I’m dazed with pleasure as he works his tongue on me, slowly and skillfully. My hands go to his head and thread into his hair, my hips rocking up to meet the movements of his mouth. When I look down, he lifts his mouth away and slides two fingers into me, watching as they move in and out, before lowering his tongue again.
I nearly combust. Heat licks across my skin, concentrating in a ball of burning energy low in my abdomen. My hands grasp at the sheets, tightening into fists, my thighs pressing together around his head. But he pins me down, holding me in place while he brings me to the edge. I let out a broken whimper, throwing my head back on the bed as I’m lost in sensation.
It takes me a moment to come down from the high and catch my breath. How on earth did he manage to do that to me so quickly when no other man has even come close?
He pulls himself up until he’s sitting back on his heels, admiring me spread out on his bed. His eyes drink in my naked skin, absorbing every freckle, every curve, every scar—there’s a few of those. I’ve never been in this position, this exposed—not with the lights on—but I actually feel okay. Under Luke’s gaze, I not only feel comfortable, I feel good. I feel alive.
“You are so unbelievably sexy,” he says, unbuckling his belt. Delight sings through me at his words.
“So are you.” I drag myself up to sitting, reaching forward to unzip his jeans. “Especially like this,” I add, loving the way his breath hitches as I wrap my hand around the hard heat of him. I want to give him what he just gave me. I want to get down on my knees and take him into my mouth until I make him incoherent with pleasure. But the truth is, I don’t know how to do that. Not well, at least. And I’m too scared to try.
Instead, I watch as he stands, shucks his pants, and rolls on a condom. He climbs back over me and positions himself between my legs, pausing to lean down and press his lips to mine. As he kisses me, my need for him grows again until I’m physically aching to feel him inside me. I’ve never felt a need so intense, and it’s only made worse as he continues to take his damn time.
The word “please” flies out of my mouth before I can stop it and I wince, waiting for him to laugh.
But he just gives a sexy grunt, his eyes hazy as he pushes into me. His low moan reverberates against my lips and I wrap my legs around him, drawing him in as deep as I can. Every atom in my body pulses with ecstasy.
“God,” Luke rasps. “You feel even better than you did on the plane.”
I give a satisfied sigh in response. This isn’t like the plane at all—it’s slower, more intentional. I’m trying to map the feel of every muscle in his back as he moves over me, the delicious scratch of his scruff against my collarbone. I want to memorize every one of his sounds, the way his skin tastes salty but his mouth tastes sweet—tastes like, well,him.
He’s taking his time, too; lips traversing my neck, my jaw, then coming back to mine. His movements are careful and measured, his expression is one of concentration. Maybe he’s trying to mentally record everything as well.
Once will never be enough.
The thought I was fighting earlier comes back in full force. I try to push it away, but it’s insistent. I need to make every second count.
My tongue slips out and traces the shell of his ear. He groans into my neck, pressing himself deeper, so I do it again before sucking his earlobe into my mouth.
Lifting himself up, he draws all the way out of me. I’m hollow with the loss of him, surprised by the sudden and shocking sense of emptiness, and a little gasp of frustration escapes my lips.
He looks away self-consciously, his cheeks turning pink. “I, uh, just need a minute.”
Oh.
I take the chance to enjoy the view of his sexy chest and sculpted shoulders. He’s just pure, firm muscle under smooth, soft skin. I could kiss every single inch of him and never get enough.
I glance away, trying to ignore the disappointment building behind my breastbone. Once this is over, that’s it. That will have to be enough.
Before I can dwell any more on that thought, Luke leans down and slowly sinks back inside me. My body eagerly welcomes him, as if he’s been gone for an eternity rather than only a few seconds. Then he holds himself over me, giving a cautious roll of his hips, watching as I writhe beneath him.
“Deeper,” I urge, wrapping my legs around him, tugging him down against my skin. I grab his ass and pull until he’s buried inside me.
“Oh my God.” His breath rushes out against my lips. “Do you know how amazing you feel?”
I don’t get the chance to answer, because when he grinds into me hard, my mind empties. His hips move again in strong, deep thrusts, and something primal awakens inside me. I claw at his back, panting into his skin and biting his shoulder as heat blazes down through my center.
His lips move to mine and his kiss becomes urgent, his moans spilling right onto my tongue. He slides one hand down to the slickness where our bodies are joined, touching me until I’m frenzied and whimpering. And when he rasps, “Come for me, Harriet,” the inferno inside me erupts. Pleasure bursts from my core—nuclear, white-hot. I cry out, but it’s swallowed by his mouth, by his own raw, gasping groan as he joins me in release.
When I finally come to, we’re a mess of tangled limbs and broken breaths and sweat. My heart is going a million miles an hour, and as Luke withdraws and rolls off beside me, I feel hollow.
I try to stay in my body—to focus on the warm, pleasant sensations humming through me—but my mind won’t obey. My thoughts come crashing in, reminding me what Luke and I agreed.
Just once.
We’ve done that now. It’s over. It was amazing—hell, if I thought the plane was good, that was nothing compared to this—but that’s it. Mission complete, return to base. We did what we said we’d do, and now we go back to focusing on the wedding. We go back to how things were before.
Even if that’s the last thing I want to do.
