I was sitting poker straight. “What were you discussing, Mr. Whitaker?”
“Your sister and my son had a relationship. I’m sure you are aware of it.”
Luke’s hand dropped to my shoulder. “It was a long time ago. Cassie is married now. She has a family.”
George Whitaker stared at the hand on my shoulder. “Yes, a married woman.”
I cleared my throat. I was done here. “Luke, we should be getting back. I think your sister was serving dinner soon.” I stood up, and shrugged his hand from my shoulder. “It was nice to see you, Mr. Whitaker.”
He nodded at me.
When we were back in the foyer, I turned to Luke, eyebrows raised. “You see?”
He took my hands. “Ok, it’s true that my dad wasn’t too fond of your sister. Maybe that’s rubbing off a little bit onto you.”
“A little bit?”
“He’s not a very warm person. He never has been. I’m not worried about his opinion, if that’s what you think. I spent a long time trying to please him, and now I leave that to Annie.” My hands still in his, Luke tugged me closer. “Ok?”
I nodded. “Ok.” That creepy old man could kiss off, as far as I was concerned.
Dinner was, to put it simply, the best meal I had ever eaten in my life. Whole life. There were all these courses served by waiters (waiters in a house!) and every course had a different glass of wine to go with it. I could feel my face was flushed with the alcohol. I kept glancing down to the head of table at Luke, who had his eyes locked on me. It made me flush more.
We all stood up to have dessert back in the living room. As everyone trailed after Annie, Luke put his hands on my waist and pulled me back. “Did you go on the house tour?” he said softly in my ear. His words were warm on my neck.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Did she show you the guest bedroom?” His thumbs rubbed up and down my sides.
“No, I don’t think so.” I leaned back into him.
“You really should see it.”
No one was in the foyer as he pulled me across it, down a hall, and opened a door. I went in front of him, and as soon as he closed the door he put his arms around me, yanking me against him. I felt him hard against my back.
“All night long,” Luke murmured, kissing the back of my neck, down the sides, dragging his lips to my throat. “All night long I’ve wanted to get my hands on you.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he ran his hands up and down my body, palming my breasts, kissing my neck. That neck kissing was driving me crazy. I shivered all over, and he laughed quietly. “Like this?” he asked, as he ran his lips over the nape of my neck.
“Yes, please,” I murmured, and he laughed again.
Then he put his hands on my thighs and pulled them slowly up under my dress, pausing at my stomach, then sliding them into my underwear. “Ok?” he asked against my neck.
“Mmmhmm.” I was drunk from all the wine from dinner, and I was drunk from the feel of his touch on me. He slid his fingers into my folds and I gasped, my hands dropping fromhis neck and clenching on his forearms. He stilled.
“Want me to stop?”
“No, don’t stop.”Never stop.
Then his fingers were everywhere, circling my clit, dipping in and out, rubbing, wet, seducing. I couldn’t catch my breath; it was coming in pants and gasps. Then he curled his two fingers and touched deep inside of me and I came, hard, shaking. “Luke! Holy, Luke, Luke!” He was grinding against me and then he growled into my neck, and we both stood leaning against each other, breathing hard, coming down.
He slid his hands out of my panties. “Jesus Christ, Emily, Jesus Christ. I haven’t come in my pants since the eighth grade.”
“Sorry?” I asked dreamily, and he laughed. I turned to look at him in the glow from the outdoor lights outside the windows.
“Wow,” he said, studying me. “You’re kind of a mess.” I put my hands where my bun had been. “A beautiful mess. Hang on.”
Luke disappeared into the bathroom for a while, then came back out with a brush. “Let’s get ourselves presentable, ok?”
