Except for Luke’s weird habit of rolling me to the other side of the bed every night, all we did was sleep.
I pulled the covers to my neck and was about to move to my second mental topic, how to successfully flee to Wyoming, when the bathroom door opened. That was when I realized my mistake. I should have gotten up and got dressed.
Instead, like the big dork I was, I lay in bed and let my mind wander, so much so I hadn’t even heard the shower go off.
Fuckity, f**k, f**k, f**k.
When was I going to learn?
I reviewed my options, waited for Good Ava and Bad Ava to give their input (they were still sleeping, which figured, always chattering away when you didn’t want them to and never there when you needed them) and decided to pretend that I was still asleep. In fact, if I was good at it, maybe Luke would get sick of waiting and go out and hunt down my ex-boyfriends and beat the shit of them while I escaped and drove to Wyoming.
I was putting this plan into action, eyes closed, when I felt the bed depress as Luke sat on it.
Uh-oh.
I continued to feign sleep. The covers slid down my body.
Ee-yikes!
Luke may have felt gentlemanly enough to let me sleep after his rubdown but he hadn’t been gentlemanly enough to put my tee back on me. Therefore, I was wearing nothing but my satin panties.
First, I had a silent freak out that I slept next to Luke mostly naked. Then I had a silent freak out that he could see most of my body. I didn’t know what Jennifer Aniston looked like na**d (and didn’t want to know) and I was probably far off that mark but Riley hadn’t done badly with me. Still, I wasn’t ready for this.
Un-unh.
No way.
Luckily, I had the pillow pressed to my belly so all he could see was my na**d back. Covers gone, the bed moved and I felt heat against my back as Luke settled in. This was not getting any better.
Then I was turned.
Seriously not better.
I held the pillow close to me like a shield still pretending to sleep. Luke tugged it gently and I had to make the decision whether or not to let it go. If I held on to it for dear life like I wanted to he’d know I was awake which would foil my plan.
I let it go.
Second string defense, I moved my body into his to cover myself, pressing my chest to his, tucking my face into his throat and snuggling in, in the hopes that he would think I was giving him a sleep cuddle.
This was a bad idea. I knew it the minute my mostly na**d body hit his bare chest. It felt nice, as in ultra nice.
Shit.
“Ava,” he called my name softly, his arms around me, one hand sliding up my back, fingers of the other hand trailing across the top, lacy edge of my underwear.
I kept pretending to sleep. This was hard, the trailing touch at my underwear felt good.
His fingers went into my hair at the back of my head. “Babe, wake up.”
Hmm.
I couldn’t ignore him much longer, he would think I was dead.
I was realizing my plan was going south, way south, when his fingers sifted through my hair a few inches then twisted around it. I felt his hand fist and my head was pulled back gently.
Not good.
I felt his mouth against mine.
Worse!
“Babe,” he said against my lips and I couldn’t pull it off anymore. Slowly, I opened my eyes.
As his lips were against mine, I was close enough to see, even without my contacts, his eyes were ink.
“Hey,” I whispered and luckily my voice sounded sleepy.
“Hey,” he said against my mouth and something about that soft word, said by Luke, in his bed, in the morning, against my mouth made me melt.
When my body pressed deeper into him, his eyes went molten and that was it. No more stall tactics. I was going to be screwed, literally.
He kissed me. Maybe I should have pushed it, torn away and stood firm to my vows. But he was a seriously good kisser.
Added to that, our mostly na**d bodies were pressed up against each other. His chest hair felt sexy-rough against my br**sts and his hand at my underwear was keeping up the lovely torture.
And this was Lucas Stark and he had always, in my heart, been my special guy.
I gave up the ghost and kissed him back. When I did, he groaned into my mouth, rolling me to my back, him on top of me. The groan sounded and felt good, so good I wrapped my arms around him and started to explore with my hands, wanting to make him do it again.
This was when I discovered he was naked, mainly because my fingers drifted over his tight ass.
Holy cramoly.
Nice.
His head came up and I focused on him, barely. I was half in a Luke Lip Fog and half in a Luke Tight Ass Fog. I knew my eyes were hooded and I was already breathing heavily.
“Christ,” he muttered. “You look like that after I kiss you, what are you gonna look like when I make you come?”
My hands slid up his back and I answered him even though his question wasn’t one you answered. “I don’t know,” I whispered.
“Let’s find out,” he murmured against my mouth.
I found myself thinking that was a great idea.
Then Luke got down to “giving me the business”.
I discovered in short order that Luke’s lips were not just good at kissing. They were good at a lot of things. They were good at my neck, behind my ear, trailing down my chest and they were especially good at my br**sts.
In what seemed like five minutes (but was longer, time flies when you’re getting so turned on you feel like you’re going to explode) he had me wild. I gave Bad Ava what she wanted and I tasted more of Luke, my tongue and mouth moving to any piece of skin that came near it, my hands drifting, my nails dragging. I wanted all of him, every rock-solid inch I could get (and every one I encountered was just that) and for some reason I wasn’t scared that he knew it.
He released my nipple after a delicious tug and a finishing swirl of the tongue and came back over me, kissing me again, hard, wild, his tongue teasing me and making me follow it which I did, gladly. Then his h*ps slid to my side, his mouth still kissing me and his hand went into my panties. I gasped against his tongue as with no fooling around, no fumbling, no exploration, no hesitation, his finger hit the target.
“Holy crap,” I whispered against his mouth, my eyes flying open.
He was watching me, his gaze so hot I felt the heat of it through my body.
“You’re dripping wet,” he told me, his voice sexy-hoarse. Before I could react to this statement, his mouth came to mine again; my eyes stayed open and so did his. “I can’t f**kin’ wait to get a taste of you,” he said against my mouth in a fierce way that I knew he really meant it and his finger did an unbelievable roll that was so good, my neck arched and I sucked in breath.