SIX
SLEEP DEPRIVATION MADE HERLOSE her mind. That was the only plausible explanation for her behavior. She’d gone from fighting with Luke for dragging her off the jobsite like a caveman to letting him strip her naked, drop her into the tub and make her come. Something was seriously wrong with her. Maybe the near death experience short-circuited her brain. Nothing else made her crazy behavior make sense.
But having Luke take care of her felt so good. She’d started to feel almost human again. He’d been commanding, moving her into the bath, stripping her clothes without giving her a chance to hide or react, but at the same time tender and sweet. He washed her hair like she was someone precious and then used his hands to make her come so hard she’d screamed his name.
Having his hands on her felt so good. She couldn’t help but think about how amazing it would feel to have his mouth on her. His cock inside her. She hadn’t forgotten how he said he’d make her beg him to fuck her or the confidence in his tone that said he knew she would.
She wasn’t going to let it happen. She’d had every intention of keeping her distance. He’d blown all her plans away in the heat of his touch. It still wasn’t enough. Instead of keeping him at arm’s length, she’d asked him to stay with her.
Claire didn’t ask for help. She never had. She carried her own burdens and made her own luck. Something about being taken care of by Luke made her realize just how alone she’d been. Now that she knew the difference, she couldn’t seem to go back to the way things were.
“Please, Luke, stay with me. Just for a little while.”
Part of her expected him to go anyway. She wasn’t sure what it was they were doing. The whole thing had been uncharted territory for her, and she wasn’t sure what he’d gotten out of it.
His expression looked pained, but he didn’t leave. He sat on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the wet cotton off a chest so sculpted and tight it made her mouth water. Instead of climbing under the covers with her, he lay on top of the duvet in his slacks and socks, rolling onto his side to face her.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said, smoothing his hand over her forehead. “I’ll hold up the world for a while so you can rest. Don’t worry; just sleep. I’ve got this.”
He wrapped his arms around her, tucking her against his chest and anything she’d been thinking fled in the warmth and strength of his touch. Claire snuggled into the downy soft covers, letting her heavy eyes drift closed. Nestled against the warm man murmuring reassurances in her ear, she fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
HE WASSTILL there when she woke. Judging by the light or lack of light coming through the window it was sometime in the middle of the night, and Luke had changed his slacks for boxer briefs and crawled under the covers with her. The man was a furnace. Heat came off of him in waves, and his body wrapped around her kept her tucked into a warm pocket of soft down and hard man.
His arm was wrapped around her waist, and his fingers splayed across her ribcage, the tips barely grazing the underside of her breast. She stretched and his arm tightened around her. There was something so tender about knowing that he wanted to hold onto her even while he slept. It was more intimate than they’d been despite the time in the tub. Something more suited to long terms lovers than a quick hook up.
Claire pushed that uncomfortable thought aside along with everything else she had to worry about. A little sleep had done her a world of good, and even though she didn’t have any answers, she knew she didn’t need to pick up the burdens that waited for her in the middle of the night. They could wait until morning. Right now, she wanted to give Luke back some of the pleasure he’d given her.
Careful not to wake him, she turned in his arms and inched her way down his body, trailing kisses along the thin line of hair that ran from his chest into his waistband. She nuzzled the outline of his cock, already semi erect through the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. When she opened her mouth over the tip and exhaled, blowing her hot breath into the fabric, he groaned and reached for her, tangling his fingers in her still damp hair.
“God, if this is a dream, do not wake me up.”
Her laughter vibrated against him, and she felt his cock grow under her mouth until the tip jutted out of the waistband of his briefs. Using the tip of her tongue, she licked a bead of precum from the slitted head of his cock. His fingers tightened in her hair, and he urged her to take him in her mouth. She tugged on the elastic waistband, and he lifted his hips enough to let her work the briefs down to his thighs, freeing his massive cock, heavy, hard, and begging to be sucked.
She wrapped her lips around the head and slid down his length, hollowing her cheeks and taking as much of him as she could into her mouth.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it. Just like that.” He tugged her hair, urging her to take more of him. She exhaled, relaxing her throat, working him deeper inch by inch. When she was as far down his length as she could handle, she held still and used the wide flat blade of her tongue to stroke the underside of his shaft. Holding the base of his cock tight in one hand, she started to move, sliding her mouth up and down the length of him while she sucked. His groans of pleasure coupled with the reflexive way his hands fisted in her hair had her body going slick with arousal.
Having such a powerful man coming apart under her hands and mouth was intoxicating. When he tugged on her, trying to move her up his body, she resisted for a moment, loving the feeling of the silk covered steel length of him against her tongue.
“Jesus, Claire. Fuck, I can’t hold on much longer. I want to touch you.” He grabbed her shoulders and urged her up his body, bending to claim her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath and had her melting against him. He rolled her onto her back, his mouth never leaving hers and wedged himself between her legs, his hard cock, riding the slick seam of her body.
She was so ready for him. She wanted him –needed him buried deep inside of her, but he inched away, kissing along her jaw and down her throat to her collar bone. He licked the hollow between her breasts and nipped and licked his way to her nipple. He blew across it and the tender bud pebbled tight. Then he wrapped his lips around her and drew the tight peak into his hot mouth, and her back bowed with pleasure. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him to her breast while he suckled her, molding her nipple with his lips and tongue. He repeated the process with her other breast, and by the time he kissed his way across her stomach, she wanted him inside her so desperately, she was willing to do anything – including beg – to get him to fuck her.
“Luke, please God, fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” She tugged on his hair trying to get him to move but he just chuckled.
“Sweet Claire, are you begging me to fuck you?” He looked up at her with such heat, such hunger, his eyes molten dark pools in the moonlight, and she nodded, unable to speak past the desire forming a lump in her throat. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’m going to taste you first and then after you come again, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget everything but the feel of my cock filling you, stretching you, making you come. Now, open for me.”
His words and the command in his voice made her stomach flip in anticipation and ribbons of desire curl tight deep inside her. He stroked the insides of her thighs, using his strong, masculine hands to push her knees up and out, opening her body to his gaze.
“Hold your knees for me,” he said, and she complied without thought. Her entire world narrowed to the feeling of his breath blowing across the damp folds of her sex and the ache inside her body. Using his thumbs, he spread her lips, and then he licked her, tracing up one side of her clit and then the other with wide flat strokes. Her hands dug into the soft flesh above her knees desperate to anchor herself to something while he tortured her with his mouth.
He wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and sucked, drawing the tender bundle of nerves into his mouth. She thought she’d fly apart, fracture with the pleasure of his mouth on her. Then he slid two thick fingers deep inside her and she did, shuddering and bucking as the climax rocketed through her body. He flicked his tongue over her clit with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain while he curled his fingers and stroked, drawing out the last of her orgasm.
He kept going even when the pleasure became so intense, so overwhelming she was practically weeping, crying out between her gasps for breath.
“Please Luke, please Luke, please Luke.” She sobbed his name like a chant and finally when she didn’t think she could take any more, he knelt between her spread legs and rolled a condom down his length. He palmed her ass, lifting her hips to angle her body to him. The head of his cock pressed against her opening, and she whimpered, a high needy sound. With one smooth movement, he thrust into her hard, sinking so deep she felt the heavy weight of his balls against her ass.
He froze, his body wedded with hers and they looked at each other in the moonlight, overwhelmed by the sensation of their bodies finally joined. She searched his face in the dim light of the room, losing herself in the deep dark pools of his eyes. He kept his gaze locked on hers and then he started to move and her world erupted, splintering into a million pieces.
