She lost control of herself and her actions and gave into the call of passion.
“That’s it, baby, come for me,” Luke said against her breast.
Suddenly he slipped right inside and filled her up completely, possessing her. This time they both groaned together and she had to hold on tight to the edge of the piano. He half held her and half rested her on it as he started pumping.
The pained expression on his face intrigued her, but she only had a moment to register it because he changed pace and started to pump faster.
“Luke!” she called out his name as a wave of pleasure blasted through her, rippling over her body like a blast of fire.
“Scream as much as you want, baby, give yourself to me,” he told her, and then the pumping became a pounding. She didn’t know how he could even talk. Because she was lost in the moment and the world completely faded away.
She’d never had sex like this before. Wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over her body, absorbing her into the sensation, sending orgasm after orgasm as he drove into her G-spot. And scream she definitely did, to his pure satisfaction. She saw the wicked smile on his face.
When he paused and pulled out, she felt empty and lost then, too.
“No, don’t stop,” she begged.
“I’m not, baby, remember, I promised to bend you over the piano.” Mischief now flickered in his dark honey eyes.
She gasped as he lifted her and placed her down, then, as promised, bent her over the piano.
Shit, she couldn’t stand up properly as her knees caved.
“Stay with me, baby, we’re not done yet,” he said close to her ear, his warm breath tantalizing like a sweet caress.
There seemed to be no end to the way this man captivated her. Everything about him oozed sexiness. From the way that he breathed against her, the confidence he exuded, the way that he touched her, the way that he possessed her body, owning her, making her his.
He plunged back inside her from behind and this position felt a hundred times different, and better, than the last.
That fire she felt before now scorched her inside and out, like the blaze you’d get from throwing a match on gasoline.
He pounded hard into her, gripping onto her waist to keep her in place and secure where they were joined, ensuring that each thrust was a hit to her entire core. He started going faster and faster at a furious speed, and she didn’t stop coming or crying out from the intensity of the pleasure.
Faster, he went faster, and then he took hold of her waist as a deep, primal growl escaped his lips.
She cried into her own release and sunk into his chest when he held her.
She felt dizzy and couldn’t quite catch her breath.
“That was so fucking good, Nat,” he breathed against her ear.
They were both covered in sweat, both still caught up in the haze of passion, both trying to catch their breath.
She twisted her head around and looked up at him. “It was amazing, Luke,” she told him.
It was, completely and utterly amazing and unreal.
He was still deep inside her, still there, but he held her close.
His gaze captured hers and they just stared at each other. Just stared, looking, and that was the moment when she truly felt like his.
As if she belonged to him.
He looked at her like he was hers, too, and she realized that no matter what happened, no matter what decisions were made, he would be hers.
Only him.
Chapter 11
Luke
* * *
The little minx.
She’d had him all night and now she was tempting him again with her perfect body.
They’d found some sheets that hadn’t been opened yet and made a love nest on the bedroom floor. There was a bunch of stuff here that they’d made use of. It seemed that his parents must have had a team of workers who’d stayed over when the place was being renovated because there were actual supplies here.
They’d found cans of food and packets of corn chips and other snacks.
While Natalie thought it was good to find since they didn’t have to leave to grab dinner, Luke took the idea one notch further and thought of how long he could keep her here. As in days.
Damn, the woman had driven him insane and he actually felt like a new man.
Right from the other day when he thought about the lake house.
It was actually a thought at that point. He considered just hanging here for the next few months to see how he felt.
Now that he and Natalie had christened the place their love nest, he knew he’d made the right decision. It already held fond childhood memories for both of them, and tonight—if he could still call it tonight as it was five minutes to midnight—was like magic.
Now she straddled him, naked, with her smooth skin looking golden in the light. Those delicious breasts bobbing purposely over his face as she tried to keep him awake. Little did she realize that he wasn’t tired. He’d be crazy to allow sleep to rob him of time with her.
He knew he’d get tired at some point, but it wouldn’t be now.
“Again, Nat, Jesus.” He smiled up at her beautiful face and she rested back on her heels, sliding over his cock.
“Oh please, Luke, will it help if I tell you how much I want you? Or do this?” The little minx was a damn seductress. She knew he couldn’t resist her, whatever she did. But hell, he watched her smooth her hands over her head and down her body, then back up to her breasts where she held each massive globe and jiggled them in front of him, moving closer so her nipples were again in his face.
Those were his weakness, and she must have known now that he’d agree to anything if she tempted him with those, and with herself. He’d had far too much fun with her tonight, so much so that his brain had turned to mush and all there was was her temptation.
“Oh fuck, come here, baby, let me suck you.”
