“Good.” I straightened up and offered him my keys. “Now come inside.”
In Gus’s dark kitchen, I moved automatically towards the kettle, even though I’d never madeLuke a cup of tea in my life. I sensed his presence behind me, but his hands at my hips, turning me around, and lifting me onto the counter, still shocked me.
His stare rattled me too. Luke’s face could be sweet when he wanted it to be, but his natural expression had kept anyone from ever fucking with him over the years. He was one of those dudes you just knew was strong and fast, and wouldlay you out before you ever got close to landing a punch on him. At least, that’s how I assumed other people felt. Luke didn’t scare me, even as he continued to deadeye me.
I opened my legs, smirking as he stepped naturally between them, his palms dropping either side of me, caging me. “What do you want?”
“Does it matter?”
Did it? I couldn’t quite decide, though the bulge in his jeansgave him away regardless of whether I chose to indulge him. Indulgemyself—after all, he was here because I’d asked him to be, and now I was trapped in his arms with no real wish to escape.
Damn him.
I gazed at him, biting my lip as I got lost in his earnest eyes, strong jaw, and cheekbones I wanted to run my tongue over. He had long lashes too, so long he’d have been pretty were it notfor the masculinity that oozed from every pore.
Dear God, what are we doing?
Like he’d heard my internal chaos, Luke leaned down, his lips inches from mine. “What doyouwant, Mia?”
Anything. Everything. But above all I wanted—needed—him to quench the thirst in my body, the craving I’d carried for ten long years that no other man had ever been able to satisfy. I’d lived with it forso long it had become a second skin, but now, with Lukesoclose, I couldn’t take it any longer.
I gripped his chin, my fingers digging into his face. “Make me come, then get the hell out.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
For a long moment I thought he would refuse, then he closed the remaining distance between us, and his mouth was suddenly at the base of my throat. His tongue. His teeth. My headfell back, granting him better access, and a shuddery moan escaped me, taking with it the very top layer of years of pent-up tension. I leaned back on my hands, gripping the countertop to keep myself from sliding against him, into him, and wrapping myself around him like a flame on a matchstick.
Luke ravaged my neck, and his hands roamed my body as I clawed his unyielding shoulders. My coatslipped away, and the silky top I wore beneath was no match for him. He pushed it up, exposing my abdomen, and then my bra.
He stepped back to gaze at me, robbing me of his devilish assault on my neck.
Breathing hard, I jerked my chin at him. “Done already?”
“Shut up.”
The fire in his eyes went straight to my belly, tendrils spreading through the rest of my body like molten, runninglava. I spread my legs wider and freed my breasts from my bra just enough so my nipples puckered in the cool night air.
He licked his lips. His eyes had always been hypnotic, but they were bottomless now, and I was swimming in the deep end, fighting to stay afloat, but at the same time not fighting at all. I wanted this. I wanted him. Right now. Just once.
Luke cupped my breasts and broughtone to his mouth. His lips closed around my nipple, and a startled yelp burst from my chest. No man had ever tapped into the Aladdin’s Cave of pleasure points in my breasts like he had. After all these years I’d almost forgotten how good he was at it.Almost. As he swirled his tongue and gently bit down, my body arched into him, pressing me against the arousal constrained in his jeans.
I achedto touch him. To close my fingers around him, squeeze him, take him in my mouth, inside me, and milk him dry. I couldn’t describe what stopped me, and Luke didn’t seem to care that he was clearly as turned on as me. Didn’t seem to care about anything except laying the foundations of an earth-shattering release with his talented tongue while his hand moved between my legs.
He shoved my skirtup and made short work of yanking my underwear aside. His fingers grazed where I wanted them most, a feather-light touch when my body was screaming out for so much more.
As if he’d heard the moan I suppressed, he gripped my face with his other hand, forcing me to look at him. “This what you want? My fingers inside you?”
Torn between begging and throat-punching him, I settled for yankinghim impossibly closer and biting his neck. “I already told you what I want.”
Luke made a low sound, and heat rushed through me. The air around us thickened, and I was suddenly hyperaware of his rough stubbled jaw and the silky hair at the nape of his neck.
I wanted to bury my face in it. Nuzzle his skin. Breathe him in—
He slid a finger inside me, mercifully steering me away from apath that led nowhere good. I gasped. “God, yes. Like that.”
Luke’s breathing hitched in time with mine, his face hidden by his bent neck.Unacceptable.My thighs clenched and I gave into temptation, carding my fingers into his hair once more and tugging so I could see him properly. He gazed back at me and the years fell away. We were sixteen again and his tentative fingers were inside myvirgin self while we both trembled at the thought of what would come next.
