I tore open the condom and rolled it on my dick, feeling her gaze all over me, and when I looked up she was tracking my every move, eyes wide, teeth dug intoher bottom lip.
Heat and doubt battled again, and heat won out. She wanted this, and I wanted her.
Mia
The way he was staring at me made me nervous. He was hot as hell, but something simmered behind his liquid gaze, and my brain couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t handlehimwhen I so badly craved the stretching burn of him filling me up.
I lay back and widened my legs again, hoping he’dtake the hint, and he did. Grown-up Luke was apparently as intuitive as his younger self.
He dropped a palm either side of my head. For a moment, I feared he might break my cardinal rule—the one thing keeping me sane in my new-found madness—and kiss me, but he went for my throat once more, and his dick nudged me where I wanted it most.
Nudging turned to edging, then a sure slow strokeas he slid inside me. Stars exploded. He filled the void inside me, and pleasure I couldn’t describe arched my back from the bed. Fromhisbed.
The insanity that had carried me over here amped up a notch. I squirmed, desperately seeking more friction. Luke held me down—his grip unyielding, though I knew he’d let me go if I told him to. He stared at my lips, like he knew the battle raging inmy heart, but a split second before I broke, he dipped for my throat again.
Luke had always been a natural in bed. Strength simmered behind every touch, but there was a delicacy too, as though I was his most precious thing, and the conflict in his gaze was meant for someone else. He was fucking me because I’d demanded it of him, and I couldn’t bring myself to contemplate why.
“Mia.”
Don’t say my name.
I screwed my eyes shut and pressed down on his back, urging him on all the while begging him to stop feeling what I was feeling.Please, baby, just fuck me.
Baby. Where the hell was my head at right now? It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Last time he’d set me on fire without engaging my heart, so why was his every touch now—every rough brush of his lips at my throat,every thrust of his hips as he moved inside me—showing me colour when I so badly craved white oblivion?
“Mia. Look at me.”
No.
“Please?”
God, why did he have to say please? My eyes flew open of their own volition, our gazes locked, and I couldn’t escape. Luke fucked me harder, his face a study in control, while beneath him I fell apart. Pleasure rushed through me, finally threateningthe chaos of everything else. My gut told me to close my eyes again, to block him out and ride the wave, but as his breath became ragged and a flush stole across his chest, I had to witness every moment.
Jesus, I’d forgotten how hot he was when he came—when his chiselled features drew together along that fine line of agonising heat. When his low gasps turned to hoarse sounds that made my bloodsing. His rhythm faltered, and the jerky drive of his hips pushed me over the edge. I came with a harsh cry, digging my nails into Luke’s skin, raking them down his torso before I caught myself.
He didn’t seem to notice, lost to his own release. He thrust wildly into me, then he stilled, mouth hung open, and came with a hitched groan.
Every pulse of his cock inside me fuelled more sensation.I shuddered through every moment until he finally withdrew and rolled to his back.
Without the weight of him pinning me to the bed, the fog clouding my brain began to dissipate. Reality bit hard as my blood cooled. I was splayed naked on Luke Daley’s bed, on the cusp of begging him to screw me all over again. It was a new low of idiocy, even for me.
I sat up, keeping my back to him. Myclothes were everywhere and I didn’t relish the prospect of retrieving them, naked, in front of him, but I did it anyway, and sensed his gaze all over me. “Stop staring at me.”
“I’m not.”
“Liar.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
I stepped into my jeans, stuffing my underwear into my pocket in my haste to get the hell away from him. God, I was such an idiot. Fucking around with Luke had beenthe worst idea I’d ever had, and I’d pitched some crazy shit in my time.
“Mia.”
“What?”
“Where are you going?”
