“Yes. God, yes, Luke.” My hands claw at his back, yanking his shirt up his body. “I can’t take any more,” I cry as I try to rub myself against his leg.
“Sweet baby, I’ll give you anything you need.” He doesn’t stop like I thought he would. Instead he gives each breast one last kiss before sliding farther down the bed. When my sex-crazed brain realizes where he’s headed, I have a moment of insecurity. No one has ever gone down on me. My hand reaches out, grabbing his hair and giving it a tug but he doesn’t move from his spot, inches away from my pussy. His eyes dart to me and a devilish smirk takes over his face. I watch, mystified as his tongue flicks out and takes a taste of me.
“Fuck you’re sweet.” I barely hear the words. My hand tugs harder at his hair, but this time I’m not trying to pull him away, I’m trying to press him closer. Because dear sweet baby Jesus I need more. I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm building, and I’m hungry for it. His tongue flicks back and forth over my clit before he sucks it. Kiss, kiss, suck, over and over.
“Luke…”
“Keep your hands above your head.” My inner walls tighten at the authority in his voice and I lift my hands. A tiny flurry of sensations cascade through me as he slowly inserts his middle and index finger into my opening, twisting and igniting nerve endings I didn’t know existed. His fingers push in and out of me, making my back arch on a sob of feeling. I shatter, screaming his name as I come. My body goes rigid as a wave of immense heat washes over me, a tidal wave that keeps crashing to the shore. When I finally come down, my body feels like jelly.
Twisting my head, I smile at him only to have that look wiped off my face as he stands and begins stripping. His body is a true work of art. Honed to perfection. The muscles that I had only imagined come to life before me as each piece of clothing is removed. His shoulders are wide and strong, biceps bulging with each move. I trail my eyes down his torso, and my breath stutters in my chest when I take in his abs. I didn’t believe that kind of definition existed outside romance covers and Hollywood stars.
And it was all mine for the taking.
The sound of a zipper being undone has my eyes roaming downward again. I don’t want to miss what’s coming next. I can feel my body heating under his stare. His jeans are kicked to the side and I watch in utter fascination as he fists his cock. The head purple and erect. One, two, three pumps is all I see before he closes the space between us in the blink of an eye. He moves so gracefully for a man of his size.
The head of his cock bumps my cervix, and I feel him throb inside me. There’s a second of discomfort before my body adjusts, taking every inch of him. Wanting more of him, needing more, I angle my hips and push back against him.
His groan vibrates through my body, encouraging me. I do it again.
“Fuck, Belinda. I wanted our first time to be slow. But you’re testing me, baby.”
“Don’t hold back. Don’t stop,” I pant into his mouth.
His pumps get faster, harder, more demanding. And I relish in it. My body shakes as his powerful thrusts hit me in just the right place. Tiny explosions ricochet through my core as I rise higher and higher. My toes curl when the sensations becomes too much. Stars fill my vision and I fall over the edge of pleasure. The climax rocks through me. He fucks me harder, close to his own release. His hips lock against mine after one final pump.
Still catching my breath, I reach for him. His body is heavy on mine, but I love the feeling of it. When he rolls away, I immediately miss the weight, but I don’t have long to pout before he’s dragging me onto him. I sigh in contentment. My eyes are heavy, sleep pulling at me. I’m draped across his chest, so full of joy that I can’t stop the words from pouring out of me.
“I love you,” I whisper into his heated skin. I’m already asleep and miss the kiss he places on my hair and his quiet response.
Pillow Talk
Belinda
Hot damn. I think I passed out for a second there.
There’s a huge grin on my face as I stare up at the ceiling, blinking away sleep. I’m feeling light as air. I ache in delicious places and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so…peaceful. Amazing what orgasms can do.
The sheets beside me shuffle and I turn to see a smiling Luke on his side, a hand propped up under his head.
“I think you made me pass out,” I say shyly.
His brown eyes are lighter than I’ve ever seen them. Hypnotizing me. Leaning forward, I hesitate for a moment before giving in, kissing him gently. He grins into the kiss.
“I think we should talk,” he says when I break away. My smile falters. My gut twists. Those are never good words to hear. Does he regret what just happened between us? Was he overcome with pity for me that he let me live out one of my greatest fantasies only to take it away? “Wait. No, that’s not what I mean. Don’t get that look on your face.”
Insulted, I pull back. “What look?”
“The look you’re giving me right now. I don’t regret what happened between us. It was about time, honestly.”
Licking my lips, I try to read his expression. “You don’t regret it?”
“No. Not even a little.” Pushing himself up so his back is resting against the headboard, he reaches for me. I go happily into his arms, placing my head on his chest and absorbing the warmth of his strong body. “I need to explain a couple things.” He pauses, like the next words are hard to say. “About why I left last year.”
It’s weird, but I’m not afraid of what he’s about to tell me. It’s a relief. As much as the memory of him leaving hurts, this is my chance to truly understand why he let me pour my heart out to him and then watch him walk away.
“Okay,” I say as I sit up completely. Holding the sheet up around my chest, I cross my legs under me. “You don’t have to—”
“I do.” He runs a hand down his face, and I can see the struggle he’s battling. “You deserve to know that I didn’t leave because of your confession. I left because I was offered a job to lead security for Joy Sperling.”
“Wait. The figure skater?”
“Yeah.”
“Whoa.” I don’t have any other words. I’m shocked.
“The day before, I’d been assigned to help out at a break in. While I was getting statements, shots were fired in an attempt to kill Joy. I was able to get her out of the way in time, but the shooter got away. Her husband came crashing into the apartment an hour later and offered me a job. He runs the top private security firm in Austin. He liked my quick instincts. The only catch was I couldn’t tell anyone. Joy’s safety could have been compromised if I did.”
Huh. He didn’t leave because I’d thrown myself at him. “So, you left to take the job.” I say the words out loud to help them sink in.
“Yes.” He shifts on the bed, his eyes darting away. “But”—the word is drawn out—“the decision was made because of my feelings for you too.”
“What? That doesn’t make sense. You had already accepted the job, right? Before I told you…everything.” A funny feeling comes over me. “You hadn’t?”