She giggled as he took hold of her and kissed her, pulling her into the corridor.
“Come on, I have something to show you.”
“What is it?”
“Something cool. Are you busy?”
She glanced back inside to the living room and could hear the TV going with Harry talking about something she couldn’t focus on. Then she heard Jessica and Laura arguing over the dress.
They didn’t know about Luke yet.
When she focused her gaze on him, what she saw was the amazing godlike man who wanted to spend time with her.
“No, I’m not busy. I’m all yours,” she replied.
Girls’ night was over for her.
She locked the door and slipped into Luke’s arms, allowing him to whisk her away.
* * *
It was just after seven when they pulled up at the parking lot to the old lake house they used to play by as kids. She hadn’t been here in many years.
Not since they were actual kids.
The darkness of night had settled on the place but she could see that the whole area had been done up.
It wasn’t the old lake house anymore.
The manor house that stood off in the distance now looked stunning, and quite unlike the abandoned dwelling that it had looked like when they were kids.
It was actually someone’s home now, from the looks of things.
The lake that surrounded it made it look magical, like something from a fairytale. Especially where the moonlight hit the surface and made it sparkle.
A light mist of rain was falling, but she didn’t let that stop her from getting out of his Range Rover and walking a few paces away just to get a better look.
They had so many memories here. Even though it had changed, the change felt more like a preservation of their past.
When she looked back to Luke, he was already looking at her. Looking at her with adoration and appreciation.
“Do you like it?” he asked with a broad smile. In the moonlight and the surrounding lamp posts, she could just make out those gorgeous dimples in his cheeks.
“I’ve always loved it here.” She beamed at him.
“Want to go inside?” The smile widened.
She laughed. “Luke, I don’t plan on getting arrested. The place looks like someone lives there, it’s not abandoned anymore.”
They used to run through that house like it was theirs. Him, Jessica and herself. When they met the others, like Evan and some other people who they’d lost touch with, they’d joined them, too, and it was a blast. They’d be in the lake and in the house. Then they’d venture through the woods on the opposite side of the lake on some adventure with Captain Luke.
“I know the guy who owns it.” He walked around to her.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Really cool guy. You know him too.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. She swore she would remember if one of her friends owned something so sentimental to her. And it was a guy who was supposed to be cool.
Most of her guy friends didn’t live in Chicago anymore.
“Who is it?” She moved into his arms as he leaned on the hood of his car and reached for her.
“You’re looking at him.” He smiled.
It took her a moment to understand what he was saying. When she did, she gasped and brought her hands up to her mouth. “What? You?”
It wasn’t the fact of being surprised that he had that kind of money, because the Donovans were incredibly wealthy. It was more the shock of it.
“Me, baby.”
“Oh my God. How did you manage to get this so quickly? You’ve been here for less than a month.”
He looked over to it with a thoughtful look in his eyes. “It’s been up for sale for months. My mom told me about it. They remembered how much we loved the place as kids, so they put a small deposit on the place to keep hold of it for a year, just in case either myself or Jessica wanted it. At first I wasn’t interested because I’m away a lot, and now that Jessica’s getting married I figured why not. I know it’s too big for me, but it’s the memories, right? All I needed to do was complete the purchase. I arranged it all today and got the keys.”
She couldn’t believe it. That was very exciting.
He looked back to her and gave her that smile again, but something seductive flickered within his eyes.
“Come inside with me?”
“Absolutely.”
The rain started falling a little heavier as they made their way across the garden and they found themselves running to get up the steps to the house. Luke held her hand, pulling her along with him.
He opened the door and they went in, but it was too late, they were drenched.
She worse than him, and her hair was stuck to the back of her neck. Of all the days she should have had a ponytail, today should have been it.
Her attention was, however, drawn away from her hair and taken away by the interior décor of the house. They stood in the corridor that led into the living room. The old wooden floor had been replaced and now had a glossy Oakwood finish that ran through the house. The lights came on automatically as they walked in, and as she was lured into the beautiful living room, the darker areas lit up and beamed down on a grand piano.
She turned to look at Luke and again found he was staring at her.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.
“No, you are.” He came closer. “And forgive me in advance for staring at your breasts.”
She looked down at her breasts and winced when she saw that the damned white tank top she’d worn was wet and completely stuck to her. Today was also not the day to wear a flesh-colored bra.
She hadn’t planned to be out for the evening so these were her house clothes.
Natalie tried to lift the fabric away from her skin so it would at least not show herself off, but it wasn’t working. She looked like a wet t-shirt contest girl with big breasts who purposely entered to seduce men.
“Stop,” Luke said with that slow easy smile. He placed his hands over hers, stopping her from trying to the adjust top. “I want to see you, Natalie. It’s that déjà vu moment again, baby, but this time I will have you.”
His words froze her in place, and she might have been wet from the rain, but she felt the distinct wetness form within the depths of her core. It increased when she saw how he was looking at her.
With desire. With need.
