Steal My Breath (Elixir #1)

by Nina Levine

  My arms move around him and my fingers tangle in his hair while his mouth and hands take charge of me. I just want to hold him close forever. Luke makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. All the searching I’ve been doing has led me to him and I know I never need to search another day in my life. I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for.

  Luke.

  Passion.

  Love.

  He spends a long time with my breasts before finally bringing his face back to mine. “We need to move this upstairs,” he rasps as he begins to back me up.

  I take the stairs slowly, one at a time while he continues to drive me wild. I’m so crazed I need to steady myself on the railing. One hand grips it hard while I hold Luke with my other arm. His hands are all over me. His mouth is on my neck and I’m not sure that we’re actually going to make it to the top of the stairs before we decide to hell with it and do this right here, right now.

  Halfway up, Luke rips my top off and drops it on the stairs. I’m vaguely aware that his neighbours can see everything, but I don’t even care. I’m so ready for him that I’d have sex on these stairs and not blink twice.

  “Jesus, Callie,” he growls as he slides both my bra cups to the side, exposing my breasts. “So beautiful.” His voice drifts off as he sucks one of my breasts into his mouth.

  I drop my head back and close my eyes. We’ve stopped moving and I cling to him and the railing as he devours me.

  He devotes time to both my breasts before moving his mouth to my stomach. His hands cup my ass before shifting to the button on my jeans. A moment later, he undoes the button and slides my zip down.

  Then his mouth is on my panties.

  And my hand is on his head.

  Pushing him down.

  Please.

  “Fuck.” He groans as he tears his mouth from me.

  No, no, no.

  Resting his head against my stomach, he exhales loudly. He retrieves my top from the stair then stands and meets my gaze. I’m panting, unable to catch my breath. We were so close. So close.

  Fixing my bra so my breasts are covered, he orders, “My bedroom. Now. And just so you know, I’m ready for your A-game.”

  Hell. Yes.

  I am so ready for this.

  And then my phone rings.

  I’m ignoring it.

  He diverts his attention to my jeans where the sound is coming from.

  I reach for his face and drag his attention back up to mine. Shaking my head, I say, “I’m not answering it.”

  The phone stops ringing.

  Thank fuck.

  But then it starts again.

  Jesus. Can’t a girl get an orgasm around here?

  He reaches into my back pocket and retrieves the phone. Glancing at it, he says, “It’s Avery. Take it. I’ll have a shower.”

  I watch his ass until I can’t see it anymore.

  “Avery, this better be good. I was about to be fucked in ways I can’t even begin to imagine.”

  “Shit, sorry. I’ll be quick—”

  “No, it’s good. Luke’s gone to have a shower, so tell me whatever it is.”

  “I just wanted to tell you that this dude came into the bar last night and I got chatting with him. Turns out he’s a writer for a TV show in Hollywood, out here on holiday. He seemed into me, so I took the opportunity to show him your book that I had on my phone, the one you never submitted. At first, he wasn’t really interested in looking at it, but I begged him to just read one chapter at least.” She pauses for a moment and when she speaks again, I hear the excitement in her voice. “Babe, he read five chapters and then gave me his email for you to contact him. He loved it.”

  I reach for the railing again as the world spins around me. My heart picks up its pace. “Really?” It’s a dumb question, but my self-doubt takes over and I can’t bring myself to believe this.

  “Yes, really! I’m going to text you his details. You need to promise me you’ll email him.”

  I’ve never heard back from any of the submissions I’ve made so far, so I have no experience with this kind of excitement, but I feel like I might explode out of my skin. At the same time, I try like hell to keep calm. This may lead nowhere, so I need to keep my hope in check. “I will. I promise. Thank you so much for doing that.”

  “Callie! Why the fuck aren’t you screaming right now?”

  “Trust me, I want to. But there’s no point getting excited over something that may never eventuate into anything.”

  “You kill me sometimes, babe. I’m taking you out to celebrate, because even if this lead goes nowhere, it’s an acknowledgement. And it means something. I’ve got tomorrow night off, and I’m not accepting no for an answer.”

  My heart squeezes with love. Avery’s support means so much. “Okay. I promise I’ll scream with excitement tomorrow night.”

  She chuckles. “Right, well, now I’ll let you go so you can scream with excitement over there. Sorry for cutting in on your sexy time.”

  “It was totally worth it. I love you.”

  “Love you, too. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

  I pad into Luke’s bedroom after ending the call. The shower is still running and I decide to join him. After I’ve stripped out of my clothes, I enter his en suite. He has some space in here, which I love. It’s a stark contrast to his bland bedroom—mostly grey marble with a touch of white. A long vanity with two sinks stretches along one wall, meeting the shower at one end and a spa bath at the other end.

  Steam fills the bathroom, but Luke’s eyes find mine easily. He turns the tap off just as I enter, and steps out of the shower. His heated gaze travels the length of my body as I move closer.

  “Everything okay with Avery?”

  “Yeah. I’ll tell you later because I’m busy right now.” I take hold of his cock and gently squeeze it.

