“Would you?” I whisper.
“What?”
“Keep me?”
A pained growl sounds before me right as Luke’s lips crash down on my own.
I know I have a lot going on, most of my problems currently being kept at bay since shutting off our cell signal. We probably need to figure out a whole lot of things before we can freely walk out of this cabin as a couple. I need to handle with the aftermath of my failed engagement and deal with my father. All while ensuring that my relationship with Luke doesn’t negatively impact the Monarchs.
But he’s dead wrong about whatever misconceptions he’s let fester about himself. And I’d be the dumbest woman alive if I let this man walk out of my life based on what other people might say.
I’ve lived most of my life in a contest with myself. Worrying about the opinions of strangers. Trying to appease people who have no idea that I’m bending over backward for them. Andshrinking into a version of myself that was unrecognizable, all in hopes of being appealing enough to garner a little love and affection.
But for the first time in my life, I feel like giving myself permission to put my wants and desires first. Perception be damned.
My hands roam down his chest until I wrap them around his stiff cock.
“Daisy, you must be sore.” He places his hand above mine but doesn’t push me away. He’s letting me make the final call regarding what my body can handle, and it furthers my resolve.
We slowly stroke his cock together, and I’m certain the moisture running down my thighs is no longer shower water.
I release him only to turn around and lift my foot onto the shower bench. “I want you to take me from behind. Slowly. I want to feel you like this.”
He presses his front against my back, and together we line him up to enter me. “Slowly,” he reiterates with a soft warning.
I need to rise to my tiptoes to get the angle right, and once I do, he pushes in fully with one slow motion.
The knowledge that his body fits perfectly inside my own sends tingles down my spine.
I place my hands on the wall in front of me as his left hand cradles my breast and the other starts to press firm circles on my clit.
I instinctively clench around him, and we both moan.
“Dammit Daze. You feel so fucking good. Taking all this cock all over again.”
“Fuck, Luke. Your hands.” His thumb runs back and forth over my pointed nipple as the other plays between my legs. “I feel you everywhere.”
“Good. Now you know how I feel,” he murmurs against my neck before he kisses me there.
It’s all-consuming. The sex. The feelings. This version of Luke who was here all along. And the knowledge that he wants to keep me, keep us.
“Oh, Luke.”
“I know, baby. I feel it too. Come for me.”
My cries bounce around the small bathroom before his loud groans join me over the edge.
He places soft kisses along my spine before slowly easing out of me.
I yelp quietly, but it’s too late, he already heard me.
“I’m fine—”
He throws me a look that has me shutting up as he detaches the shower head and carefully cleans between my legs. Using his hand to cradle me so the water doesn’t directly hit my oversensitive clit as he works diligently to set me right.
He rinses his half hard dick off before shutting off the water.
“Daisy, I want you in my hoodie and on the couch eating cereal while I lotion you up and take care of you. If you thought I was—what was it you called me?—a growly bear before, see what happens when you don’t let me take care of my woman.”
