“Well, I did say you’d get the bedroom for the second half of the trip,” I reminded him, tilting my head and letting my fingers brush my neck in the most casual way I could manage. His smile came slow and breathtaking, curling at the corners until it unraveled me completely.
“And I told you I’d keep my promise.” He pulled me closer, hands squeezing my hips, a darker look on his face.
“So that was your plan all along?”
“No plan, just... a whimsical thought.” I squirmed against him, feeling the contents of his pants. “Oh, my little bee, spell out this,” he murmured before cupping my face with his palmsand crashing his lips onto mine. Desperately, thirsty and with need. I touched his forearms, veins popping out like crazy. Similar to what guys usually have after a long workout, which we technically had.
His arms landed on my waist, wrapping his fingers in the straps of my panties, yanking them hard. He uttered a moan in my mouth, which I swallowed greedily.
“I thought I’d gotten rid of these earlier.” In one swift move they were gone, his mouth never leaving mine. My bare skin met the cold surface while the rest of my body was on fire.
His hands slid under my (I mean his) shirt, and I pressed into them. Luke slowly lowered me onto the counter I’d previously dreamt of having him on, and watched him lick his thumb before pressing it between my thighs, tracing slow, torturous circles. I almost finished right there, right then.
“I can’t believe I’m here... with you in my arms for the second time tonight. Am I still dreaming?” His eyes followed his movements as I lay shamelessly before him on the kitchen counter like a bloody steak, but I wasn’t afraid to be displayed for him like that. I was his, if only for a couple of nights. And for the first time in months, years, I felt alive.
“Should I make you come like this?” he teased me mercilessly until I couldn’t breathe normally anymore.
“I think... I think you should do whatever you want,” I gasped, unable to decide. Everything he did made me want him more.
“Uff, honey, that’s some dangerous territory. I don’t think you should speak such careless things in my presence.” His grip tightened, thumb pressing deeper as he traced an inch lower. I grabbed his left arm, holding my hip, and used it as leverage to make my hips writhe toward him, as he circled my entrance, never fully entering. I’d never wanted to come like this in my life.
“But since you asked.” He pulled me up effortlessly. I felt like a piece of meat, but in a good way. My feet touched the ground, my front fully sliding against his, my head dizzy.
I was turned around and bent over the counter, my legs spread wide, and the shirt lifted. His warm hands trailed from my neck down, exploring me. He teased me, barely pushing in before withdrawing. He grunted in pleasure.
In. Out. In. Out. Five, six, seven, eight... Counting helped with my inability to exist at the moment, kept me tethered to something besides the sensation. Each thrust came with a firm squeeze of my ass, his fingers gripping like his mouth might.
Then, without warning, he buried himself deep inside me. I gasped, my grip slipping as I violently scrambled to hold onto the counter. I felt him crash into me again and again, every thrust becoming stronger, going deeper. I cried out. I never knew I needed this.
“This is what I imagined the first night we were here.” He wrapped my hair around his fist, arching me toward him. And just as I was about to come, he stopped. I think I screamed. I wasn’t sure.
“Why do you keep doing that?” I fell back on the counter, my voice trembling between frustration and need.
“Because I finally can.” His hands teasing, controlling. Squeezing me in all the right places. “Because you drive me fucking insane.” His fingers trailed my spine, slowly carving their way under my skin. Into my life. “Because I can never unsee you.”
Why? How?
Luke leaned in and whispered, “Because you said you wanted me to do whatever I wanted.” A whimper escaped me. Torture, this was actual torture. “And this is what I want.”
Then he pinned me beneath him, one hand cupping my breast, the other sneaking between my legs from the front,spreading me with his fingers. I tried to wiggle under him, but he held me with his steel-strong biceps. I gave up very quickly.
“Now, you move with me,” he breathed against my ear, biting my earlobe as he thrust in me. Slow at first, then harder. He managed to find an angle where he could kiss me from the side, swallowing every last one of my moans as our bodies synced.
At last, when there was not a single scrap of doubt how much my body needed him and no possible way of hiding it, Luke spilled inside me, his voice rough as he called my name against my neck. My teeth sank into his arm from the pleasure tearing through me in unstoppable waves, and strength drained from me, leaving only bliss. If I died now, this would be the way to go. He should just leave me here on the counter, naked from the waist down and finished as I’d ever be.
But he didn’t leave me. He gathered me in his arms like the useless bone jelly I was and carried me to bed.
Yeah... this was a damn good birthday, I can tell you that.
30
Hazel
The morning was peaceful but hot. I wanted to stay in Luke’s embrace as long as possible, but I was sticky in all the wrong places. I was sure he’d wake up, but once I stepped out of the shower, he was still peacefully asleep. I didn’t have the heart to wake him.
In the kitchen, I was making a cup of coffee when my phone rang. Who on earth would call me at this hour? It was barely 3 AM in New York. Mady’s name appeared on the screen, FaceTiming me.
“Hi! It’s the middle of the night. Why are you up?”
