His eyes land on my center while mine stay locked on hisface. I’m trying to memorize the way his eyes are drinking me in because no man has ever looked at me like this before. Like a man ready to devour his next meal.
I watch Luke’s eyes darken as he continues tracing my body up to my chest. He takes his time, unhurried and intent.
He exhales a long breath like he’s been holding it this entire time, his jaw tightening as his gaze lands on my nipple piercings. I’m rocking barbells here in Sweden, one red and the other blue for good luck. Superstitions and what not.
“Fuck, Charlie.”The words are rough as they leave his lips and he drags his hand down his face, his eyes never leaving my chest.
Slowly I glide my hands up my stomach until I lightly graze the underside of my breasts. I move my fingertips up to my nipples and brush them against my piercings.
Luke licks his lips and it gives me the confidence to ask the same question I asked him last night.
“Like what you see, Luke?”
My fingers continue to move slowly over my piercings as I wait for him to answer.
“I fucking love what I see.”
He takes a step, meaning we're only inches apart now, close enough that I can see the way his chest heaves up and down. He’s mesmerized by the way my hands are playing with my nipples so I decide to drop one down between my legs.
Pushing a finger inside myself I moan loudly, “Oh fuck, Luke. I’m so wet.”
My head is thrown back now, eyes closed in ecstasy, as I work my finger inside myself, picking up speed as my orgasm builds.
Never in my life have I gotten myself off in front of a man, but with Luke standing in front of me, looking at me likethat, I feel sexier than I ever have before.
“Slower.”
Luke’s tone is commanding, demanding my full attention.
I snap my head to look, my mouth dropping at the sight before me. My movements freeze because I don’t want to miss a second of what I think is about to happen.
Luke slowly removes his wool coat, tossing it on the chair next to him, but his eyes don’t leave where my hand is working between my legs.
“I said, slower. Not stop.”
Holy fuck he sounds sexy as hell. With no choice but to oblige, I slowly start moving my finger in and out of myself again but keep my eyes trained on the gorgeous man stripping in front of me.
As he grabs the hem of his sweater and pulls it over his head, his undershirt lifts the slightest bit exposing his rock hard abs hiding underneath.
Whoever said curlers had dad bods did not know Lucas Morgan.
Just a glimpse at what he’s hiding beneath all those clothes causes me to pick up speed again, this time circling my clit with my wet fingers.
“Don’t you dare come, Charlie.”
I’m too worked up and close so I slam my eyes shut and ignore him, continuing the circles, seeking my release.
Just as I’m about to explode, his hand is on mine, halting my movements.
My eyes fly open and his are inches away from mine, full of heat and desire.
“I said… Not. Yet.”
Being the defiant woman I am, I’ve never been any good at listening to men. I bark out my retort. “Why not? Are you actually going to man up and do it yourself?”
Luke’s nostrils flare but I don’t back down. His eyes seer into mine, before abruptly dropping to my lips.
“Fuck it.”
