She was already snuggled against him, but the way his arm snaked around her, lifted her, and deposited Sabrina into his lap seemed a bit like magic. She laughed breathlessly, suddenly nose to nose with the biggest, hottest man she’d ever met, and murmured, “She wouldn’t think this wasthatawkward to see.”
“Let me see if I can change that.” Luke kissed her, his mouth warm and certain and his hands lifting to slide into her hair. His hands werehuge, enveloping her skull with a cradling touch. Sabrina had never felt so secure or adored as within the space of that kiss, and when it broke she whimpered a protest. Then she lifted her hands to pull her braid out, loosening her hair. Luke made a deep hungry sound and kissed her again, fingers tightening against her skull, tangling in her hair, encouraging her to tip her head back so he could kiss her throat.
The strength in his hands was incredible. She shivered again, whispering, “You’re so strong,” and his grip loosened instantly.
“Too much?”
“No! No.” Heat blushed her skin and she met his eyes to swallow and breathe, “Maybe not enough.”
He made a hard little sound, just a breath, and tightened his fingers again, this time watching her intently. Sabrina thought her bones might be melting, the way she softened in his grip, and a little, intensely hungry smile pulled at Luke’s mouth. The fist he closed in her hair was by no means using all of his strength and she knew it, but the helpless, delicious shiver it sent through her was perfect. She nodded a little, wetting her lips again, and this time his kiss devoured her, taking powerful control in a way she hadn’t even known she craved.
She could no longer think at all by the time the kiss ended. Her whole body was aflame with desire, and she fumbled her hands to the buttons of her blouse, only for Luke to catch them and fold them behind her back, effortlessly holding her wrists together with one hand. Sabrina gasped, and he smiled again, wickedly pleased as he unbuttoned her blouse himself and slid his free hand into her bra to tease her already-aching nipples.
His fingers were calloused from weight lifting, and the slight roughness added to the pounding need throbbing through her. Sabrina squirmed, arching into his touch, and kept her hands behind her back when he made a soft warning sound and released her wrists long enough to unfasten her bra. Then his hand encircled her wrists again and he tugged the bra free with his teeth before putting those teeth and his tongue to better use, scraping and playing relentlessly with her nipples.
She wasalreadyhotter and wetter than she could ever remember being, and he was merciless, suckling and nibbling with more intense attention to her breasts than she could bear. Her skirt was around her thighs, and she knew she was grinding helplessly against him, an unbelievable aching pleasure building between her thighs, like he might make her come without eventouching her there. In between gasps she heard herself begging, tiny thin, “Please, Luke? Please?” that only made him chuckle.
He let her wrists go again and she knotted her hands in his hair as quickly as she could, wanting to hang on. He laughed again, even more softly, and murmured, “Shirt,” against her breasts. Sabrina let go, reluctantly, so he could pull her shirt and bra off, and then to her dismay he lifted her out of his lap and set her on her feet. His eyes were dark and hungry as he slid his hands over her hips and pulled her skirt and panties down all at once, leaving her to step out of them. “Lookat you. You’re so beautiful.”
Shedidglance down at herself, unable to stop herself. All that bosom, swollen and aching and red from Luke’s attentions, and the neatly trimmed hair on her mound suddenly seemed very vulnerable, and with a surge of shyness Sabrina started to fold one arm over her breasts.
“Oh no.” Luke caught her hand, kissed the inside of her wrist, then put his hand on her waist and pulled her in again. “Trust me?”
A shocking thrill ran over her skin, sending electricity through her whole body. She whispered, “Yes, of course,” breathlessly.
Luke, with a tiny wicked smirk and one bizarrely effortless motion, scooped her all the way up to his shoulders, stood, walked a few steps to the wall, and put her up against it with the heat of his mouth hungry and demanding between her thighs.
Sabrina let out one startled shriek, clutching his head for balance even as she realized she was in no danger at all of being dropped, and then orgasmed so hard she arched and pushed them a step away from the wall again after all. Luke’s laughter buzzed and rumbled through her as she writhed and bucked against his mouth, hands scrabbling against his hair again, then reaching for the ceiling just above her head so she hadsomething to cling to, or press against. His tongue delved inside her and to her shock she orgasmed again, completely out of control as he used his strength with casual confidence, pinning her between his shoulders and the wall.
