We met in the middle and his mouth crashed down on mine.
A strange, weak noise escaped me, one I didn’t even realize I could make.
He wrapped one big, muscled forearm around my waist and hauled him tight against him. My breasts flattened against his chest and I only just then processed the fact that he’d stripped off his shirt.
Something else became apparent as his cock nudged me in the belly, hard and insistent.
He’d changed out of his jeans, too.
Only some thin material separated us now—and only one layer of it because he’d just grabbed the hem of my shirt and shoved it up.
“Your ass, Sabrina... Fuck me, how have I gone all this time without going down on my knees and worshipping this ass?” he muttered against my mouth.
My head spun—or maybe it was just how quickly he turned me around to face the wall. I braced my hands against it, then my cheek, seeking something to ground me as he shoved my shirt up once more.
A gasp lodged itself in my throat, practically choking me as Luke pressed his mouth to the right cheek of my ass. He literally just kissed my butt, while palming and massaging the left cheek. I groaned, my face flushed and my head spinning.
My knees quivered and threatened to give out as he dipped a hand between my thighs and slid his fingers across my slit. Slowly, while I fought to stay upright, he rose, straightening and pressing into me, that big body that I’d studied and admired and ached for now leaning into mine. “You...are...so fucking...hot,” he whispered. He lowered his head and bit my neck, just where it joined my shoulder.
I cried out. Without thinking, I dropped my hands back and reached for him, clinging to his thighs.
He grunted and started to move, letting me feel the heavy ridge of his cock.
It triggered a gasp, one that almost caught in my throat and choked me as he pumped against my butt.
“Tell me you want this,” he muttered against my ear. “Tell me now, before I lose it and come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”
My face went hot at the very idea and I couldn’t think, much less summon up the words to respond.
Luke spun me around, his hands hooking on my shoulders, crowding me back into the door. His blue eyes blazed like the hottest of fires as he stared at me.
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Or tell me to stop. Give me an answer, Ina.”
My throat was too tight and I couldn’t force out words. But I could move. I could act. I reached for him and caught him by the back of his neck. Pulling his mouth down to mine, I kissed him with all the hunger I had inside me.
Please...I thought. Please let this be enough.
It must have been, because he caught me up in his arms. He acted like I weighed little more than a child as he swung me up and guided my legs until they circled his hips.
I gulped and stared into his eyes.
Those eyes.
They’d haunted me for ages.
Now he stared at me as though I actually haunted him.
Luke carried me over to the bed and lay me down, carefully, gently, like I was made from spun-glass and candy floss, all those sweet, delicate things—things that had never been used to describe me.
He pressed a kiss to my lips, then eased lower. My chin, my neck, my breastbone.
He tugged at the shirt and I didn’t realize what he was doing until he kissed a bared part of my chest.
The shirt.
He was unbuttoning my shirt.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
If this was a dream, I didn’t ever want to wake.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
I didn’t, though.
At least, not until he caught my thigh and squeezed, then murmured again, so sweetly, “Sabrina...look at me.”
Swallowing, I dragged my lids up and met his gaze as he worked farther and farther down my body.
His mouth hovered just above my pubis and my cheeks were so hot, my body so flushed, I thought I’d die from the sheer heat of it all. Then he used his hands to nudge my legs apart, opening me.
I resisted at first, self-consciousness overtaking me.
But Luke was relentless and before I could put up much of a fight, he was pressing his mouth to the folds between my legs and I had my hands buried in the silky golden locks of his hair.
He licked.
I moaned.
He bit.
I cried out.
He sucked.
I shuddered.
He slid two fingers inside me.
I died just a little.
He twisted those fingers.
And the pleasure swamped so completely, I knew I was already ruined for anybody else.
Through it all, he talked, muttering against me, praising me, demanding and cursing.
It shouldn’t be so erotic, but it was. He cussed a blue streak, cussing himself for not finding me sooner. The lonesome, wistful dreamer in me wanted to lock onto that, but the logical woman wouldn’t allow it. He talked about how wet and hot I was and that just made me wetter, hotter. He praised me...good girl...so wet, so pretty...just like that...
And I reacted, giving him every last thing he asked for without even questioning.
When he toldme he wanted me to come, it was like the most natural thing in the world to do just that. I’d been hovering on the edge ever since he’d kissed me again and now with him licking and feasting on my pussy like it was some forbidden feast, it was insane to do anything but give in.
I broke, shuddering and shaking under his touch, my nails sinking into his skin while I shoved my heels and shoulders into the mattress in some sorry attempt to stay grounded.
Luke caught my ass in his hand and clutched me to him as he worked his way up my body.
I whimpered as he settled between my thighs.
He kissed me and my mouth filled with the taste of my own body. It was oddly erotic, sharing it this way. He cupped my chin, angling my head up as he wedged his hips between mine. He still wore those loose, cotton lounge pants. Mindless, I stroked my hands down his biceps, to his back, then down his hips, clutching him and pulling him snugly up against me.
He groaned, following my urging.
I whimpered as I felt him rubbing against me.