She held her breast in front of him and he took the little nipple into his mouth.
Her moan of pleasure drove him wild. He was already hard, but at a controllable level. Just then she made him lose it.
As she arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth, he flipped her onto her back, setting her down on the sheets.
The desire in her eyes spoke a million words of her need for him.
Through his lust-filled mind he had to take a moment to appreciate the look.
Wow, look at her.
Those chocolate brown eyes held a sheen, a sparkle even, that was just for him. No one had ever looked at him like that before.
No one. He was lucky to have had this woman. This perfect being, who he hurt so badly, looked at him as if he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Even if he wasn’t.
She reached up and touched his face. “What? You’re looking at me like you’re trying to read my thoughts. Are you? You must know what I’m thinking.” The angel smiled up at him.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her.
“Have you seen my hair?” She giggled.
Her hair sprawled out over the sheets in loose waves that had started to spiral at the ends from being caught in the rain. It looked just as beautiful as she was.
“Your hair is beautiful, you’re beautiful, everything about you is beautiful.” It was the truth. Something soulful filled her eyes. He remembered seeing the look before, when she’d told him she loved him. He would be damn lucky to hear those words again. So damn lucky.
“Make love to me, Luke,” she said, her voice softer than a whisper. Silkier than the finest silk.
Make love. That was exactly what they were doing, because this didn’t feel like sex. There was too much emotion behind it to be just that.
“Yes ma’am.” He smiled and rose up to kneel before her. She looked excited to have him again. That just made him want her more.
She groaned when he ran his fingers over her slick opening to check to see if she was ready for him.
He smiled when he noted th
at she was more than ready.
He guided his cock inside her, sliding in to where she craved him. She sucked in a sharp breath as he filled her and had that half pained, half pleasure-filled look on her face that turned him on.
Each time they’d done this it got easier than the first time, where he was actually worried that he’d hurt her.
She arched her back as he thrust in slowly, building up a pace. But as she adjusted, he lost the cool edge of control he had and started pumping into her. He took her leg and rested her foot on his shoulder, and that’s when the fun began, because he was completely buried to the hilt.
They were both moaning now as the ecstatic bliss of passion took over. He felt her spasm around him as an orgasm took her, and then again moments later when another one gripped her and had her calling out his name.
He drove into her, gripping onto her waist with a desperate need like he had to have her. Like he needed every part of her.
The pressure that built in him was too much, his nerves pricked beneath his skin with heat and he couldn’t even attempt to force himself to slow down. He cried out in pure pleasure as he exploded, erupting his release inside her, virile and volcanic.
Jesus. How could that have felt better than the last time? How could she have such an effect on him? The kind of effect that kept giving, kept serving.
It was her. Again that was the answer. Her.
She was the kind of woman that satisfied a man for life—and beyond that too.
He breathed hard as he watched her and tried to steady his breathing so he could talk, but it was difficult.
Between the buzzing of his nerves, the loud thumping of his heart and the beautiful sight of her, he couldn’t get his brain to work.
He moved away from her, resting back on his arms, and managed to steady his breathing.
She rolled onto her side and looked at him, her hair spilling over her shoulders in a hot sexual mess.
“You are too much,” he told her.
“Me? You’re the one doing all the work so you deserve the recognition.” She laughed, breathing hard too.
“Come here.” He had an idea. No way was he going to pass up a chance to do this with her.
He took her up to the shower where they got in together.
Tiredness was now upon him but he wanted to do this, make the most of the time they had. She rested against the granite walls of the shower and he watched with appreciation as the water poured over her hair and ran down her delicious breasts.
“You wanted to see me like this.” She gave him a saucy smile.
“Busted.” He set his hands either side of her and allowed the water to run down him too. Then he turned the shower down so it would just be a light sprinkle over them.
It was just enough for him to appreciate the scene of her standing naked before him, with the water making a slow trickle over her hair and her gorgeous breasts. This was the scene that he wanted to see. Indeed, her like this. Like the goddess she was. The essence of beauty, inside and out.
He would have loved to keep her here for the days he planned but knew that was unlikely to happen.
They stared at each other for a few long seconds, and now he wondered what it was she was thinking.
He picked up a lock of her hair and twirled it around his thumb.
“Thank you for bringing me here tonight, Luke,” she told him. “This place has a lot of memories for me. I won’t forget tonight.”
“Me neither, baby.” He couldn’t help but note the way she’d said that as if there was some finality in it. Like she wanted to remember so that…
Well, so that if something happened to him she’d have it in her memory.
“It was almost like we’d gone back ten years in time and none of what happened in the space between was real,” she added. “Like I was yours that night.”
