by Rachel Lacey
Amy let out a little whimper.
Yeah, this was torture, but he couldn’t seem to stop. “And then I want to bury myself inside you so deep I—”
“Hey, man!” Joe said loudly beside him.
Luke almost bit his tongue. Amy whirled backward out of his arms. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets to hide himself from embarrassment.
“Am I interrupting something?” Joe asked, glancing between them with an amused look.
“Not at all. We were just talking,” Luke said. Dirty talking, but talking.
“Mm hmm. Well, I just wanted to let you know Amanda and I are heading out. She’s exhausted, and we leave for Hawaii early tomorrow morning. The guys said they’ll come over tomorrow to help clean up everything if that’s okay.”
“Perfect,” Amy said, a little too cheerfully.
“Okay, well good-bye then. And thanks again for everything, Amy.”
“It was my pleasure,” she said. “Truly.”
Luke watched him walk away, then turned to Amy. They stared at each other for a moment, then her lips turned in a wicked smile. “Finally.”
Chapter Seven
It was another half hour before the last guest left. And then Amanda’s parents insisted on hanging around and helping Amy straighten up. She let Yoda run around the yard while they worked. As soon as the last car pulled out of the driveway, she dragged Luke in through the back door of her house. Inside, they stood facing each other for a moment in the near darkness.
“About damn time,” he said, then he crushed her against him for a kiss that completely wiped her mind of any rational thought other than getting him into her bed.
“Hurry.”
“Baby, I didn’t wait fifteen years for another chance with you to hurry once I finally have you all to myself.”
A shiver of anticipation rippled through her. She reached down and gripped him through the front of his pants. Oh yeah, he was hard. And was it possible that he was even bigger than she remembered?
Had he really waited fifteen years for another chance with her? That didn’t make sense when he’d moved on so quickly after they broke up. He’d married impulsively, then gotten divorced a few years later. Those were the actions of a fickle man, not the man she’d thought she’d known for a few tender years in high school.
Luke swept her off her feet and carried her down the hall to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them to keep the dog out. “Now, I think the first thing we talked about was making out for a while.”
“Skip it.” She pushed his suit jacket over his shoulders.
He set her on the edge of the bed, then shrugged out of the jacket. “No rushing. I mean it.” He kissed her, slow and sensual, burning her up from the inside out. Their tongues tangled, and their hands roamed. She pressed her body against his, clinging to him while he kissed her senseless.
And God, the man could kiss. But all that time on the dance floor had taken a toll on her self-control. She brought her hips against his, pressing his erection between her legs, but it wasn’t enough. She rocked against him with a whimper of frustration, drawing a low groan from Luke.
“I think the next thing we talked about was getting you out of this dress,” he said, his voice strained.
“Hurry.” She leaned forward, spreading kisses across his neck while he fumbled with the zipper on her dress.
He tugged at the back of her dress. “Dammit.”
“You have to undo the clasp first, then the zipper.”
He pulled back for a moment to kiss her. “Why do women’s clothes have to be so complicated?”
“Are your hands shaking?” She gripped them in hers.
He looked into her eyes. His were hot and heavy with lust, but it was more than that. He was tender despite his urgency, like he wanted much more than sex. “That’s the effect you have on me.”
“That, or you’ve been celibate for too long.” She winked, trying to restore the playful mood between them, because right now he looked so serious it was making her heart turn all kinds of crazy cartwheels in her chest.
“This is more than sex. You know that, right?” He kissed the palm of her hand and pressed it against his cheek. “I want you, Amy. All of you, not just your body.”
Ah, crap. Now he was talking about emotions, and she didn’t know what to say, but then he freed the clasp on the back of her dress and eased down the zipper. His hands were on her bare skin, and she forgot how to speak, forgot everything but the way it felt when he touched her.
No one else had ever seduced her the way Luke could.
He slid the dress over her shoulders, revealing her bra. A low groan tore from his throat as he leaned back, just taking her in. Her skin flushed warm, and she felt the inexplicable urge to touch herself beneath his heated gaze.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. He knelt between her knees, trailing kisses down her neck and across her chest. He nipped at the lacy edge of her bra, teasing, tempting, until she arched her back, pressing closer.
He popped the clasp of her bra, and it tumbled to the floor. Then he drew her nipple into his mouth, teasing with his tongue until the ache between her legs grew almost too strong to bear. She shifted restlessly, fisting her hands in his hair to hold him close.
His hand trailed down her belly, dipping inside the dress where it had pooled around her waist. His fingers traced the edge of her panties, and a needy whimper escaped her throat. It had been so long, so very long, since a man had touched her. “Please,” she whispered.
“Oh, baby, I’m just getting started.” He dipped his hand between her legs, touching her through her panties, and her body went up in flames. She was already so close, and he’d barely touched her. “But first I need to finish undressing you.”
He tugged her forward into his arms, and the dress slid to the floor. He looked down, and his eyes darkened. “Damn, baby, you are so gorgeous.”
