When he moved his mouth to my neck, the combination of his soft lips and coarse beard on the sensitive skin near my throat sent sparks through my entire body. “I don’t think you’re going to need much more instruction,” I whispered.
He chuckled. The sound was deep and guttural, with a slightly sinister edge to it. I shivered.
“Maybe not,” he murmured before pulling my earlobe gently between his lips.
His arm banded across my chest, his hand cupping my breast, while the other remained pressed firmly between my legs, working magic. My knees started to tremble with the impending release. He held me tighter.
“Shhhh,” he whispered as I bit back the cry that wanted to expel from my lips when my muscles contracted and released with sweet agony.
I turned around and pushed my fingers into his hair, burying my face in his neck as I came down. A few breaths, then I reached for his belt, eager to reciprocate, eager to touch the erection that’d been pressed adamantly into my backside while he’d focused on my pleasure. As soon as I undid the buckle and moved my unsteady hands to the top button of his shorts, the sound of rushing water through pipes upstairs abruptly stopped.
Luke grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands back to my sides. “We can’t.”
“I know.”
He looped his belt back through the buckle and paced, adjusting himself. He turned to look at me, shook his head, and chuckled darkly. “Grown adults, sneaking around like a couple of teenagers.”
I giggled. “I know!”
He came back and stood in front of me. “We’ll tell her when she gets back from my parents’, alright?”
“I think that makes sense.”
On Sunday, Luna would go to Pennsylvania to spend a week with Luke’s parents before she went back to school. From the way she talked about it, they’d done the same thing for years.
“You sure?” he asked.
My brow furrowed in confusion. “Sure that I want to tell Luna?”
He nodded.
“Of course,” I said.
“Okay.” He held my gaze for a moment before continuing. “And then, I mean, we can’t ever get caught doing…that”—he gestured to the space between us—“I think that would be mildly traumatizing.”
I huffed a laugh and nodded in agreement, feeling my cheeks heat.
“But I feel like you could stay over after that. I don’t think it’d be a big deal if she saw you, knew you were there, in my room?”
“Yeah. I mean, if she knows we’re together, I think that would all be perfectly fine and normal.”Like parents, my brain filled in. But I didn’t want to say anything like that yet. That seemed a bridge too far—for Luke, for me.
He smiled, liking my answer. “It’s a plan.” His hand reached out and squeezed mine, then footsteps sounded on the stairs.
Luna sat in one of the stools in the kitchen, looking at us expectantly.
“What do you want to do for the rest of the day?” Luke asked her.
“I don’t know,” she huffed.
“Want to go up island to the fair? Ride some rides?” he asked.
Her eyes widened with excitement. “Yeah!” She turned that enthusiasm in my direction. “Are you coming, too, Val?”
How does he ever say no to her?
“Yes. I love that fair. I used to go to it when I was your age.” I smiled at her. She popped off her chair and scurried back upstairs. To get ready to go, I assumed. I turned to Luke. “Let me call Mimi and see if she wants to come, too.”
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