  His intake of breath is music to my ears and I slowly move my hand from one end of his shaft to the other. At the same time, I take his lips in mine and kiss him slow and deep. When I’m done, I say, “I know you’re all about the delayed gratification, baby, so we’re not going to rush this. And when you finally fuck me, you’re going to come harder than you ever have.”

  His eyes flare with heat and he tries to grab me around the waist, but I stop him.

  I shake my head. “No touching until I say you can.”

  “Fuck,” he growls. I love taking his control away from him, even if just for a little while. We both know that if he wanted to, he could have me on my back in a flash, but he’s giving the power to me for now.

  I continue to massage his cock. He’s hard as hell, which matches how wet I am for him. After a couple of minutes, my mouth begins the journey down his body. I leisurely kiss every inch of his skin until my lips finally find their way to his cock.

  Dropping to my knees, I lick a trail along his length. His breathing grows ragged as I kiss his cock all over. He places his hand on my head and I look up for a moment to meet his gaze.

  My core clenches at what I see there.

  His need.

  Luke’s looking at me as if he’s only just controlling himself. It’s intoxicating. And it only intensifies my need.

  Holding his gaze, I take his cock in my mouth.

  He hisses.

  Our eyes never leave the other.

  I take him all the way in.

  Slow.

  Deep.

  I swirl my tongue over him.

  He grips my hair. Even though I said no touching, I let him. I love it when Luke takes hold of my hair.

  I slide him out and run my tongue over his tip, making sure to flick the underside of the tip.

  He groans.

  I lick the entire length of the underside of his cock and make my way to his balls. While I massage his dick with my hand, I suck his balls into my mouth.

  His grip on my hair tightens.

  I suck and swirl my tongue, taking his balls in and out of my mouth while increasing my pressure on his cock.<
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  “Fuck.” He hisses again and it goes straight to my veins. His pleasure is my ecstasy.

  Letting his balls go, I lick along his length and then blow on it before taking him all the way into my throat. I repeat this over and over—lick, blow, suck—until I’ve worked him up to such a state that he lets go of my hair, reaches his hands under my arms and lifts me over his shoulder. He stalks to his bed and dumps me in the middle of it.

  Before I can even blink, he kneels on the bed, grips my hips and roughly pulls me to him so my legs are upright, resting on his shoulders.

  He takes hold of his cock and runs it through my wetness. His eyes lock onto mine. “This will be fast,” he growls.

  I spread my arms across the bed and take hold of the sheet as he thrusts inside.

  My back arches up off the bed.

  He grabs my thighs and pumps in and out of me.

  I close my eyes, but Luke tightens his hold on my legs and orders, “I need your eyes.” I’m slow to open them, and he thrusts harder and deeper as he rasps, “Eyes, Callie.”

  I blink them open and his gaze penetrates mine. There’s a ferocious energy to Luke. He’s thrusting and grunting like a man possessed. It’s hot as hell and I lift my ass to take him deeper.

  “Fuck!” he roars as he comes.

  His fingers dig into my thighs and his eyes close as his muscles tense through his orgasm.

  I squeeze my eyes shut while my release rushes through me, too. My toes curl and my pussy pulses around him.

  It takes us a little while to recover. I’m spent and my eyes are still closed when he pulls out of me and moves off the bed after lowering my legs to the mattress. I try to pull myself from my fog, but I’m well and truly fucked and too exhausted to move. It’s not until Luke comes back to the bed that I manage to squint an eye open.

  He repositions me on the bed so my head is on the pillow. Lying next to me, he says, “Let the record show that I fucking love your A-game.”

  I open both eyes and roll onto my side to face him. He’s on his back and lifts his arm so I can snuggle against his shoulder. “That was some good sex, dude. I’m not sure my legs will be able to walk again today.”

  “You don’t have to go home.”

  The sound of the front door closing interrupts us, and a second later, a text message hits both our phones.

  Paris: I’m home. Just letting you know in case you’re banging. I’ve got Sean now so as you were.

  I laugh as I drop my phone onto the bed. “I love that chick.”

  He rolls me so he’s on top of me. “I love her timing.” He dips his face to kiss me. “We can fit another few rounds in before I have to go to work.”

  I squeeze my legs together.

  “Are you trying to exhaust me completely?”

  His eyes flash heat again. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

  Well, I do have a sex drought to make up for.

  * * *

  Two hours later, I wander out to the kitchen, freshly showered and thoroughly worn out. Paris grins when she sees me. “Looking good, Callie. I’m jealous.”

  I groan as I slide onto the stool at the breakfast bar. “I think I need about a week to recover.”

  Luke joins us as I say this. He goes to the fridge to grab the juice out and eyes me. “We clearly need to have sex more often.”

  “Or maybe you need to tell that dick of yours to settle the hell down,” I mutter.

  He smirks. “I heard no complaining earlier.”

  “Ugh. That’s because my vagina doesn’t know her limits.”

  “Guys, I’m standing right here,” Paris interjects.

  Luke drinks some juice and places his glass down. “I’m fairly sure your vagina has no limits, sweetheart.”

  “I’m outta here,” Paris mutters and I reach out to stop her.

  “No, we’ll stop talking about my vagina. Sorry.”

