“Take it back.” He smiles, continuing his relentless tickling.
“Okay, okay. I take it back.” I rest my forehead against his until my breathing becomes normal again. “So then what took you so long? You had a chance on the patio the other morning, but you didn’t take it. Why?” My hands gently stroke the back of his neck, unable to get enough of touching him.
Luke’s head drops against the back of the couch. “Because you’re a guest. I shouldn’t be doingthiswith someone staying here at the house.” His hand moves between us before settling on my hip. “If another guest found out, it could be bad for business. And to be honest, it’s been a long time for me. I had…” He sighs. He doesn’t finish that thought, and I don’t press it.
“But I can’t keep away from you. I’ve tried—God I’ve tried. But it’s impossible. The other day—” He closes his eyes for a beat, then looks at me, eyes pleading for me to understand. “I was trying to be a better man. The one who put the B&B before his needs, but fuck, Iwantedyou then like I want you now.” He pulls my face toward his and kisses me softly.
I work through his explanation.
That makes sense. He wasn’t rejectingme,per se. He was trying to reject this connection we have because I’m a guest at his family’s bed-and-breakfast.
“How about this…” I pull away, and look into his eyes. Their color pales in the darkness. “Whatever this is, it can be our little secret. No one has to know.” My lips tug at the sides.
“You’d be okay with that?”
“If it means you’ll keep kissing me, and touching me like this, then absolutely.” “Mmm…” His hands rub up my back.
“I’m only here for four more days, so you won’t have to keep the secret for long. We can make that work.” I kiss the tip of hisnose, a gesture that I realize too late feels more long-term relationship intimate than a quick fling calls for.
To distract, I bring my lips to Luke’s neck, grinding my hips into his, pushing away the insecurity that threatens to take over. Luke moans. His head falls back against the couch again. He plants his hands on my waist and lifts his hips, pushing into my center. My whole body shudders, an intense pleasure building against the friction.
“Deal,” he says. Our mouths collide, fueled by desperation and a ticking clock.
A large furry body leaps onto the back of the couch right next to Luke’s face, startling us both.
“Sunny!” I scold. His response is a broken meow. “Where the hell were you, cat!” Sunny headbutts Luke’s shoulder and climbs between us, tail swishing and tickling my arm.
Our moment, irrevocably cock-blocked by the four-legged beast perched between us.
I click the screen of my phone, and Sunny’s orange face lights up the screen. It’s blinding. “Oh, wow. It’s 2 a.m.,” I mutter, wishing I weren’t about to say what I knew I was going to say.
“I should get to bed.” My vagina would disagree.
“Yeah, of course.” Luke’s hands grip my hips, holding me in place a moment longer.
He’s still hard and pressed against me. I’m still wet and pressed against him. “Are you, um… Are you good?” I swirl my finger in the space between us at the length straining against his sweats. “Are you going to be okay?”
He chuckles at that. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
“Okay. Well, thank you for… before. It seems you have a knack for catching me in vulnerable moments.” I’m not sure how to tell him I’m grateful I didn’t have to ride out the storm alone.
“Hey.” He reaches up and caresses my cheek. “If you ever need anything, I’ll be right here.”
Luke doesn’t ask for an explanation. He doesn’t push to understand. I’m so grateful for that.
I lean in, giving him one more long, languid kiss. I don’t know how to express how much his words mean to me. Hopefully, he can feel it at this moment. He thrusts into me, groaning softly into my mouth, sending a renewed flash of need and want coursing through me all over again. Sunny, still perched between us, knocks his head against my chin.
With a sigh, I brace myself on Luke’s strong shoulders and stand up on weak legs while Luke’s hand grazes along my leg. I scoop Sunny up, snuggling him into me.
“G’nite, Luke.” I peer at him, hair disheveled, lips swollen. Luke stays sitting, head against the back of the couch, watching me leave. I click on my phone flashlight and tiptoe toward the hall.
“Trip.”
I stop, turning my face over my shoulder.
“This”—he gestures between us—“is to be continued.”
“Looking forward to it, Romeo.”
