Page 16 of Forgiven


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Except he wasn’t tentative, he was sure of his path, sliding his fingers in and out of me in a stroking rhythm that made my toes curl. Fascinated, I broke eye contact to stare down, counting the beats of pleasure that rippled through me. Tracking his thumb as it edged closer to the knot of nerves that would send metumbling over the edge.

“Good, huh?” Luke’s voice had dropped an octave. “I forgot how much you like to watch.”

He had no right to remember anything about me, about us, and the history he’d walked away from without a backwards glance, but the will to fight him faded as his thumb pressed my clit, circling and teasing, falling into step with his long, precise fingers.

I was so lost.I let go of him and fell back on my hands, my mouth hanging open in a silent groan as I rode his hand, grinding myself on him in a frantic search for more friction. A coil tightened in my stomach, and heat flushed my exposed chest. My thighs quivered, and distantly I raged that he still had this power over me.

But the fury in my heart only added to the fire in my veins. I moaned raggedly andlet my gaze drift to him again. He stared right back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as a hoarse groan rumbled from his chest.

“Mia—”

I didn’t hear him. I ground down on his hand, clenching tight around him, and then I was coming, orgasm ripping through me so absolutely that I could only cling to him, and curse into his beautiful neck.

The pleasure tore me apart. Ragged soundsI didn’t recognise fell from me, and it seemed like it would never stop.

Until it did.

The fire faded, leaving me shaking and weak. My arms slipped from around Luke’s neck, and regret replaced desire, licking at my soul. In my mind I pushed him away. Kicked him across the kitchen and screamed all the things at him I’d never had the chance to a decade ago, but reality was silent...coldas he withdrew from me and backed away.

I brought my legs together, and my skirt slipped into place, even though my underwear was still all kinds of wrong. My feet hit the cool tiles as I slid from the counter and I wondered if I’d have to kick him out.

Stupidly wondered, because leaving me was his fucking party trick.