He unlocked the door, and I backed inside, pulling him along by his clothes. The door slammed closed, and we were alone.
“What? My old man can’t take it?”
Luke snapped. Like fucking hell. His eyes flashed with something twisted and hungry. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
“Fuck,” he hissed and licked a stripe up my neck.
Clothes fell in a trail to the nearest surface. We only made it as far as the kitchen counter. Luke hoisted me onto it, got my pants undone, yanked my boxers low enough, and engulfed me in his mouth.
“Mmm,shit.” I leaned back on one hand and held his cheek with the other.
He hummed around my length, working me into a fast and dirty frenzy with his tongue and throat. His arms came around my waist, hugging me as he sent me soaring.
The lights were off, with the sparkling downtown streaming in the open curtains, lighting our way as we caressed and renewed this longing for each other.
“Luke, I’m close,” I panted.
He growled, doubled down, and I shot off with a groan, whispering his name. As the waves receded, following a deep need to devour him the same way, Luke licked me clean, tucked me in, and stood between my spread knees.
“Stay with me tonight, tomorrow night, for as long as you can.”
I nodded with my fingers seeking his jaw and kissed him. “As long as you’ll let me.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me off the counter. My hand in his, he led me upstairs. The urgent need met, in me, at least, we finished undressing slowly, kissing every inch we uncovered. My heart slowed, but my tingles still raced. I needed him. Just anything, everything, I needed it.
Luke walked me into his shower, then pushed me against the wall and jacked my already hard cock.
“You,” I begged. He hadn’t come.
Luke shook his head. “Not yet. I need to do this. Please.”
I didn’t understand, but I nodded without a word and took his emotions. He kissed me deeply as he brought me to a knee-buckling orgasm. I was limp in his arms as he hummed in my ear, swaying as if the music from the ball still played around us, and washed me clean.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered. “Let me love you,” he breathed against my ear. “You’re a miracle. My miracle.” His soft words continued across the skin of my cheek, my neck, my shoulder. “Perfect for me,” he said before closing his mouth over one nipple for a gentle suck. “A fantasy at my fingertips.” He did the same to the other one. “The air in my lungs.” He kissed one rib, then another. “You taste like a dream.”
This was worship. Luke was fucking worshipping me, adoring every inch of me. He dropped to his knees, hugged my waist, and I cradled his head, protecting him in this vulnerable moment.
“I died without you,” he said, lips against my navel. “Make me new,” he begged. “Give me the chance to be strong for you.”
“Luke,” I cried. He tilted his chin high, fresh tears in his eyes to match mine. “I love you.”
“I love you.” He kissed my stomach.
He let go of me when I bent to kiss his lips.
I pulled him to his feet and turned the water off, understanding his desperation, his near fear that I’d disappear before his eyes and this was all some elaborate dream to continue the anguish we’d been in, because I’d been there too. This unbearable torment that deceptions still lingered, that we’d have to part again. That I’d walk away or he would. That this night would end before we could make ourselves believe it was real.
Luke laid me on his bed, then came over me.
“Are you really here?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
He tucked his face against my neck. “Good.” He kissed my pulse, beating for him, always for him.
I reached between us. Luke adjusted so I could lazily stroke him as he mouthed his way across my chest.
“No hurry.”