She dropped her hands to her sides, fulfilling the déjà vu moment, because the top, slick and wet, stuck to her breasts, resembling the little baby doll lingerie she’d worn all those years ago in her effort to seduce him.
Her with her inexperienced self, trying to seduce her best friend’s super-hot older brother who just happened to be the only man she ever had such intense feelings for.
She wondered for years if those feelings were real. That was what she’d thought about back at his homecoming: seeing him again after so long, and if those solid feelings she experienced at nineteen could possibly be real.
It was safe to say that they truly were, and he was still the only man she’d ever felt this way about.
So here they were, right back at that place, a moment in time where they could cross the line of friendship and take things further.
She wasn’t the inexperienced girl anymore, and they were nearly ten years older.
He was looking at her breasts, and the more he looked the more turned on she felt from his heated gaze.
He reached out and she could have fainted from the intensity as he ran his fingers over her left breast, lingering over her already tight nipple.
“Look at you.” He gave her a gentle squeeze and continued caressing her nipple, making it harder, making her wetter.
She could have allowed him to do that forever, but Natalie had ideas of her own. She stepped back, out of his reach, as he pushed the straps of her top down.
“Not so fast.” She smiled with her own seduction. Natalie wasn’t the seductress that Jessic
a or Laura was. The things they’d told her they got up to were the kind of things you’d have to put an R rating on.
With Luke, however, she would make an exception, and not because she wanted to seduce him. They’d already crossed that bridge, and from the sexual heat that filled the room it was very evident that this night could only end one way.
What she wanted was to see how much he wanted her.
“You’re killing me here, Nat.” He smirked.
“I didn’t offer,” she teased
“Offer?”
“Myself. You can’t take something that’s not on offer.” She giggled as he reached for her again and she stepped away.
“Baby, now’s not the time to tease me. Look at my dick.” He pointed to his crotch, and she most definitely allowed herself the pleasure of looking.
The bulge she saw pushing through his jeans definitely displayed how much he wanted her. But it wasn’t enough.
She was going to tease the hell out of him. This man had made her wait for this moment for ten years.
“Nice,” she cooed.
He was surprised. “Baby, you aren’t supposed to say that. Come here.”
She stepped back again. “No, you made me wait ten years for this, so you can wait ten minutes.”
“Jesus, why am I waiting ten minutes? Do you know what we could have been doing for ten minutes?”
“I need to know that you want me,” she teased.
He gave her a sly look and a wicked grin. “I think you can see that I do.”
“No, that’s not good enough,” she joked.
“Oh fuck, Nat, you are a damn tease.” He pointed to her.
“No, before I offer, I need to know what I get in return.”
He shook his head at her and did what only he would do by taking off his t-shirt. And damn, she had only imagined what those fantasy muscles looked like before, but there they were on display for her.
All displayed on her solid, sculptured, military man. He stood there, knowing he looked devilishly and deliciously handsome.
The rich outlines of each muscle group were chiseled to perfection. The icing on the cake of his gorgeousness was his tattoos. There was a Celtic swirl on his left breast and several Japanese characters running across the edge of his waist.
She had to swallow to stop herself from drooling.
“This is what you get, baby,” he said, speaking slow and purposefully with emphasis. “Do you have any more questions?”
He smiled when he saw her assessing his body. She’d never seen anyone look like that in real life. Only on TV, and on something like an ad for Calvin Klein, or on a magazine cover like Men’s Health. He was too sculpted for something like GQ, although the looks and perfection were all there.
“What else do I get?”
The wicked grin turned into a smile. “I’ll show you in a minute before I bend you over by the piano.”
A lump formed in her throat and she found it difficult to swallow, but she still spoke. “A minute?”
“A minute. I want to see you in nothing but that shirt first.”
The little wrap-over mini-skirt was stuck to her legs but wasn’t a problem with its dark blue color.
Slowly and teasingly, she lifted the edge of her top and pulled it over her head. He came closer and kept his gaze on her. She then snapped open the little butterfly clasp holding her bra together.
She had his keen attention the whole time, but nothing satisfied her more than his expression when her breasts spilled out and bobbled as she moved.
Natalie rested against the wall now as he came for her and took both breasts into his hands.
“Nice, really nice.” He squeezed, voice sweeping over her, burning her skin with the fire of desire. “I’m going to enjoy playing with these all night, and now I have to get the answer to a question I’ve had on my mind for the last nearly ten years.” Luke’s eyes darkened.
“What’s that?” she asked, although she was finding it very difficult to talk against the constriction that formed in her chest. By now her nipples were diamond hard and painfully tight.
“How you taste. I want to know what you taste like. I imagine you to be sweet like honey. Warm honey and strawberries.”
She’d been wrong to play with him and taunt him, because she’d just landed herself in her own trap. Listening to his smooth, silky, deep voice made her imagine him tasting her, and bending her over like he said he would by the piano.
