Page 106 of Wag More Bark Less

He cupped my cheek, tilting my face until I met his gaze. Desire danced like flames in those light blue eyes.

“You never have to feel embarrassed with me, Maggie. Never.” He kissed me hard before adding, “I’m clean, too. I haven’t been with anyone in three years.”

“Oh.”

The man had stayed celibate since he was jilted at the altar? I couldn’t quite wrap my head around that. Luke could have any woman he wanted. Even when he was all growly and unapproachable, he was still irresistibly sexy. When I first met him, I wanted to hate him. But my traitorous lady bits were already plotting for this moment.

Maybe I wouldn’t be here to build a life with him. But knowing he abstained for three years and wanted me now . . . I’d cherish that always.

“But it’s your call,” he said. “I’ll use a condom if you want me to.”

I’d never not used protection.

Mom’s comment about getting knocked up with some stranger’s baby echoed in my head. Then there was Jason, throwing a tantrum about using condoms. Maybe that was the real reason he hadn’t slept with me since the night he proposed—or any night since.

“Hey,” Luke said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

The gesture was so sweet considering the havoc he was currently wreaking on my pussy. There were two fingers inside me and a palm creating the most delicious friction against my swollen button. The decadent pleasure was almost too much and yet not even close to enough.

“There’s no right or wrong answer here, Maggie. There’s only what you want.”

Tears threatened to prick the corners of my eyes because I’d forgotten how wonderful it was for my feelings to not only be considered, but to matter this much.

I could fall so hard for this man.

At this rate, I probably would.

That fall might hurt like hell when it was time to leave. But that was Future Maggie’s problem.

Tonight, this Maggie wanted to get good and railed without a barrier between us.

“No condom.”

“You’re sure?” he asked.

I lifted on tiptoes and gripped his length harder, directing it to my center. I rubbed his tip against my clit to drive home my point.

“I’m sure.”

Luke swept an arm around my back, moving me so my back was firmly against a wall instead of the bookcase. It happened so fast I didn’t have time to register that my leg was propped on his hip until his hand slid beneath my thigh.

Hand still circled around his cock, I rocked my hips forward and guided him to my entrance. He slid home in one deliberate, delicious stroke.

“Omigod,” I panted.

“You okay?” he asked, stilling inside me as my walls adjusted to his girth.

I reached for his cheek, dragging his face to mine. “Better than okay. And before you ask, I don’t want you to stop. I want you to blast me into next week.” I yanked his mouth to mine and snaked my hands around his neck as an anchor.

With agonizing leisure, Luke pulled out until just the tip remained inside me. His thrust deep inside was anything but slow. It was brutally fast, and I lifted off the floor. Luke groaned, and the sexy sound nearly made me come apart. I loved that I was the reason he was so turned on.

He pulled out again, quicker this time. And when he plunged back into my channel, I lost all sense of pace, direction, and time. There was only Luke, me, and our joined bodies coming together again and again.

I cried out Luke’s name, hoping Walter had his hearing aids out for the night.

Luke held me against the wall as he throttled me. It was the kind of sex I’d imagined that first day I met him. Rough, raw, and hungry.

I saw stars behind my eyes half a second before the build-up of pleasure erupted. My body shook uncontrollably as I came apart. Luke held me tight, still plunging into me mercilessly as my walls convulsed around him.