She didn’t believe that for a minute, except…beneath his gaze she did feel gorgeous. He was looking at her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She reached down and tugged at her panties. They hit the floor, and Luke sucked in a breath.
“I think the next thing I said was that I’d put my mouth on you until you screamed my name.” His voice had gone low and husky, and oh God, so sexy.
“But you’re still dressed…”
He pushed her back on the bed. “I can wait.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, and she gasped. His mouth was hot, the sensation almost too much to handle. He kissed his way up her leg until he reached the apex of her thighs. There he paused. Then he kissed her, and she let out an embarrassingly needy squeak.
She whimpered and squirmed as he drove her wild with his mouth. Stars were already dancing behind her eyelids, and before she knew it, an orgasm exploded through her, rocking her to her core. “Luke!” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
He coaxed her higher with his tongue, taking her right outside herself with pleasure, and holy shit. She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt anything so amazing.
“Damn, that was hot.” Luke flopped onto the bed next to her, his eyes glittering in the near darkness. “I forgot how sexy you are when you come.”
“And I don’t remember you being this much of a dirty talker,” she whispered, still breathless from the orgasm he’d just given her.
“I’ve grown up. So have you.”
“I like the grown-up version.” And yeah, she was talking about more than just his body too. “But you’re wearing too many clothes.”
He laughed roughly. “Sure am.”
She slid forward to straddle his lap, unbuttoning her way down the front of his shirt, but he was still hard, so hard, and it was highly distracting. Luke let out a strangled sound, his hands gripping her butt, pressing her more firmly against him. She rocked her hips, thrilled at the way her body responded to his, already wanting more, already aching for the kind of release only he could give her.
“Amy—” His voice was strained a
s he thrust himself against her. “I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now.”
“That’s probably the celibacy talking,” she joked.
“That certainly isn’t helping, but it’s you, Amy.” He crushed her against him with another heady kiss. “It’s always been you. Only you.”
Their bodies were entwined now, kissing, touching, desperate. She fumbled the last buttons of his shirt, and he tossed it to the floor. Then she reached for his pants. He groaned as she undid the button, her fingers brushing against him. She slid her hand down his length as she lowered his zipper, and he thrust against her palm.
He scrambled out of his pants and boxer briefs, and then he was finally, gloriously naked. His body was lean but muscular in a way he hadn’t been back in high school. He was a man now, not a teenager. A man who trembled beneath her touch as she traced her fingers down his chest and took him in her hand. He was so very big, so hard. For her.
“Now, Luke. I can’t wait another minute.”
He let out what might have been a laugh or a groan and dove for the side of the bed. He came up with a condom, tore open the package, and rolled it on in record time.
“Only you, Amy,” he whispered as he positioned himself over her. And with one long stroke, he slid inside.
They clung to each other, desperate and overcome. He thrust once, long and slow, then picked up the pace, matching the thrust of her hips with his. He felt so good, so good, inside her. As good—better—than it had ever been.
She burned for him, the ache inside her rising, growing, building until she thought she might burst from it. “Luke,” she whimpered, pressing him even deeper inside her.
“Amy…” He swiveled his hips, thrusting faster, and she broke.
She screamed his name as pleasure exploded inside her, hotter and brighter than anything she’d ever felt before. Luke groaned, thrusting faster, harder. His body tensed as he found his own release.
They lay like that for a long time, not moving, their bodies still joined.
“Only you,” he whispered again, and her heart swelled inside her chest.
Only Luke. There had never been anyone else. But after everything that had happened between them, how could she ever really trust him with her heart?
***
If there had been any doubt in Luke’s mind before, now he knew: he was in love with Amy Jameson. Maybe he’d always loved her. And he had this one night to show her how he felt and how much she still meant to him. He had to give her a night she’d never forget.
“Do you want cake?” she whispered beside him.
“Cake sounds great.”
She slipped out of bed, went to the dresser against the wall, and pulled out some kind of pink shirt-dress, which she tugged over her head. He stood and pulled his boxer briefs and pants back on, then followed her down the hall to the living room.
Yoda trotted at their heels.
“Be right back.” He gave her a quick kiss and walked outside to his SUV. Since he’d been hoping like hell the night would end like this, he’d packed a duffel bag because he did not want to wear this suit home tomorrow.
He grabbed the bag and went inside. Amy was in the kitchen, presumably stealing a couple of slices of wedding cake for them, so he went down the hall and changed into khaki shorts. He tucked a condom in the back pocket, just in case. When he made it back to the living room, she was waiting with a big slice of leftover wedding cake on a plate.
His stomach rumbled.
“I didn’t have a chance to eat any earlier,” she said. “I was a bit distracted.”
He sat and pulled her into his lap. “Same.”
She’d brought two forks and handed him one. “Tell me more about your work with Doctors Without Borders. What was it like? What countries did you visit?”
He forked a chunk of cake into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. “I spent almost a year in Iraq, primarily working with Syrian refugees. I delivered babies and treated injuries. There are so many innocent people over there who have nothing to do with the war but have no access to medical care because of it.”
