead. “Trust me?”
“Always.”
As we drive away—me back to the duplex, him to meet the PI—I try not to think about how much is at stake. Or how many ways this could all go terribly wrong.
But mostly, I try not to think about how it felt waking up in his arms and how badly I want to do it again.