It saddened him that he wasn’t. “I know, I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does, baby.” It mattered more than she would ever know. “Who…took it from you? Who did you give yourself to?” It was another question on his mind for years. If not the main one.
He’d wondered who’d took his place. Who she’d given herself to, who she’d fallen for.
And he’d hoped it was a better man than him.
The uneasy expression that filled her beautiful face told him it wasn’t.
“A boy in college.” She pressed her lips together.
“Did you love him?”
She shook her head without any hesitation or thought. “No… I just…” She paused for a moment. “I slept with him to forget you.”
Now he felt like an asshole. He felt like an asshole every time he was with a woman and couldn’t help himself but imagine her, and now he felt worse.
“I’m sorry. It should have been me.” He had to tell her that. She had to know that he thought that and meant it.
“It’s okay. It doesn’t matter.” She looked like she was trying to brush her feelings aside like she always did when confronted about the effects of something that mattered to her.
“Natalie, baby, it does to me.” By saying her name like that, she knew he was being serious.
“Natalie?” She smiled softly.
“I’m serious. Plus I guess it’s not like I—” he stopped himself. He was about to say it wasn’t as if he’d left her for something better. But in his mind back then he hadn’t thought like that. Like this.
She gave him a knowing look. “The Marines, you’re thinking about them, about when you left,” she observed.
“I don’t like to talk about the Marines with you, baby, since that’s the thing that kept us apart.” He gave her an off-key chuckle.
“Would we have been together if you didn’t go?” Interest flickered in her brown gaze.
He thought about it. If he didn’t get the call to serve in the Marines, she wouldn’t have thrown herself at him they way she did. So would he have taken any interest in her not knowing how she felt?
“Absolutely.” There was no point thinking about that too hard because he knew for a fact that they would have gotten together somehow. Their feelings stemmed way back beyond that night. To the point where he’d always had to remind himself that she was his little sister’s best friend, and then found her irresistible when she got older.
A little smile inched across her face, but then it receded to the concerned expression that had previously been on her face. “You haven’t spoken about what happened to you in the Marines. I mean the incident. It was bad, wasn’t it?”
Of everyone, she was the only person who’d asked him outright. After he’d given the report to his commanding officers, Luke hadn’t spoken about the incident again, and family and friends knew not to ask. The news had told them enough, and the guard he’d put up had given the warnings to prevent anyone from asking.
“It was bad, baby,” he replied, holding her gaze.
“I nearly lost you…didn’t I?” She pulled in a breath.
He thought of lying and saying no, it hadn’t gone that far, but he couldn’t lie to her.
“Yeah.”
At the confession, a tear immediately ran down her cheek. The light water trickled on them, but he could distinctly see the tears from the droplets of water.
He cupped her face. “Don’t cry, baby.”
She responded by shaking her head and placing her hand at her heart.
Guilt in all its pure essence took hold of him.
It gripped him in its angry claws and made him feel worse than ever.
In this night he’d felt it all, every single emotion there was to feel, and each had an impact on the choice he had looming over his head.
What should he do with his life?
Chapter 12
Natalie
* * *
Her mind had a nasty habit of spoiling things sometimes.
Focusing on the negative and sucking the life out of any positivity.
; That is exactly what was happening to her now.
Luke did his best to stop her from crying. He held her, he kissed her, he made love to her again and again. But still that sadness stayed with her.
It slipped into her dreams when she eventually fell asleep, and she not only dreamed that Luke died, she’d been there to see it happen. He was walking across the desert, kitted out in uniform and armed. Then suddenly she saw a spray of bullets coming from the sky. They all hit him, killing him instantly.
There was blood everywhere.
The sight of him dead woke her right up with a start and she realized that she was crying again.
Crying in her sleep. That couldn’t be a good thing.
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the bright morning light that spilled through the windows.
She eased herself up onto her arms and looked over at Luke lying next to her, his arms loosely holding her. He was out cold.
Natalie took a moment to look at his perfect form. God, he looked just as perfect asleep as he was awake. Probably more beautiful asleep because the bad boy attitude was missing, so it gave him a softer look that enhanced his beauty.
She watched the gentle rise and fall of his powerful chest and those tattoos she loved.
She wished she could stay.
Natalie had to go to work, but that wasn’t why she was going. She would have passed on work today.
She was going because she needed to clear her head. Work out this thing with Luke, because she didn’t know if she could do it.
Do this.
She didn’t know if she could just be with him for the time he was on leave and then detach and pretend that she wasn’t terrified that he might get killed.
If anyone asked her for the honest truth, she would say that she absolutely hated the idea of him going back to the Marines, and it was something she had to deal with.
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