I kissed him back with the same ferocity, wanting to feel the steel length of his cock in my hand and the gentle heat of his mouth on my skin.
Instead, I pulled away.
The shower was pretty small, and I didn’t want another rushed, frantic orgasm. If he was mine and I was his, then we had all the time in the world.
He gave me a questioning look.
“No need to rush anymore. This thing between us isn’t a dirty little secret.”
“Not even at work?”
I shook my head. “Roxy is fine with it. I think she knew before we did.”
He laughed. “That tracks. Come on, let’s get dry.”
When we got out of the shower, Luke pulled one of his t-shirts from his drawer and handed it to me to wear. “I can lend you shorts too if you like, but I plan to be the big spoon and the lessclothes between my cock and your ass the better.”
“Such a gentleman,” I teased. In all honesty, I loved it and he knew that. Maybe roses and jewelry would be the more acceptable way to show you cared about a woman but having him be so forward about the fact that I made him horny worked for me. I wasn’t twenty anymore. I was thirty-two. Not old, but not on a magazine cover, either. At my old job, I had been required to be available but not seen most of the time. Blend into the background in the eyes of the media and the people who mattered. Well, someone who mattered to me saw me. He looked past the rich and the famous and he reached for me. Fuck, I needed to get some sleep before I started writing poetry about the man in my head.
True to his word as soon as my head hit the pillow, Luke was pulling me back against his chest. I wiggled my hips a little, partly to get comfy but mostly to torture him, before taking his hand in mine.
He had paint stains under his nails, grease from the shop in the whorls of his finger prints. His hands were big and rough. Callused from honest work, stained from the pursuit of his passion. I squeezed his hand against my chest and shut my eyes.
This felt right.
Chapter Seventeen
Luke
Having her in my arms, in my bed was a level of content I hadn’t felt before. She didn’t have a plane to catch or a life to get back to.
Part of me wanted to lie like this all night. Bury my nose in her neck and enjoy the fact that she was mine. When she wiggled her hips to get comfortable though, my dick overrode any plans I had of blissfully falling asleep.
I laid my hand on her hip and walked my fingers so that the t-shirt she’d borrowed moved up her thigh. Each newly revealed inch of creamy skin made me harder in my boxers.
I pressed my hips against her ass so there would be no misunderstanding of my intention.
She looked at me over her shoulder. “Did you need something?” she deadpanned.
“I have a request,” I joked back.
She rolled over in my arms to face me. “Really?” She movedher hand out and settled it over my cock through my boxers. “Tell me exactly what you want.” She circled her thumb over the crown, moving at a maddeningly slow pace with just the right pressure.
I moaned and dropped my head back.
“Oh, come on now. How can I give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is?”
“I–”
Her other hand snuck up the leg of my boxers to cup my balls, giving them a gentle tug. “What was that? I can’t understand you.”
“You-you’re mean.” I closed my eyes tighter as she abandoned her teasing of my cock head to stroke the length.
“I am mean. Want me to make it up to you?”
I nodded without opening my eyes, concentrating hard on the feeling of her touch on me and not blowing too soon. I felt her hand on my shoulder and let her push me onto my back. I let out a sad little groan when her hands left my skin, but then they hooked into the waistband of my boxers and pulled them off my legs.
I opened my eyes as the heat of her thighs came to rest on the outsides of mine and her bare center nestled against my aching hard-on.
