“Shit, when did I bite you?” Concern laces his tone as he turns me around, fingers brushing lightly against my skin as he starts to catalog all the marks blooming on my skin. His brows furrow. “I was too rough.”
I lean up on my tiptoes and nudge my wet nose with his. “It was perfect.” He doesn’t seem convinced as his eyes continue to survey every square inch of my body. I dig my fingers into his hair and bring him down to my lips. He softens slightly, but I can still feel the tension in his body. “But more importantly,” I say, waiting until his eyes meet mine, “it was exactly what I asked for. Thank you for listening to me and trusting that I knew my limits.”
He shakes his head. “You give me too much credit. You weren’t in my head. God, the things I said to you…”
“You will be saying again and again if I have things my way.”
And I mean it.
I’ve never had someone talk to me that way during sex. To the point where I was sure I was going to orgasm from his words alone. But damn am I glad he delivered with his entire body as well.
His lips twitch. “You liked that, huh?”
I shrug nonchalantly as I step into the water, making sure to avoid getting my hair wet. He watches me rinse, and I swear he’s trying to follow the trail of every drop of water on my body at once. “See something you like, Coach?” I taunt.
He hauls me out of the water and presses me up against the warm shower wall as he chuckles. “Oh, my sweet Daisy girl. You don’t know what you’ve done. Go ahead, keep teasing me. Because now that we’ve crossed that line, there will be no chance in hell of you ever waking up without my hands, face, or cock between your legs. I don’t care if I need to steal your brother’s jet so you can fly across the country to every away game. I don’t think I’m capable of ever waking up without you lying naked in my bed.”
He trails kisses down my neck and places an extra gentle one over the spot where I know he’s left a mark.
“You say that, but something tells me you’re a big softie and you’re just jonesing for a cuddle.”
He perks up. “With you? Always. Actually, I’d like to make an amendment to my previous statement. I want to wake up wrapped around you every morning. Hear your little kitten snores as you burrow into me and stick your cold feet on my legs. Then we can move onto fucking.” He smiles widely as he plants a kiss on my lips.
I want to wake up wrapped around you every morning.
Every morning?
Now wouldn’t that be something.
And since I can’t help myself from potentially putting a damper on a perfect moment, I don’t stop from running my mouth. “You sure that’s what you want?” And I want to kick myself for sounding so fucking needy.
Where the hell is the woman who told her fiancé off and ripped off his hideous engagement ring with a flourish?
The one who told this man to fuck me like he wants to break me.
Am I really asking for validation at a time like this?
Luke rises to his full height, his eyes carefully roaming over my face like I’ve become accustomed to. As if he can scan my inner thoughts and respond to them directly.
He sighs, shaking his head. I think I’ve well and truly fucked it.
But then his hand cradles the back of my neck while his thumb rubs my cheek, all the way down to my bottom lip and back up, repeating the same path over and over again.
“You’re asking yourself if I want you, while I’m secretly begging to know if I can keep you.”
“Luke.” I breathe his name, taken aback by the sincerity in his words.
Keep me?
I’ve been so caught up in the chaos of the toxic men in my life that I haven’t even allowed myself to think of life beyond today.
Yet the thought of staying cradled safely in Luke’s arms has me tightening my grasp on his forearm.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” He places a chaste kiss on my chin. “You have more than enough on your plate.” He pauses, and I feel him emotionally retreating, unable to meet my eyes. “I’m such an idiot. The last thing you need is someone like me, with my reputation—”
“Hey, Luke.” I press a finger against his lips. “You’re going to have to do me a favor and stop talking about yourself like that. Otherwise I’m gonna have to do something about it.” I parrot his words from last night back to him.
“Daisy.” He sighs, resting his forehead against mine.
