“So, this is where the magic happens.”
“This is where I sleep, babe.” I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her against my chest. “Never brought another woman here.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Her eyes danced with desire as she watched me lower my mouth to hers, silencing her rebuttal with a deep, demanding kiss. Every touch of her tongue only made my need grow more intense. I wound my hand up to the nape of her neck and tangled my fist in her hair, giving it a slight tug. Her lips opened in a small gasp, giving me even better access to her perfect mouth.
She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me toward her and returning my kiss with fervor. From the start, I had suspected the pull I felt toward her was mutual. Any time we were close, I could feel it lingering under the surface, but I didn’t push. I was patient, and if this kiss was any indication, my efforts had paid off, and she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
“Mmm…” She moaned into my mouth as my free hand grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. That little moan made mycock so hard my jeans could barely constrain me. I could feel a little smile play on her lips as she ground her hips against mine, clearly enjoying my growing arousal.
I kept her head pulled back as I trailed my lips down her throat, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. I heard her breath catch as I reached the nook of her neck and collarbone. For reasons I couldn’t begin to explain, this woman had me on edge. I burned for her, and with every touch, she stoked the fucking fire. She shifted her hips forward, grinding against my ever-hardening cock.
I hungered for more.
More of her little moans.
More of her intoxicating scent.
More of her touch. I wanted my hands on every inch of her. Her face. Her shoulders. Her breasts. Her warm, wet heat. I ran my tongue along the curve of her neck as she moaned, “Luke.”
I took that as my cue to slip off my jacket and tossed it on the dresser.
She immediately reached for the hem of my t-shirt. A sexy smirk crept across her lips as she lifted it over my head and tossed it to the floor. Her pupils grew wide as her gaze burned across my muscular chest and various tattoos, and it was clear from her expression that she liked what she saw.
She slowly slipped off her t-shirt and then her pants. She looked absolutely stunning as she stood there in only a white lace bra and panties. Her eyes remained fixed on mine as I slipped my thumbs in the side of the delicate fabric and eased them down her hips, letting them drop to the floor.
I did the same with her bra, and just like that, she was standing before me, completely bare and ready. I lowered my hand between her legs, gliding the tips of my fingers across her warm, wet pussy. Damn. She was already soaked. She was killing me.
With my free hand, I cupped her breast, brushing the pad of my thumb over her hard nipple. Damn. She was just so fucking perfect. I couldn’t get enough of her. I was like a man on fire as I nipped and sucked along the curve of her neck and slowly made my way down her stomach.
I dropped to my knees as I lifted her left thigh and hooked it over my shoulder. I teased her clit with my tongue before slipping a finger inside, teasing her while I kneaded her clit with my thumb.
It wasn’t long before she fell back on the bed with her arms over her head and her knees spread wide, giving me full access to continue. I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in, clamping my mouth onto her sensitive flesh, while she rode my fingers. Her back arched off the bed, and a broken moan slipped from her lips. “That’s it. Let it go.”
Her breaths grew more rapid.
She was getting close.
I continued nipping and sucking relentlessly as my fingers continued their torturous rhythm. I can’t explain what all her little whimpers and moans did to me. It was the most intoxicating drug I’d ever encountered, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Don’t stop,” she cried out, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to. Twisting her fingers in my hair, she succumbed to her release. She continued to chant curses as she fell into the haze of her release.
Her body grew limp, but I wasn’t done with her yet.
Not even close.
Hell, watching her come undone had me ready to explode. I stood, kicked off my boots, and quickly unfastened my belt. The swish of leather sliding against the denim echoed through the room, drawing her attention to me as I pulled it off and tossed it on the floor.
I looked down at her, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful than her sprawled across the bed, beaming with the afterglow of her orgasm. Her body was like a wonderland, long and lean, with curves in all the right places. I could’ve spent the entire night exploring every fucking inch of her, but I was too impatient for that. I had to be inside her.
Presley was still in a haze from her orgasm, but that didn’t stop her from watching my every move. I fisted my cock, stroking it as she watched. My eyes were locked on her as I whispered, “Been thinking about this since the night you showed up at the Vault.”
“I’ve thought about it, too,” she said softly, as she continued to watch me.
I reached into the bedside table and took out a condom. I was about to slip it on when Presley announced, “You don’t need it. I’m on the pill.”
