“You wouldn’t have had to fight,” I admit. “If I’d seen you that day . . . Luke, I was only with Troy because I was trying to get over you.” I think of how differently our lives might have turned out if I’d seen him outside my apartment that day. We’d probably have gotten back together. Gotten married. We might even have kids together.
On the other hand, if I’d seen Luke that day I wouldn’t have Claire and Liam, so I can’t really regret the way things turned out.
“Don’t play the what-if game, Melissa,” Luke says, as though he’s read my mind. “You’ll drive yourself crazy.”
“Yeah. I guess. But Luke . . .”
Before I can finish my thought, Luke leans in and starts kissing my neck, nibbling and kissing until I can barely focus on anything else.
“Are you trying to distract me?” I ask.
“Mmmm,” he mutters. “Is it working?” He reaches down to cup my ass and pull me in closer, and I realize he’s hard again.
“Maybe,” I admit. “But Luke?—”
“How much time do we have?” he interrupts. “Do you have to get back for the kids?”
“They’re sleeping over at my parents’.”
He grunts with satisfaction before turning his attention back to the sensitive spot at the base of my neck.
“Claire might notice if you give me a hickey,” I protest halfheartedly, because whatever he’s doing feels amazing. “And my mom will definitely notice it when I pick the kids up, and?—”
“Wear a turtleneck,” he says unrepentantly.
TWENTY-FIVE
LUKE
I wake up the next morning with Melissa in my bed. To be specific, we’re snuggling spoon fashion, with her back to my chest and my cock nestled against her ass. Despite everything we did last night, I’m ready to go again.
But I don’t want her to wake up yet. I could happily lie here for hours, enjoying the soft scent of her hair. The little sound she sometimes makes when she exhales. The softness of her breast in my hand.
“Umm,” she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep. “Don’t stop.”
I realize I’m squeezing her breast, and as requested, I don’t stop. Her breasts are even bigger than I imagined, and somehow firm and soft at the same time. Lush. Luscious. I play with her nipple, and it hardens between my fingers.
I can’t believe she was worried I’d be disappointed by the sight of her naked.
“How are you feeling?” I ask. We went at it pretty hard last night.
“Good.” She shifts a little, causing her ass to rub against my cock, which gives a twitch of excitement.
“Not sore?”
“Mmmm. No.”
I let my hand drift lower, over the softly rounded curve of her belly, and find her clit. She shivers with pleasure, and I feel that in my cock, too.
I tease her clit for a while before slipping a finger inside her. She’s already drenched. Dripping for me.
“Think you can take me again?” I ask.
“Mmmm,” she murmurs. “Yes, please.”
I quickly roll on a condom—clearly, I’m going to have to buy more—and stretch out beside her again, her back to my front. After teasing her clit a little more, I slip into her from behind.
“Luke!” she exclaims raggedly.