She was almost certain he kept her there forever, alternating between sucking her clit and filling her with his tongue, until she could barely do anything more than moan and shudder with the pleasure he brought her. There were moments she thought she might actually be flying, detached from anything but the points of ecstasy in her body, though she was hardly disappointed when it finally came time to return to earth as Luke knelt and moved her down to spread her across his thighs.
Sabrina whimpered and tried to move forward, but his hand on her hip prevented her. “Luke, please?”
“Yeah?” He drew his fingers inside her thighs, up over sensitive flesh that sent her trembling. “I’ve got condoms in my back pocket, but I want you to stay nice and wide and open for me while I get one on. Can you do that?”
She nodded frantically and slid her own hands to his waistband, which wasn’t even open yet. She wanted to touch him, but he made an amused scolding sound and reached up to slide his hand into her hair, that impossibly strong grip again. Sabrina went weak again, and Luke whispered, “That’s better,” before brushing his thumb along her throat on its way back to the job of unfastening his fly and getting a condom on. By then she was ragged with need, wetting her lips with every breath, and all she could do was moan when he lifted her onto himself, filling her with the heated length of his cock.
Then his arms folded around her incredibly gently and he shuddered, too. “You feel good. So hot. Jesus, Sabrina.”
She whimpered against his throat and nodded, lost in rocking with him, in the thick powerful points of connection between their bodies and the growing need building in heragain. He was completely gentle now, no teasing strong grip in her hair, only his mouth against it murmuring her name over and over, until increased urgency brought them together in a heated cascade that left them both laughing breathlessly, holding on, joyful and complete.
CHAPTER 22
Luke knew he’d picked Sabrina up and carried her to bed at some point, and that vague plans of sleeping had turned into something else entirely, but he didn’t know when exactly they’d gone to bed, much less to sleep. He still woke up early out of habit, and found Sabrina tucked up against him, petite and perfect. If he could stay right there forever, he thought, he would be happy for the rest of his life.
Okay,his rabbit said somewhat smugly. It clearly felt it had won. Well, that was hard to argue with, since Luke had done everything it wanted him to.
He chuckled very quietly.I don't think we actuallycanstay here forever. We'll get hungry, if nothing else.
The rabbit wentHmmm,but couldn't come up with a way around that one.That's okay,it decided.You're with your mate now. You can move around if you need to.
Thanks,Luke replied, amused. All of his habits told him to get out of bed, so after a few reluctant minutes, he did, because it was much easier to break a habit than build one. Sabrina was still sleeping when he got out of the shower, so he went to the kitchen to see what he could wrassle up for breakfast.
There were actually plenty of perfectly reasonable options, from eggs to oatmeal to something as simple as toast. The problem was Luke wanted to make somethingfancyfor his mate on their first official morning together. And theotherproblem was he didn't actually know if Sabrina would appreciate that. She liked coffee in the morning, and ate the hotel buffet breakfasts, but that wasn't a normal day of a normal week for her. She might not eat breakfast at all. After arguing with himself a while, he made himself a bowl of oatmeal and had coffee brewing when Sabrina wobbled out of the bedroom.
She was simultaneously the most adorable and sexiest thing he'd ever seen. She'd pulled a silky pink robe that barely came to the tops of her thighs on, and it fell off one shoulder as she fumbled her way through tying the belt in a big bow. Her hair was a wonderful blonde tangle, and her eyes were sleepy and soft and smiling. "Coffee?"
"Coffee." Luke poured her a cup and she sat on the couch, still smiling sleepily, to close her eyes and wrap her hands around it, breathing in its scent but apparently in no rush to drink. She tucked her legs up after a moment, and tugged the robe's short hem down an inch or two. It slid back to where it had been, and she mumbled at it without trying to fix it again. Luke didn't mind at all, especially as he sat on the other end of the couch and watched her, smiling himself. He could just see the curve of her bottom beneath the robe's hem, as well as the curve of her breast inside its closure. "What's the name for curvy architecture?"
