After a beat, he opens his eyes. “Uh, yeah.” He takes my face gently and pulls me to my feet. “I just didn’t want to finish in your mouth. I want to be inside you when I do that.” He kisses me and I smile against his lips.
“You want to be inside me?”
He nods, his glazed eyes making him look drugged with lust.
“Okay.” I take a deep breath, summoning my courage. I know what I want, and I’m going to damn well ask for it. I want him like I fantasized in the shower. I want him to take me right here.
Sliding my underwear down, I kick it off and turn so I’m facing the kitchen island, just like in my fantasy. Then I reach for Luke’s hand, placing it on my hip. “Like this.” I lean forward, lowering my top half across the counter. The granite is cool through Luke’s T-shirt, my breasts pressed against the hard surface, my ass up in the air. I can’t believe I’m here, with the bright light of day streaming in through the sheer curtains, exposing myself in such a vulnerable position. But I don’t feel vulnerable or exposed. I feel bold. I feel exhilarated.
Behind me, Luke lets out a low groan. “Jesus Christ, Harriet. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined doing this to you?”
My breath comes out in a stutter. I’ve wanted this ever since my time in the shower. Ever since he stood behind me here a week ago, on the brink of losing control. Maybe I can make him lose control now.
He drops to his knees behind me, hands on the backs of my thighs, spreading me. Then he slides his tongue over the slick heat between my legs.
Oh—my—
My knees collapse beneath me. No one has done that from this angle before. It feels so much naughtier for some reason, and that makes me love it more.
He works his tongue over me until I’m a panting, heaving mess on his counter, then he rises to his feet and ducks out of the room. A second later, he’s back—sweatpants gone, shirt off—rolling on a condom.
He steps behind me, lifting me up off the counter a little, slipping his hands up under the shirt I’m wearing to grasp my waist. Then he leans forward, speaking softly into my ear. “You okay?”
“I’ll be better once you’re inside me,” I mutter, squeezing my thighs together with impatience. I reach across the counter and grab his glasses, handing them back to him. “Wear these.”
“Seriously?”
I turn to look at him. “Seriously.”
He hesitates, then takes the glasses, sliding them up his nose.
Hellyes—there’s my sexy nerd.
“You look so fucking hot with those on.” I turn back to the counter and lift my ass up for him.
“Good to know,” he says with a chuckle, positioning himself at my entrance. His hands skate around to cup my breasts and he pinches my nipples between his forefinger and thumb. Heat zips down my middle, culminating in a hot pulse between my legs.
Then, without warning, he pushes into me.
“Oh—fuck,” I cry. Pleasure invades me, rolling through me in a wave that pulls me under. I can’t breathe, I can’t think—I can only feel.
Luke lets out a harsh breath behind me, placing his hands on my lower back and nudging so I fall forward again. Then he grasps my hips and draws all the way out before thrusting back in. We both moan as he fills me perfectly.
“Ever since you bent over this counter last week,” he growls, building up his pace, “I’ve wanted you here. Just like this.”
“Me too,” I admit, closing my eyes and giving into the sensation of him taking me just how he wants me. I can’t explain it; even though he’s in control of me right now, I’ve never felt more free.
His hands squeeze my hips. “You really thought about it?”
“I did,” I pant. “I made myself come thinking about it.”
He makes a rough, guttural sound. His thrusts become more shallow and when I glance back at him, he’s looking down, watching himself fuck me.
Holy… I can’t even…
“Oh my God.” My eyes roll back and I let my head drop again. “This is…”
“I know,” he grits out behind me. “You make me crazy, Harriet. You make me want to lose control.”