He wore nothing under those thin cotton pants. Absolutely nothing. It just wasn’t possible. It was like I could feel every vein, every ridge. He started to pull away and I clung to him, shoving against that delightful ridge with greedy hunger.
He swore, stiffening for a moment.
Then Luke slammed his mouth down on mine and began to move.
The pants were a barrier.
But at the same time, they provided an erotic, light friction I couldn’t deny.
His cock pulsed, ricocheting through every part of me. It happened again and an echoing ache panged through my lower belly, drawing parts of me so tight, I could barely breathe.
“More,” I whispered against his lips.
I wanted him to shove the pants down and fill me with his cock, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop moving to do any of that, not even for a second.
Luke seemed content to take me at my word, shoving up on his hands and thrusting at the soft wetness between my thighs, his eyes burning into mine as he rocked.
I came again, coming hard and fast, simply from the stimulation of his cock against my clitoris.
As I was drifting back to earth, though, just barely coming back to awareness, Luke grunted and in the pale light slanting through the windows, I watched as his head arched back, veins going taut...and then I felt a burst of wetness between my thighs.
And it hadn’t come from me.
Chapter Eighteen
Luke
ONE MIGHT THINK THAT after losing control like a fucking teenager, I might have needed a few seconds to get myself together.
But apparently, any bit of shame I had left inside me decided to take a hike as I pushed up onto my hands and stared down at Sabrina, heart still thundering.<
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Her eyes, big and dark, met mine, her mouth parted as she sucked in one ragged breath after another.
She whimpered, the sound low and husky. Then, as mini-explosions continued to detonate through my brain, she licked her lips. The sight of her tongue tracking over the full lower curve undid me and I groaned, sinking down on top of her and taking her mouth once more.
Sabrina clutched at my arms, her short, neat nails piercing my skin. The heat of her was like a siren’s song and the barriers between us pissed me off. Mindless, I fought to strip my clothes away, wanting to feel her skin against mine. At the same time, I didn’t want to let her go, either. Sabrina joined in, and between the two of us, we fumbled my shirt off and I shoved my pants out of the way.
The slick, molten heat of her all but sapped the rest of my brainpower, but at the last minute, I found some semblance of control.
I shoved up and stared down at her.
“I need a rubber.”
She blinked, looking confused. Then, slowly, she nodded.
I caught her lower lip between my teeth and tugged on it before kissing her again. “Don’t go anywhere. Don’t even move.”
There were condoms in my toiletry kit.
I hadn’t put them there.
Sabrina had.
At the time I’d been more than a little self-conscious about it, too self-conscious to tell her it was a waste of time, because I didn’t bring women back home with me—or to the hotel, whatever—when I was traveling. Hell, I didn’t do that when I wasn’t traveling. I’d had more hookups than I could remember but it was always as some anonymous hotel, at the woman’s home, or just wherever seemed to work. Having condoms tucked away in my toiletry kit at a hotel didn’t do me much good when I wasn’t at the hotel when I needed them.
But now I was damn glad she was always thinking ahead.
I grabbed the entire box and headed back to the bedroom only to stop in the doorway. Scowling at her, I said, “I told you not to move.”
Pink dusted her cheeks.
She stood by the bed, clutching her shirt to her chest. “I...um...” Her eyes slid from mine to linger on the door.
I tossed the box onto the bed and cupped her face in my hands. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what. Instead, I kissed her.
Her mouth was soft under mine and after a few seconds, she all but sank against me.
I wanted to nudge her down onto the bed, climb on top of her, lose myself.
I didn’t, though. Lifting up slightly, I met her eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Want?” She laughed, the sound tight and ragged. “It’s not a matter of want, Luke.”
“Yes, it is.” I feathered a kiss over her brow, then down her cheek, over to her ear. “If you want to stop, we’ll stop. If you don’t...” I grasped the full curve of her ass and tucked her in close against me. “Then...why should we stop?”
Her head fell back. Her hands settled on my hips and she gripped me. I doubted she was even aware that she was subtly tugging me closer.
“You make it sound so simple.”
Maybe I did. But we both knew this wasn’t simple. And I just didn’t care.
Nudging her chin upward, I rubbed my lips over hers. “Tell me to leave...and I’ll go.”
Her hands tightened.
She opened her mouth.
Softly, she whispered, “Stay.”
Tugging the shirt from her hands, I nudged her back down onto the bed. There were only a few places where I was one hundred percent certain of myself—in front of the camera and in bed.
It would figure that, right here and now, for some crazy reason, I develop two left feet and my hands are suddenly all thumbs. Instead of easing Sabrina down onto the bed, our feet tangled up and she half-fell backward, catching onto me for balance. Only it didn’t work too well, because I was off balance too and we ended up on the bed, a tangle of limbs.
I just barely managed to throw out my hands and keep from knocking the air out of her, although the way we went down had my hips tucked snugly into the cradle of hers.
She gasped and arched up, her lids fluttering.
“Aw, fuck,” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut. “Don’t do that, Ina. You do that and I’m going to lose it and come all over you...again.”
“Yeah?” She lifted her lashes and fixed me with a look that I’d carry to my grave. I’d seen so many different expressions on her face—determined, annoyed, happy, smug, grieving, downright pissed—but never once had I seen anything like this, a look so downright hedonistic, so sexy and open, she all but knocked my breath away. “What makes you think I’d mind?”
