I’m almost breathless. “What do you mean?”
His fingers cup my cheek as he slides fully into my space. “You gave me a kiss I can’t forget. The way your lips felt…how you taste…”
“Oh,” I breathe just as his mouth closes over mine.
Our tongues tangle, hot and hungry, and my nipples harden so fast they tingle against my bra. Arching my back, I press my chest into his, needing to feel our bodies connect. I let out a soft moan and slip my hands around the back of his neck and suddenly he’s pulling me onto his lap. Without even thinking about it, I straddle him, feeling him grip my ass tight.
I don’t fight this. I take it. I don’t care where the excitement inside me is coming from, as long as Luka soothes the ache. It’s been an eternity since he’s given me the release I crave.
I kiss him like I never want to stop, losing myself in the stroke and glide. His arousal is becoming obvious. A smile plays over my lips as I grind down on him, even though I know I’m playing with fire. I let him palm my breasts, moaning again when his fingers run down my sides. Then he pauses at the waist of my leggings, as if waiting for a signal to go further.
“Mm-hmm,” I purr, tilting my hips to give him access. I shush the voices in my mind that tell me this is a horrible idea, and just go with it. I want him so fucking badly. The desire for Luka is like this needy little pulse that never goes away. I ignore it the best I can, but it’salwaysthere, tapping away at my resolve, begging for attention. Maybe giving in is exactly what I need.
My thighs open as his fingers dip past my waistband to graze over my bare pussy. He groans when he realizes I’m not wearing panties. On a subconscious level, it may have been intentional. I don’t know, I’m just glad I skipped them, giving him free access.
He parts me and traces a finger up my wet slit, then swirls his fingertip around my clit. I get such a jolt I nearly jump off the couch. Deepening the kiss, he continues to glide and swirl his finger as his mouth plunders mine. I quickly lose all self-control, leaning into his touch.
“You’re going to come all over my hand like a good girl, aren’t you?” he growls.
The desire in his voice pushes me even closer to an orgasm. I mumble an affirmative, drowning in the way he’s finger-fucking me like a pro, my pussy soaked and aching with need.
“Let’s see how innocent you’re definitely not,” he says. Then he switches from toying languidly to plunging his fingers hard and deep inside me.
“Oh my God,” I pant, frozen for a second as I try to catch my breath. It feels so good, almost as good as his cock, and soon I’m bucking helplessly against his thick, perfect fingers as they stroke me long and hard.
I grab his shoulders, bracing myself as I fuck his fingers. He increases the pace and uses his thumb to brush softly over my clit, applying pressure and then alternating back to soft brushes. I can’t stop moaning into his mouth, digging my nails harder into his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna come for me. Come for me, baby.”
“Fuck,” I gasp.
God, I can’t believe he’s doing this with his hands. I’ve never been with anyone who could get me off like this. My core is buzzing, hot, tingling, and I let him bring me to the brink, losing all sense of time and place…until without warning, my entire body tenses up and I peak, the orgasm slamming through me in a hot rush as I cry out against his neck.
I feel him smile as a groan comes from deep in his throat.
Desperate to feel him inside of me as I ride out the shockwaves of pleasure, I pull his hand away and grab the waist of his pants, tugging at the button. Midway through unzipping him, something vibrates against my leg. I ignore it, but the vibration gets stronger. Irritated, I reach down and find his cellphone sticking out of the cushion near my ankle.
I grab it so I can turn it to silent, but then a text pops up from LOVES ANAL.
I’m in town. Same time and place?
My stomach lurches as Luka grabs the phone and fumbles to power it down.
“Ignore that,” he says, his hands coming up to pull me back down for a kiss.
Yeah, not likely. Who the hell was that?
And even worse: why did I think I could keep my emotions out of this?
I break away from his lips and sit back against the couch cushions, my breath still coming fast and hard. Luka reaches for me, but I gently push his hand away. The moment is over.
What am I even doing? Sleeping with my playboy fake fiancé? God. He’s a manwhore. Straight up. And I can’t be doing this.
Sure, he said he won’t mess around while we’re married, but why should I trust him to keep his word? Anyone with a string of women he knows solely by nicknames like “loves anal” isn’t bound to keep his stallion in the barn.
I slide off the couch and adjust my clothes, then grab my purse off the floor. I’m so disappointed. In myself. In him.
“Come back,” he says, a lazy smile on his face, acting as if I might actually stay.