Amy turned her head to meet his gaze. “I had no idea. Were you in danger?”
He shrugged. “Some. But I needed to be there. I had been feeling so…restless here at home. I don’t know how to explain it, but I needed to spend some time doing something for someone else for a change.”
She kissed him. “I get that, but I’m so glad you made it home safely.”
He turned her in his lap so that she faced him. “Things in Baltimore weren’t satisfying me anymore. I did my thing overseas, and it was great, but that’s not it either. I need more, Amy. I’m ready to settle down. I want a family. I want you.”
She drew back. “You said tonight was just about having fun, and we’d worry about the rest tomorrow.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You’re right; I did. I’m sorry.”
They were quiet as they demolished the rest of the slice of cake. She wiggled her butt against him and gave him a look. “Again?”
How could he not get aroused with her sitting in his lap? “We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
“Yes, we do.” She stood and tugged him toward the back door.
“Where are we going?”
“A replay of earlier tonight,” she said with a giggle.
He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he followed her anyway. Her backyard still looked like a wedding venue. The chairs and arbor were still there, the tent and tables still in place. Amy bent down behind the tent, and the twinkling white lights came back on. She led him over to the grassy area of the lawn where they’d danced for so long earlier, waiting for everyone to leave.
“But this time, no one’s here,” she whispered.
“Just us.” He pulled her into his arms, and they swayed together to the song of the crickets and cicadas buzzing in the trees around them.
“No neighbors,” she said, pressing her hips against his.
“Which means this time I can touch you.” He reached under her skirt and palmed her ass.
“And I can touch you.” She ran her hand down the front of his shorts, and his cock surged beneath her touch.
“I get the better end of this deal,” he said, sliding his hand between her legs.
She gasped as he touched her bare skin. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” She slid her hand inside his shorts and gripped him.
“This is the kinkiest wedding I’ve ever been to.” He stroked her, rewarded by her needy gasps and the way her hips thrust against his hand.
“Mm hmm.” She stroked up and down his shaft, and damn if he didn’t need her every bit as badly as he had earlier tonight. His cock ached beneath her touch, and when she swirled her fingers over his head, he damn near came in his shorts.
He tipped his head to hers and kissed her, drinking her in, his tongue tangling with hers. They swayed together beneath the twinkling lights, touching, teasing, stroking, until Amy pressed her hips against his. “Now.”
And he mentally high fived himself for putting that condom in his back pocket earlier. He unzipped his shorts, rolled it on, and lifted her into his arms. Her legs went around his waist, and she lifted her hips so that his cock pressed against her center. And then she sank onto him.
They both gasped. He clutched her in his arms, his cock buried inside her. His body burned. Amy squirmed with a needy whimper. Holding her close, he walked into the house. Each step rocked her slightly against him, and by the time he lowered them onto the couch, he was so far gone he was already seeing stars.
He held her in his lap, and they made love, raw and hot and needy. As he poured himself into her, he knew there was no one else for him.
Only Amy.
But did she feel the same?
Chapter Eight
Amy woke to bright sunlight and that feeling of mild panic that every mother feels when she realizes she’s overslept. Where’s Noah? Why didn’t he wake me?
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nbsp; But then Luke stirred beside her, and she knew. It was Sunday. Noah was camping with T.J. And she’d slept in because she and Luke had been up late doing all sorts of naughty things. Her body was sore in some mighty interesting places this morning.
“Mornin’,” Luke said, his voice low and gravelly from sleep.
“Good morning.” She rolled to face him.
God, he looked good first thing in the morning. His face was covered in a delicious amount of stubble, his eyes still soft from sleep. Amy, on the other hand, probably looked a hot mess. Had she even washed her face before bed last night? She couldn’t remember. She reached up self-consciously to smooth her hair.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, as if he’d read her mind.
“And you’re a liar.” She nudged him playfully with her fist.
“I never lie.” He grabbed her fist and tugged her in closer.
And, oh yeah, they were both naked. And Luke was already fully aroused.
And now, so was she.
“Plans for the day?” he asked as he nibbled the side of her neck, going straight for the sensitive spot that had always been her undoing.
She snuggled in closer against his body. “More of this?”
“Sounds good to me.” His hands wandered down her sides, touching and caressing as they went.
She pulled back to look at him. “Noah will be back this afternoon.”
“I figured that.”
“So, I think you should go home before then.”
His brow furrowed. “Why? I like hanging out with him, and, unless I’m wrong, I think he likes hanging out with me too.”
“He does, but there’s a big difference between Mr. Luke, the guy who’s helping get the house ready for a wedding, and Mr. Luke, the guy who’s…whatever we’re doing.”
“You don’t think he’ll like us dating?”
“I don’t know.” She bit her lip and looked away. “I haven’t really dated since his dad left us. Change is hard for Noah, any kind of change. He needs things in his life that are permanent, and I’m not sure that this is.”
