“Do it.” My voice is a throaty whisper. “Lose control with me.”
“I shouldn’t—”
“Please.” I don’t care that I’m begging now. I’ll beg all day for him. “Please, Luke. Please—”
Smack.
I hear the sound first, chased by the stinging sensation a split second later, burning on my ass cheek. I jolt with surprise, but that feeling is quickly replaced with another: arousal. Luke just smacked me on the ass, and Ilikedit.
I look at him over my shoulder and he grimaces. “Shit, sorry. That was probably—”
“That was so hot.”
His eyes flash behind his glasses and he does it again, harder.
Smack.
I groan, pressing my forehead to the cool granite of his counter as heat devours me.Whydo I like that so much?
“Fuck.” He presses himself deep, leaning over me so his chest is flush with my back. Sweeping my hair to one side, he kisses the back of my neck. “You turn me on so much. I love how you have no inhibitions with sex.”
I’m too aroused to really process his words. I know I have inhibitions—or rather I did once, before him. But I can’t recall them now. I can’t recall why, or who I was, then. All I can do is try to remember to breathe while he rolls my nipples between his fingers and grinds into me.
“Tell me what you want,” he says against my ear. His voice is so low and commanding it makes me clench around him.
“This. You.”
“No.” He tweaks my nipples harder. “I know you want more. Tell me, baby.”
“I want…” What do I want? “Pull my hair.” The words spill from my mouth without my permission and I cringe, waiting for him to object, to tell me I’ve gone too far. But instead, he grunts in approval.
“Fuck yes.” He straightens up, sliding his hand into my hair at the scalp, tightening it into a fist. “Like that?”
“Yes,” I gasp out. The pain that prickles across my scalp somehow makes the pleasure he’s giving me that much more intense. When he slams into me again, tugging with his hand, heat pours through me from head to toe. “Yes, Luke, yes.”
He keeps one hand on my hip, the other one twisting in my hair as he drills into me, fucking me with abandon. I’m losing track of time and space, feeling myself climb higher, burn brighter, and then—
“Oh, baby—” Luke buries himself deep inside me, releasing a hoarse, broken moan as he reaches his limit. That pushes me over the edge, and I free-fall into oblivion with him. Ecstasy explodes through my body, my legs shake uncontrollably, and I cry out in surrender.
I’m not sure how long it is until I become aware of my surroundings again, but when I do, the kitchen island is digging hard into my stomach and I half laugh, half groan.
Luke untangles his hand from my hair and withdraws from me, disposing of the condom. When I finally straighten up and turn around, he pulls me into his arms, smoothing a hand over my head, tucking a lock of hair behind one ear. “Did you… I mean, I’m sorry if I got there before you…”
“I did,” I say, squeezing him.
He sighs, pressing a sweet kiss to my forehead. “You’re amazing, Harriet.”
“So are you.” My legs are weak and I sway against him. “I can’t even stand now.”
He chuckles and scoops me up into his arms. “Have a shower. I’ll warm up breakfast, then I’m taking you out.”
“Out?”
He carries me through to his bathroom, then sets me down on the tiled floor. “Yeah. We need to get the ring, and there’s something I want to show you.” He passes me a clean towel, pausing to examine my face. “Are you… all good?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
He lifts a shoulder. “I hope you feel okay about everything we just did.”