“Maybe I mind. I’d much rather have you wrapped around my cock the next time I come. And it will feel a lot better for you, too.”
Blindly, I reached out, seeking the box I’d tossed on the bed earlier.
I found it and shoved upright, settling on my heels.
She lay in front of me. Sometime in the past few moments, her nervousness had vanished. Her shyness wasn’t totally gone, though. As I tore off a rubber, she squirmed, that pink flush spreading down her cheeks to her neck and on to her shoulders, until it spread over the rise of her breasts.
It was the sexiest thing I could recall seeing in...ages. Maybe ever.
Just as she went to cover herself, I got the rubber into place and bent over her, catching her wrists and drawing them up by her head. “Let me kiss you,” I murmured against her lips. “Let me taste you. You’re so sweet, Ina...”
She opened for me with a sigh.
I settled between her hips and nudged her thighs apart. The silken softness of her skin was enough to drove me out of my mind.
I eased up against her, eyes all but crossing as I found the heat of her cunt and settled my cock against her.
“Oh....” It came out of her in a low, long, hungry vibration of sound and her entire body shivered.
I slid back and forth over her wet slit, not entering her yet. Once I did that, it was all over and I wasn’t ready for this to be over.
Sabrina arched up under me with a broken noise, the movement of her hips demanding.
“Please.” She stared up at me, eyes wide, dark, hungry. “Please, Luke...”
With a shudder, I lowered my head to hers. She bit my lower lip. My entire body locked. She swept her tongue over the small hurt, then demanded entrance. I sucked on her and she started shaking, small pulses that had her vibrating under me.
Fuck it.
I couldn’t hold off any longer. I felt like I’d been waiting for years to get to this point. Years.
I let go of one wrist and slid my hand down the inside of her outstretched arm, along the soft, delicate skin underneath, the outer curve of her breast, down her side to the swell of her hip. Once I reached her ass, I palmed the lush curve and tugged her against me, shifting my angle until I was pressed against her.
The wet kiss of her pussy, even through the rubber, had me sucking in a stunned breath. I freed her other hand and pushed upright, thinking to watch as I entered her, but my gaze connecting with hers and I couldn’t look away.
Dazed, I watched her eyes widen as I sank inside her.
She tightened around me, fine lines forming around her eyes as she sucked in a pained breath.
“Easy,” I whispered, easing my weight back down. I supported myself on my elbows, then cupped her face between my hands.
“Easy,” I muttered again. “Just let me...” I withdrew, then sank back inside her.
She yielded. So slowly, and each time I gained another inch, she tightened around me, milking my cock as if her sole purpose was to drive me to madness.
I might have thought she was doing it on purpose, but the startled, wide-eyed way she watched me told a different story.
Finally, completely buried inside her, I squeezed my eyes closed. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath. “It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it?”
“Is it that obvious?” she asked, a fa
int pout in her voice.
“Only because you’re so fucking tight, I feel like I’m going to lose it if you so much as breathe too deeply.”
To my surprise, she laughed.
I cracked open an eyelid and peered down at her. “You laughing at me there, Ina?”
“No.” A smile bloomed on her lips. “Never. It’s just that...” A breath shuddered out of her. “You’re talking about me breathing too deeply and I’m just wondering if I’ll ever be able to draw another deep breath again. It feels like you’ve knocked the ability straight out of me.”
The thrill of hot masculine pride that raced through me then was unlike anything I’d ever felt. It jolted down my spine, spread through my veins. Cupping her face in one hand, I urged her mouth to mine and kissed her.
She moaned and I swallowed the sound down, shuddering. As she clamped down around me, I moved harder and faster and Sabrina rose to meet each movement. I caught one thigh and guided it up, holding her knee to my hip, opening her further.
Sabrina’s head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her throat.
I raked the delicate arch with my teeth and she whimpered, turning her face to meet mine.
We were kissing when I felt her orgasm moving in on her. She shoved both of her hands into my hair, her fingers tightening on the strands, pulling and tugging. I welcomed the small pain, cupping her breast in my left hand and worrying the nipple until it was diamond-hard and stabbing into my palm.
Abruptly, she tore her mouth away, her entire body going rigid. I heard a strangled noise rising in her throat and turned her face to meet mine.
Her teeth sank into her lip, biting down so hard I knew she had to be hurting herself.
“I want to hear it,” I whispered, pressing my mouth to hers. “Let me hear what I’m doing to you.”
A hitching sob escaped her.
I laved my tongue over the small hurt on her lower lip as she cried out again, a little louder.
As she bucked, then started to thrash under me, the orgasm grabbing us both, I closed my eyes and lost myself to it.
SHE WASN’T IN BED WITH me when I woke up.
It was long, long hours later when that happened and for a few seconds, I was disoriented. I never slept more than a few hours at a stretch, and rarely more than five or six hours a night. But the utter heaviness of my limbs and the sated fog that still enveloped my brain made me think I’d definitely slept more than a couple of hours. Possibly even more than five or six—all without waking even once.
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