The low rumble of his words washed over me, sending shivers racing down my limbs. Even my toes tingled. With a moan, I let my hands drop away from his body so I could peel off my shirt.
As soon as the fabric left my hand, Luke’s hands curled behind my back to unsnap my bra. Cool air dusted over my chest as the black lace fell away.
“I like this.” My bra dangled from Luke’s finger as he held it up, sparing it a glance. A crooked, rakish smile spread over his face, making his eyes glitter with mischief and need in the low light. “Though I like it better off of you.” With a quick flip of his wrist, the scrap of fabric sailed over the side of the bed to the floor.
A soft giggle slid past my lips. “You ought to like my underwear, then, too.” I had a thing for matching bras and panties. No one typically saw them, because I rarely dated, but they made me feel sexy, and I liked the confidence boost that feeling gave me.
The smile on his face froze, then slowly died as his gaze drifted down my torso to my hips. His throat worked as he swallowed. “Oh yeah?”
I nodded, biting back a smile. Feeling emboldened by the heavy smolder in his eyes, I raised my hands to the waistband of my shorts and flicked the button with my fingernail. “Wanna see?”
His low laugh rumbled through the room. “Hell, yeah. But I get to take these off you.” He batted my hands out of the way, deftly unsnapping the button and pulling down the zipper.
I raised my hips so he could tug the denim down my legs.
The soft hum he let out, followed by the stroke of one finger over my lace-covered core, was enough to make my eyes roll back and the breath leave my body.
“Gorgeous. But they’ll still look better on the floor.” Hooking his fingers over the top, he yanked.
They didn’t get very far before his fingers took their place. With one touch, he pulled a sharp gasp of pleasure deep from my soul. Leaning close, his mouth brushed mine. Waves of pleasure rippled through me from both points of contact, meeting in my stomach to bounce around and ricochet down my limbs.
Then he added his other hand to the mix, cupping my breasts and teasing the tips. It was too much, and the waves of pleasure broke like a tsunami, crashing over me, inundating me with a flood of bliss.
Holy moly…
Maybe the secret to the best sexual encounter of my life was a younger man.
Almost as soon as I had the thought, I waved it away. It had nothing to do with Luke’s age.Hewas the deciding factor.
While I lay basking in the warm glow of my orgasm, I watched through hooded eyes as he climbed off the bedand shucked his jeans and boxer-briefs, then reached into his bedside table for a condom, sheathing the viper he unleashed.
I was more than happy to let it bite me.
Heat warmed in my blood once more as he put a knee on the bed, then crawled toward me.
“Do you need another round to warm you up?”
“Only if you want to kill me.” The first one about did me in, and he barely touched me.
“Can’t have that. I’m not into necrophilia.”
The chuckle that comment drew from me died a swift death as he angled his way between my thighs and joined our bodies.
A spear of white-hot light pierced my brain, blinding me to everything. All I could do was feel.
And hang on as Luke spiraled us up to the heavens so we could hang with the stars. For long moments, we moved together, rolling over the bed, finding new ways to heighten the need coiling like a tightly wound spring. Any second, I knew the tension would break and I would fly apart, harder than the first time.
I still wasn’t expecting it, though. When the spring broke free of its bonds, the immediate, fiery blaze of passion that hit me stole my breath and rendered my body immobile as my muscles tensed, then released on wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I’d ever known. As I sank, boneless, into the mattress, Luke’s dark growl against my ear as his own climax engulfed him sent a final surge of bliss through my now pliant body.
Like a cocoon, I wrapped myself in the feeling. It had never felt like this before. Never been this good.
Even as I enjoyed the afterglow, the first misgivings cropped up in my mind.
This was supposed to be just great sex, but it already felt like the start of something much, much more.
Was I ready for that?
Was he?