His fingers ran down her waist and she watched in keen anticipation as he leaned down and placed a line of kisses on the top of her breasts, leaving a wake of fire in the trail of his kisses. Then he closed his mouth over her right nipple and she had to grip onto him as her knees buckled.
She moaned with desperation as he suckled on her, running his tongue backwards and forwards over the tight, taut peaks. He sucked her like he could actually taste something, as if he was enjoying what he could taste.
She arched into him, breathing labored, as he moved to the other breast. Her fingers wove into the soft, tight, silky curls of his hair and over to the faded edges of his head where his hair had been shaved to the cool style he sported. Desperation for more made her hold his mouth against her.
He obliged her, sucking harder, seeming to know exactly what she wanted.
She didn’t want him to stop, ever. The feelings that rushed through her body were unreal.
He released her nipple and she pulled in a breath to clear her mind.
“Your tits taste good, baby. But this was where I meant.” He held her gaze and slid his hand beneath her skirt, finding her panties and running his fingers over the soft lace that shielded her core. “You’re soaked. I’m tasting you there.”
Before she could say anything, or even catch her breath, he slid her skirt down her legs and didn’t waste time taking her panties off, too. The look on his face as he looked at her naked form was almost primal. Raw. Hungry.
It seemed fitting that no one had ever looked at her like that before, because she’d only ever wanted him.
Only him. The thought almost made her sad that it couldn’t just have been him, but in the same breath she knew that he hadn’t only been with her either.
Not something she wanted to be thinking about now, but it entered her mind and she pushed it out.
They were each other’s now. If only for this moment. This night. This moment in time where her wish to be with him was coming true.
He sunk to his knees and the mere touch of his hands on her thighs robbed her of her senses. All except the ecstatic bliss that licked at her skin. He settled her against the wall and pushed her thighs apart, then thrust his tongue straight into her.
“Luke,” she cried. An orgasm rose immediately within her. Pulsating and insistent, firing bursts of pleasure through each nerve ending in her body. She shuddered from it, writhing against him with each thrust of his tongue, feeling like she couldn’t take anymore.
Just as she thought she would pass out, he moved back with a mischievous smirk on his face.
“I was right. You’re perfectly sweet. Perfect.” He smiled, his words igniting a fire within her.
She breathed hard, watching him rise in one fluid motion to his six feet and four inches. Towering over her.
She sucked in a breath and he picked her up and moved with her over to the piano where he set her on top.
She watched with keen eyes as he undid his belt buckle. What she saw before, bulging against his crotch, left a lot to her imagination. But as his cock jutted free from his boxers, her mouth dropped.
He was massive, truly massive, and she actually worried how he’d fit inside her.
Her expression only made him smile wider with confidence. Confident in how he looked, confident in how she looked at him.
“Don’t worry, baby. I promise I won’t hurt you. You’ll definitely enjoy this.” He smiled with a smug expression, then reached down to his pants on the floor to take out a condom from the back pocket.
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nbsp; Natalie was just so mesmerized by him that she could barely breathe, barely think.
She watched him tear the packet open and mentally drooled at the thought of him sheathing himself with it, but then considered that what was more drool worthy was him being inside her not wearing the condom.
She was on birth control but still used a condom with whoever she was with. This was Luke, the man that she’d fantasized about all her life. It seemed fitting that she should have him completely.
She reached for his hand and stopped him. “I’m on birth control, I…mean you can use that if you want, but I trust you, and if you trust me, you don’t have to.”
That was perhaps the most words she’d said since they’d stepped inside the house.
Something sparked in his eyes that heightened the wicked glint. It was excitement.
“Oh, I do trust you, Miss Natalie. Prepare for one wild ride,” he said with a wink, taking hold of his massive erection. “Hop on, sweetheart. This is all for you.”
God, it was like some forbidden fantasy. Just his words alone made her wetter. She moved, but he, too, came closer, taking hold of her waist.
She rested her hands down on the smooth surface of the piano, but the minute the large head of his cock touched her folds she winced as a result of how sensitive she already was there.
He guided his way inside her an inch at a time, but not quite there yet due to his size. A desperate moan escaped her lips from the strange mix of pain and pleasure his movements created within her.
“It’s okay, baby, relax. You’re so tight.”
“Is that bad?” she asked on a labored breath. Concern filled her at the thought of not being what he wanted. It wasn’t like she was an expert in sex or something, from the very small handful of men she’d been with. Three—and they weren’t even close to Luke.
“Oh God, no. It’s perfect, baby, just perfect.” He eased himself inside her more and sucked in a sharp breath. It wasn’t a surprise that he felt massive inside her. “Fuck, you feel so good, Nat. I can’t believe I waited this long to do this with you.”
She couldn’t have agreed more, but she couldn’t answer. She moaned and whimpered as he rubbed her nipples and lowered to suck them again. Just those few seconds of sucking made her come right there, because she was so sensitive and so close, and she felt a gush flow through her, making her writhe beneath him.
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