For a split second, the sane, pragmatic part of my brain reared her head and said I should consider that.
I told her to shut up, then gave a little hop to raise my legs and wrap them around Luke’s waist. “What are you waiting for? I’m not going anywhere.”
A predatory hunger blazed in his eyes, sending a delicious ripple through my body.
“Yes, ma’am.” Spinning on his heel, hands still on my back and wrapped in my hair, he hightailed it to the stairs.
Anticipation built in my belly as he bounded up the steps, two at a time. Once we reached the second floor, we were turning into his bedroom in four long strides.
The door shut with a bang as he kicked it closed on the way to his bed. Light from the street filtered in through the window, casting silvery shadows through the room.
Though his steps were hurried, he placed me gently on the bed against the pillows.
But I didn’t want gentle. I was already wound tighter than a corkscrew. Clutching the sides of his face, I pulled him in for a deep kiss.
Madness, my mind whispered.
Pure and utter madness gripped me. I knew this was fast. That I barely knew him. But I couldn’t bring myself to care.Not when his soft, lush mouth plundered mine, and his work-roughened hands tunneled beneath my shirt to skim my sides.
Tugging at the hem of his shirt, I practically begged him to take it off without saying a word, too caught up in his kisses to speak.
He understood the message, though, and sat back long enough to yank the shirt over his head.
The filtered glow from the street shone in ripples on his muscled chest. Dark blond hair glittered silver in the light.
Reaching up, I ghosted my palms over his chest. Hard work had sculpted his body, not a gym, and it showed in the firm, sinewy muscles.
“Your turn.”
The low rumble of his words washed over me, sending shivers racing down my limbs. Even my toes tingled. With a moan, I let my hands drop away from his body so I could peel off my shirt.
As soon as the fabric left my hand, Luke’s hands curled behind my back to unsnap my bra. Cool air dusted over my chest as the black lace fell away.
“I like this.” My bra dangled from Luke’s finger as he held it up, sparing it a glance. A crooked, rakish smile spread over his face, making his eyes glitter with mischief and need in the low light. “Though I like it better off of you.” With a quick flip of his wrist, the scrap of fabric sailed over the side of the bed to the floor.
A soft giggle slid past my lips. “You ought to like my underwear, then, too.” I had a thing for matching bras and panties. No one typically saw them, because I rarely dated, but they made me feel sexy, and I liked the confidence boost that feeling gave me.
The smile on his face froze, then slowly died as his gaze drifted down my torso to my hips. His throat worked as he swallowed. “Oh yeah?”
I nodded, biting back a smile. Feeling emboldened by the heavy smolder in his eyes, I raised my hands to the waistband of my shorts and flicked the button with my fingernail. “Wanna see?”
His low laugh rumbled through the room. “Hell, yeah. But I get to take these off you.” He batted my hands out of the way, deftly unsnapping the button and pulling down the zipper.
I raised my hips so he could tug the denim down my legs.
The soft hum he let out, followed by the stroke of one finger over my lace-covered core, was enough to make my eyes roll back and the breath leave my body.
“Gorgeous. But they’ll still look better on the floor.” Hooking his fingers over the top, he yanked.
They didn’t get very far before his fingers took their place. With one touch, he pulled a sharp gasp of pleasure deep from my soul. Leaning close, his mouth brushed mine. Waves of pleasure rippled through me from both points of contact, meeting in my stomach to bounce around and ricochet down my limbs.
Then he added his other hand to the mix, cupping my breasts and teasing the tips. It was too much, and the waves of pleasure broke like a tsunami, crashing over me, inundating me with a flood of bliss.
Holy moly…
Maybe the secret to the best sexual encounter of my life was a younger man.
Almost as soon as I had the thought, I waved it away. It had nothing to do with Luke’s age.Hewas the deciding factor.
