“Maybe because you keep torturing me right before I come.”
My answer stunned him for a moment, but he recovered quickly.See? Not so innocent.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Speaking of which... what exactly were you thinking about when you pleasured yourself the other night?”
My jaw dropped. Heat rushed through me so fast it felt like every inch of my skin had turned into molten lava. My brain scrambled for words that didn’t exist.
“No, no, no,” I gasped, pressing my hands to my face. “Oh my God.” I could practically feel steam rising from my cheeks.
He laughed, low and warm, sliding his hands over mine, gently prying my fingers from my eyes. I ducked my head instinctively, pressing my face into my palms again, but themore I tried to shrink away, the more he leaned in, enjoying every second of my solar-system–sized embarrassment.
“Oh, no, sweetie,” he murmured, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth. “You have nothing to hide.” His gaze caught mine, steady and teasing all at once, his thumbs stroking my wrists, holding me in place. “Was it me? Tell me it was me.”
Of course, it was him. Living rent-free in my pants for the last week.
He leaned in, lips trailing my neck. My body automatically responded, and I expelled a small groan. His tongue glided across my skin, his palm slowly reaching for my chest.
Another groan. This time from him.
“Was it me?” he pressed, digging into my memories and my skin.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“What was that?” He pushed aside my bra and took my nipple into his mouth, teasing me senselessly. I shifted, but his arms held me tightly.
“Yes. Okay?” I almost yelled out. “It was you. I didn’t know...” He groaned against my skin, his smile curling. “...I wanted it so much.” I closed my eyes in pleasure, vibration penetrating my skin and filling me from inside.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear this morning.” He stepped back, and I felt the loss immediately.
That’s not fair,I screamed inside my head. He was still holding me, but with an unnecessary distance between us. We were both panting, our gazes locked. Luke slid his fingers through his hair, trying to ease the tension.
“Coffee, then head downstairs?” I finally said. He nodded.
While he took care of the mess, I prepared him coffee.
“I still can’t believe you gave me that,” I said, inspecting the balloon arch’s wild color palette in the middle of the room.
“Everybody deserves a balloon arch at least once in their life.”
“Haveyouever had one?”
“Not yet. I’m still young.” He grinned with his big smile and flirty attitude.
Half an hour later, we headed downstairs, still laughing about Luke’s failed attempt to talk with a shop owner in Portuguese since he didn’t speak any English. The accent was something to behold.
“Well, hello there,” Norah greeted, smiling widely. Even though we hadn’t planned to tell anyone, I felt exposed. Like they already knew.
“Morning,” Luke said, heading to the fridge, calm and laid-back.
“Where’s everyone?”
“Alex and Logan went to town. Summer and Ethan are on a romantic boat trip or something,” Norah replied.
“How’d you sleep, birthday girl?” Ava asked, eyeing me.
Oh no. I was a terrible liar.
Luke closed the fridge with a cheeky smile, suggesting he wanted to know the answer to it as well. I cleared my throat.
