“Or dead,” Sarah adds.
“True.”
“This went dark fast. Let’s go back to babies and when I will get me some more grandbabies.” Mom looks at me, hopeful and giddy.
“Mom, stop!” I cry out. “I’m not having Luke’s babies anytime soon.”
“But you will have my babies?” Luke’s voice rumbles from the edge of the kitchen.
Janet and my mom burst out into laughter as I slowly swivel around to face Luke, hoping the heat climbing up my neck won’t flush my cheeks with embarrassment.
Luke comes closer, grabbing a cherry tomato from the vegetable tray on the island, looking like he hit the jackpot.
“We should start practicing now,” he says softly, but not soft enough that the others can’t hear. Sex with Luke would be nice even if I’m not ready to fully trust him. The way he always finds a way to touch me has been a constant turn on, waking parts of me that I thought were dormant. For several days now I’ve wanted him to take things to the next level and see if we are just as explosive as we were when we were teenagers.
“You should wait at least thirty minutes after you eat,” Janet adds, and her and my mom start laughing harder.
“Noted.” He winks at me, popping the cherry tomato into his mouth a silent promise in his eyes that excites me.
∞∞∞
“I thought they would never leave,” Luke mutters as we wave goodbye to everyone and shuts the door.
“Where am I crashing?” Eric asks, lifting his bag over his shoulder.
“You can take Matt’s room,” I tell Eric.
“I’ve got some work I need to get done. I’ll see you guys in the morning. Night,” Eric says over his shoulder and climbs the stairs.
“Today was fun.” Luke raises his eyebrows with a mischievous smile and tingles shoot down to my core. I know exactly what is on his mind.
“Today was exhausting.” I sigh and turn away, but Luke grabs my arm, spinning me around and pulling me into his chest. Have I mentioned how nice his chest is?
His mouth captures mine, and I give into the kiss immediately like I have all week. I melt into him when his tongue thrusts its way into my mouth. More tingles shoot through me and my body hums with anticipation.
A week of little tastes and playful teasing and I’m a hot, writhing addict. I press in as close as I can get and he rips his mouth from mine, leaving me unsatisfied.
“Want to talk about those babies?” he asks with a taunting smile that makes me bite my lip.
I roll my eyes. “I think you took that way out of context.”
“So, you ladies weren’t talking about us having babies?” he asks, running a hand down my spine. I want to purr like a cat.
“You don’t plan to let that go, do you?”
“Nope.”
“You need to stop touching me like that, unless you plan to make a move,” I say with a coy smile.
“Oh, I’ll make a move…” His hand goes up the back of my shirt and I whimper a little. “But you’ve been stubborn, so I think I’ll wait until you beg for it.”
“Nope.” I shake my head, biting back a smile and attempt to step away from his hold but he only tugs me closer, tightening his hold on me.
“So stubborn,” he hisses through a clenched jaw. His hands wander down to my ass and he hoists me up. I squeak and cling to his shoulders as my legs wrap around his waist, and we are already on the move down the hallway to our rooms.
He toes open my bedroom door and walks to the bed, laying me down on my back before pinning me with his weight.
Hoovering over me, his nose caresses my neck, ear, and cheek before he kisses me tenderly. I can feel him hard against my core, but it isn’t good enough, and I almost beg.
“When do I get that full-course meal?” he asks, now kissing down my neck.
I smile and lift my hips to press harder against his erection. “When you beg for more than just an appetizer.”
He cups my breast over my shirt and I can see him contemplate his next move. My nipples grow hard when his thumb skims over them. I nibble his ear and he groans. I have him right where I want him.
For two weeks, Luke has had the upper hand—using my body against me, pushing us to this moment—and I know it’s going to be great, but I like having a little bit of dominance over him.
Slipping my hands underneath his shirt, I feel nothing but hard muscles and smooth skin. I have the urge to taste every inch of Luke’s body as I push his shirt farther up.
“What are you doing?” He watches me push up his shirt more.
“I to feel you. Skin to skin,” I say, looking away from his muscled abdomen to his eye that are fully dilated and hungry with desire.
He grips me tight, then seeks out my mouth with his, crushing me to him, his desperate movements a testimony to his failing restraint. Pulling my hair gently to get access to my neck, he kisses down and up again, nipping at my ear. His hands find their way under my shirt, and he breaks our connection long enough to pull it over my head.
Sitting back on his heels, Luke stares down at me with so much admiration that it warms my heart.
“I’ve dreamed of this moment since I first returned to Peak Valley.”
Looking up at him, he looks vulnerable and it only makes me more confident. Luke is never vulnerable, and I love that he will be with me and not afraid to lose control.
“What are you waiting for?”
Luke grabs my wrists and pulls me up and off the bed to stand before him.
Luke’s hands are on my hips, pulling me to him, kissing me hard with desperate need. I tug up on the hem of his shirt, needing to feel his skin against my own. Luke reaches behind his head and pulls off his shirt. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in years, until I see his perfectly chiseled pecs and washboard abs. Tentatively, I touch his stomach, feeling the hard planes and smooth warm skin. Moving up to his chest, I fight the urge to lick him. I make the mistake of looking up at him and his hungry grin.
“My turn,” he says reaching for my hip, hoisting me up, and carrying me back to the bed. I attack his pants, not holding back. My need for him is so great, and again, I almost beg.
“Hurry,” I demand while unhooking my bra and ripping it from me.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his eyes now a torrent of emotion. His jaw clenches as he stares down at my completely naked body.
“Take your clothes off,” I order. “I want to see you.”
Slowly, painfully slow, he pushes his jeans and boxer briefs down. His dick is hard and long and is pointing at me like it knows where it belongs.
Licking my lips, I like what I see. I want to taste him the way I know he wants to taste me.
“You keep looking at me like that and this will be over quicker than I want,” Luke says, putting a knee on the bed and crawling on top of me. “I want to take my time; I’ve wanted you for too fucking long.”
His fingers trace up my stomach and my body hums with anticipation. Palming one breast, Luke’s warm lips seek out the other. My head thrashes back as he licks around my hardened nipple. His mouth releases my breast, then trails kisses down my stomach until he reaches my pussy and stops. A finger slowly glides through my folds, and I arch my hips for more, but he only watches through his thick lashes. There’s a smile that plays across his face, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes. “Luke, please.” I grip the blanket.