  Her phone sounds with a text, but she ignores it. “Sean’s watching TV if you wanna spend some time with him before you go to work,” she says to Luke.

  He nods as another text comes in. She ignores that one, too. When it sounds again, Luke says, “You gonna check that?”

  Paris shakes her head. “No.”

  He frowns. “Why?”

  “Because.”

  He cocks his head. “Because why, Paris?”

  She sighs. “Because they want me to go to a party with them tonight.”

  He’s silent for a beat. “You want me to see if I can get—”

  I jump in. “I can stay with Sean tonight if you want to go out.”

  They both turn to me. “No, it’s all good,” Paris says.

  “Honestly, I don’t mind.”

  “You’ve been here all day already,” Paris says. “I’d hate to ask you to stay longer.”

  “I’ll make you a deal. If Luke promises to cook pizza for me tomorrow, I’ll look after Sean tonight.”

  “Deal,” he says without waiting for Paris.

  I narrow my eyes at him. “You just want me to be in your bed when you get home from work.”

  He smirks again. “You read my mind so well, baby.” He moves around to where I’m sitting and tilts my chin so he can kiss me. “That and I just like having you here,” he says before leaving us.

  “God, he has it bad for you, Callie,” Paris says.

  “Good, because I have it worse for him.”

  I’m pretty sure I do.

  I’m more than sure Luke Hardy is fast becoming the centre of my universe.

  24

  Luke

  “What time is it?” Callie’s groggy voice filters through the darkness of my bedroom as I settle into the bed next to her.

  “Just after four.” I move behind her and pull her into my arms.

  She tries to turn and face me, but I hold her in place. Burying my face in her hair, I inhale her scent.

  She wiggles. “Luke…”

  “Give me a minute, baby.” I’ve been so damn hard for the last hour, unable to stop thinking about the fact she was here waiting for me. I grind my dick against her ass. The fact she was already naked is making it hard not to just sink into her and take what I want.

  Her moan fills the room and she pushes back against me. I find her breast and massage it as I kiss a trail along the side of her neck.

  “I like coming home to you.”

  “I like you coming home.”

  I grind against her again. “We should do more of this.”

  “That can be arranged.”

  “Tonight.”

  “I can’t tonight.”

  “Why?” I know I’m pushing her, but fuck, I need her in my bed as often as I can have her.

  She wiggles to turn and I loosen my hold so she can. “Avery wants to take me out to celebrate. She met a writer from a TV show and he wants me to email him after she showed him my book.”

  “I’m so fucking proud of you.” I run my fingers through her hair as I press my dick against her wet pussy.

  “Well, I haven’t done anything yet.” She rests one of her legs over mine, opening herself up to me.

  “You’ve been following your dream for years, Callie.” I push inside of her. Not all the way, just enough to tease her.

  “For the love of God, will you just fuck me?” she begs, tilting herself forward to take me further.

  “Am I going to hear complaints in the morning that I pushed your pussy past her limits?”

  She pushes against my chest so I end up on my back, right before she straddles me. She then bends to kiss me. I groan into her mouth. I’m not far off and her display of power is only serving to move me faster towards an orgasm.

  When she ends the kiss, I growl, “For the love of God, will you just fuck me?” I throw her words back at her.

  “Oh, you want me to do all the work?”

  I grip her hips. “Well, you did just take charge.”

  “That was because you were dawdling.”

  Fuck it.

  I
force myself up and take her with me, rolling her onto her back. Spreading her legs, I thrust inside, not failing to take in the pleasure that crosses her face as I do it. She wraps her legs and arms around me, and I fuck her hard.

  Usually, I control myself enough to make sure I’m not too rough with her, but I’ve lost the ability to do that this time. I’m focused on one thing, and one thing only.

  My head drops and my eyes close as I pump into her.

  Her nails claw into me.

  In.

  Out.

  In.

  Out.

  Rough.

  Hard.

  She takes it all.

  I demand more.

  She claws my skin.

  Her legs clench around me tighter.

  In.

  Out.

  I consume her.

  But that’s nothing because she’s already consumed me.

  She fucking owns me.

  Her scream shatters through the room as she comes and I grunt my pleasure when my release hits.

  And as we fall asleep in each other’s arms a little while later, I know that Callie holds my heart in her hands.

  * * *

  I wake, not sure what day or time it is. My brain can’t move fast enough to put it all together. I reach for Callie, but she’s not here. I blink my eyes open fully and find the bed empty.

  Pushing off the bed, I reach for a pair of jeans in my drawers and dress after using the bathroom. I then go in search of my family.

  I find them in the kitchen. All of them. Including my mother and Tyler.

  Frowning, I ask, “What time is it?”

  Callie moves to my side and places her arms around my waist. After she presses a kiss to my bare chest, she says, “It’s just after twelve.”

  I rake my fingers through my hair. “You should have woken me.” I can’t recall the last time I slept this long. I usually average no more than five hours a night.

  “You were exhausted, Luke,” she says.

  “Daddy!” Sean’s arms loop around my legs and Callie lets me go so I can scoop him up.

  “Hey, little man. Thanks for letting me sleep in.”

  “Callie said you were really tired.”