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I look up, and she shrugs.
“You are a very hard person to buy for, but when I saw the little shop at the mall and the guy said he could easily engrave whatever I drew into metal, I just felt like maybe you’d like it.”
“This is your handiwork?” I ask, my heart warming over the thoughtfulness.
She nods, but then she frowns a little. “Do you like it?”
“Like it?” I repeat. “Ace, I love it.”
“Yeah?” she asks, the nerves sliding out of her voice. “It’s not a dumb gift?”
I shake my head. “Far from it. It’s perfect. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Her mouth curls up into a relieved smile, and I fixate on those lips of hers. Full, pink, perfect lips I’m starting to find drive me completely wild.
She notices my mind’s new focus, and she digs her teeth into her bottom lip, a mix of uncertainty and desire finding its way into her eyes.
Fuck.
“Luke,” she whispers my name.
“What do you want, Ava?”
Silence descends upon us, but I stay patient, letting her be the one to decide.
But eventually, she does.
“You,” she whispers, and she takes it upon herself to pluck the gift out of my hands and set it on the nightstand. She stands up in front of me, removing her tank top and pajama pants and underwear, and she doesn’t stop until she’s completely naked. Just miles upon miles of Ava’s perfect body standing in front of me.
“I want you,” she whispers again and closes the distance between us. Her hands rest on my shoulders, and her body gloriously invades my personal space.
Hands to her hips, I stare up at her. “I want you too.”
A shaky breath escapes her lungs, and I simply let the poignant silence guide our minds.
The moment my fingers ease down her hips and onto her thighs, goose bumps start to rise on her skin. I look up and watch her face as I continue to touch her, my fingers caressing her skin. Down her legs, back up her legs, and they don’t stop until they sit precariously at the apex of her thighs.
Her nipples harden.
Her eyes fall shut.
Her heart-shaped lips form a small O.
And her chest rises and falls with unsteady, near-panting breaths.
Fuck, I want to take her breath away. I want to kiss her and caress her and slide inside her.
Making Ava feel good has now become my only mission in life.
“Luke, please,” she begs, and it’s music to my ears.
It’s also the catalyst for action.
No more teasing.
No more waiting.
No. More. Holding. Back.
Deep down, I know I am already hers.
But tonight, I’ll make her mine.AvaLuke runs his hands up and down my bare legs, not slow, not fast, just…painfully steady. When soft lips follow his hands’ path, electricity jump-starts my heart, and a moan escapes my throat.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything as bad as I want him right now.
Brown eyes stare up at me, their depths an endless pull of desire and passion and adoration and need. Lips hover mere inches from where I ache, where I throb, and a tremor rolls through my body.
“Please.” My voice is needy and desperate, and I move my hips forward, showing him, begging him, giving him permission.
“You’re so beautiful to me,” he whispers, his warm breath brushing across the apex of my thighs and causing that deep, aching throb to intensify.
With trembling fingers, I reach out to place my hands on either side of his face. And he just looks at me. Really looks at me. I feel no hesitation—no doubt. It doesn’t matter that there’s no turning back. I just want him to see me and touch me and taste me and feel me.
The room is quiet, and each heady breath that escapes my lungs feels slow and fast at the same time. Want morphs into need, and I have to shut my eyes and force myself to breathe through the agonizing ecstasy.
And then, like lightning, he acts. Hands gripping my ass, he yanks my body forward and presses his mouth against me.
Holy hell. Yes.
The shaky anticipation turns into trembling, sweet, sweet relief.
His tongue sneaks out past his lips, and he takes a taste.
Then another.
Then another.
And he keeps doing that until he starts up a rhythm that urges my head to fall back and my chest to move up and down with puffing breaths.
His big, sturdy hands reach up and grip my breasts, but he never stops tasting me, licking me, eating at me.
Oh fuck.
Delicious pressure builds and intensifies, and Luke doesn’t stop until my whole body explodes with the kind of orgasm that only exists in fucking fairy tales and fantasies.
My eyes roll back, and my entire body vibrates with each pleasurable wave that crashes over me.
I am no longer in my bedroom. I am no longer on Earth.
I now exist in another dimension that I never want to fucking leave.
