“There, you’ve caught up to me,” I murmur and gaze back up into his heated blue eyes.
He doesn’t touch me, which is making me mad with longing. I want those skilled hands on me!
“I love it when you look at me like that,” he murmurs and moves toward me. I back up, the backs of my legs meeting the edge of the bed.
“How am I looking at you?”
“Your beautiful green eyes are looking at me like you just can’t wait until I touch you.”
“I can’t.”
“Lay back on the bed, baby.”
I do as he asks, and gaze up at him, enjoying the view that is Luke. All of the blood in my body has pooled between my legs and I’m panting. All without him actually touching me.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask, surprised that I spoke the words aloud.
He grins and climbs onto the bed, straddles my legs, his hands planted on either side of my shoulders. He’s still not actually touching me. He lowers his head and sweeps his lips across mine; once, then twice.
“I’m seducing you.”
“You’re good at it.” He smiles against my lips. I grasp his hips but he pulls back, out of my reach.
“Hey!”
“Grab onto the headboard.”
“I want to touch you.”
He lightly kisses me again. “Trust me, baby. Hold onto the headboard.”
I reach above me and grab onto the white wooden headboard.
“Keep your hands there, okay?”
“Okay.”
He smiles and kisses my lips once more, then my chin. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, giving him access to my neck. He takes advantage and licks all the way down to my collar bone.
Oh my.
He lowers his body down onto mine as he moves down my body. He clasps one breast in his hand, worrying my sensitive nipple between his fingers while he sucks the other one in his mouth, and it’s a direct hit to my groin.
“Oh shit,” I bow up off the bed, my body zinging in sensation. He blows softly on the nipple, and moves to the other one to pay the same respects.
“So beautiful,” he mutters against my breast. “I love your breasts. You fill my hands perfectly.”
“Can I move my hands now?” I breathe.
“No way. Keep them where they are.”
“I want to touch you.”
“You will, but don’t move yet.”
I groan in frustration and he starts kissing down my torso again. He laves my belly piercing with his tongue. “This is so hot.”
“I was thinking about taking it out.”
“Please don’t, I love it.”
“Okay,” I say shyly.
He grins and moves further down, his hands running down my sides to my hips. Suddenly he grips the insides of my thighs and pushes them wide apart.
He rubs his nose over the tattoo on my pubis and moans.
“Who did you have to forgive, baby?”
I gasp and stare down at him with wide eyes. His eyes meet mine and I’m mortified to feel tears prick at the back of my eyelids.
“Myself.” I whisper.
“Oh baby.” He kisses my tattoo sweetly, his fingers moving up my inner thighs to my center. He runs one finger down my cleft, from my clitoris to my anus and I cry out.
“Argh!” Ohmygod!
“Honey, you are so wet.” His tongue follows his finger and my hips convulse. He holds my thighs firmly against the bed, spread wide open for him.
“So sweet.” He runs that glorious tongue back up to my lips and then presses it inside me, kissing me intimately as if he were kissing my face, his nose pressed against my clitoris.
“Holy shit!” I cry and feel him smile against me. His hands move around to cup my ass and lift me and he presses his face into me further, and he’s taking no prisoners. He rubs his nose back and forth over my clitoris as his tongue moves around and around inside me and I am almost afraid of my orgasm. I come fast and hard, pulling myself with my hands still clenched on the headboard off the bed, calling out Luke’s name, or I think that’s what I’m saying anyway.
I may be speaking in tongues.
He continues the sweet torture until the last tremble moves through me then he kisses his way up my body, stopping to pay special attention to each breast, and finally laying over me, resting his pelvis on mine, his elbows on each side of my shoulders. His hard shaft is lying against my very wet center and when I roll my hips to wrap my legs around him I feel it slide up and down.
Luke’s eyes clench shut. “Oh god, Nat, you feel so good.”
“So do you.” I pull myself up and kiss his lips, tasting him and me.
He moves his hips now, sliding that deliciously large and hard cock up and down my folds, but not slipping inside me yet. The tip keeps bumping up against my clitoris, shooting sparks of sensation through me.
“Let me touch you,” I beg.
“God yes, touch me.”
Halleluiah!
I grip his hair in my hands and pull his face to mine. He kisses me voraciously, and while what he’s doing against my center feels so fantastic, I just want him in me.
“Luke,” I breathe against his mouth.
“What do you need, baby?”
“You. In. Me. Now.” Each word is a staccato between kisses. He groans, deep in his throat and finally slips inside me.
Hard.
Oh sweet Jesus!
“Ah!” He’s pounding into me, over and over, each thrust harder than the last. His breath is ragged and broken. I reach down and grab his ass, pulling him harder.
“Oh, Natalie, come with me baby.”
His words, his voice, are my undoing and I explode around him. I am just sensation, as he pushes inside me to the hilt, grinding and grinding, moving back and forth, as he empties himself into me.
I run my fingers up his spine and push them gently through his damp hair as he shudders over me, whispering my name like a prayer.
Chapter Twelve
I love his hair. It’s just the right length for me to run my fingers through the softness, over and over. Luke sighs in contentment, his cheek resting against my sternum and I cradle him in my arms.
We stay this way for a long while, in companionable silence.
When his breathing slows, and I think he’s gone to sleep, he raises his head, kisses my chest where his cheek has been and our eyes meet.
“Stay with me this weekend.”
“I thought we’d already established that,” I reply.
“Damn right.” He kisses me quickly then rolls off me, and strolls into the bathroom. Yes, he has a fine derriere.