The excitement of getting to try scuba diving with enormous sea turtles is something I never even dreamed of experiencing. Doing it with Luke is even more surreal.
He takes off his jeans, folding them up and placing them with his shirt on a small love seat.
The fact that I’m suddenly shy about taking off my dress is almost comical, considering that the first time we met, it was the first thing I did. It’s different now. He knows me, and I don’t have any liquid courage.
He slowly walks over to me, brushing his fingers over the skin on my arm. Tremors run up my body as his hand trailsdown to lift the hem of my dress. His eyes don’t leave mine until the fabric blocks my vision. I close my eyes as he takes it off.
I suck in a breath when he touches my skin, starting with my waistline and traveling up to my chest.
“I’ve had the worst month of my life without you.” His voice is a throaty whisper, caressing my skin along with his fingertips. “I acted insane. I’ve hardly been to work because I couldn’t stand seeing your empty desk. I can’t sleep because I wonder what you’re doing. I finally went fully psychotic and bought a taxi.”
My eyes are still closed, my senses focusing on his exploring hands and addictive voice. “A taxi?”
He reaches around my back to remove my bra. “Yes. So I could park outside your new job, the nursing home, grocery store, wherever you were...to watch you. I know the FBI said the threat was neutralized, but I wanted to be sure.”
He hesitates for a moment, and I hold the oxygen in my lungs while I wait.
“But it was...more than that. I missed you. So much. I should’ve come to you sooner and told you about Steelhart, but I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me, and...you’re better off without me in your life and the chaos I bring.”
My eyes open to see the vulnerability shining in his.
“I missed you too, Luke. I wasn’t sure what to believe...I never thought you were a murderer, but then I wondered why the FBI would lie to me about it. I almost called you so many times, but then...I figured you had maybe seen me as just a hook-up.”
Admitting the insecurity I’ve been harboring since we met at Divine Taste makes my stomach twist in knots. Confidence is more attractive, and Luke has it in spades.
A half-smile forms on his lips, and he reaches his hand up to brush my hair away from my face, cradling my jaw. “You were never ‘just a hook-up,’ Kate. I’ve been enthralled with yourwit, your humor, your beauty, and every tiny detail that is Kate Dawson. Don’t ever doubt my love or desire for you. I’m sorry I ever made you feel that way.”
I smile back at him, biting into my bottom lip as I nod. He lifts me into his arms again, laying me down on the sofa where he placed our clothes. He trails tiny kisses over my entire body again, focusing on the sensitive places until I think I might explode. His lips find the peak of my nipple, kissing and sucking on each one before moving on.
“Every. Tiny. Detail,” he murmurs, acting it out.
My heart is overwhelmed with the emotions rattling inside it, and I need to be closer to him. He’s trailing kisses down to my navel.
I tug on his head, bringing him up to face me. “I need more.”
He grins, reaching into his pants pocket to pull out a square foil. “I was very optimistic about how the turtle idea would affect you.”
I laugh at his words, but it dies down as I watch him roll it over his erection, my lips parting. He grips the base of his cock and rubs it in circles around my entrance. His eyes don’t leave mine as the moment intensifies, the sound of the water and our breathing filling the background.
When he pushes inside me, it’s slower, more intimate and emotional this time. More than it ever was before.
My insides squeeze around him. I grip his shoulders, gazing up at him. I’m obsessed with his movements and every tiny whisper of affection in my ear.
“You destroy me in these little dresses you wear. Always so short.”
I wrap my legs around him, and he completes me in every way. Our bodies start to perspire with our frantic movements. He nibbles on my earlobe, and my fingernails scratch over his back. His skin and his smell are all I can focus on.
He reaches down between us to circle my clit with his thumb. I’m overwhelmed with every sensation, the nerve endings in my body simmering like hot coals. I writhe underneath him, moaning his name.
“Luke, Luke . . .”
“Yes, baby. I’ve missed your body. I’ve missed the way your pussy clenches around me. You feel fucking amazing.”
We reach our orgasm together. I cry out as the tidal wave of pleasure surges through me, tensing my muscles around him. He holds on to me through the last seconds of pleasure, hips pressing into me as he thrusts with each pulse. I can feel his cock jerking inside me as he spills his seed. He peppers kisses over my shoulder, sucking on my skin.
He pulls back. “I hope you know I intend to take you on a standard dinner date, anywhere you want to go.”
I nod, eyes watering up again.This is too good to be true.
