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“Fucking perfect,” I mutter. “I’m going to make you feel so damn good, wildflower.”

Her breath catches as my hands slide down over her ribs. Goosebumps rise under my fingers. She’s so beautifully responsive, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it. I pull back just enough to look at her—flushed, wanting, mine.

There’s no napkin, no rule, no end date, nothing between us anymore except the bedroom door Eden already closed and the night we’re about to take for ourselves.

53

EDEN

The last time Luke was in my bedroom, I thought it was my only chance. I grieved the way that I wouldn’t be able to touch him like this again.

Now, I get to slide my tongue into his mouth and pull on his shirt. I could get down on my knees and pull out his cock, or I could drag him to the bed and straddle his face. I could do anything I wanted to him, and I doubt Luke would ever tell me no. He wouldn’t deny me anything that I really wanted.

Right now, though, all I want is to hand over the reins. I just planned a whole goddamn wedding, and I’m exhausted.

I’m more than happy to hand over the task of making me come to my boyfriend.

He doesn’t make me wait, either. Luke drags his fingers over my panties, teasing my clit through the thin fabric. My thighs clench around his hand, and he lets out a low chuckle.

“I know. I missed this too,” he says.

I cling to his shoulders as he strokes me, expertly moving his fingers over the sensitive flesh until my panties are damp and my legs are trembling. It’s so good, yet not nearly enough. I don’t want the fabric barrier. I want to feel his hands on me, really touching me.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please, what?” he asks, not adjusting his touch one goddamn bit. “Please make you come? Please fuck you with my fingers? Please put my mouth on your pretty pussy until you’re creaming all over my face?”

“Yes,” I whisper. All of it. I want every filthy word spilling from his mouth.

He just shakes his head, patient and cruel. “No, baby. Not yet. This is all you need for now.”

I want to scream at him. Slow, gentle touches through my underwear is not what I asked for. It’s not what I need. Then again, when has Luke ever not given me what I need?

I force myself to nod. Trusting him has always worked before. If he wants to make me come this way, I can at least let him try.

Except ten minutes later, I’m still squirming against his hand. My panties are absolutely soaked, my clit swollen and throbbing, my chest heaving as I breathe heavily against him. But I don’t feel that familiar, soaring feeling before an orgasm. I’m fucking frustrated and almost close to tears.

Luke’s mouth moves over my neck, swirling his tongue over my pulse point and gently nipping at the place where my neck meets my shoulder. His body pins me against the wall, while my muscles throb weakly with unreleased pressure.

“Please,” I whine, for what must be the tenth time.

“Almost there, wildflower,” he says. His voice is a soothing contrast to his torturously slow touch. “I have all night.”

“Eight months you made me wait,” he says against my ear, his fingers never once speeding up. “Consider this interest.”

Except I can feel his cock hard against my hip, even through his suit. He must be suffering too, but he seems like he’s in no rush to end it. I’m losing my mind. I don’t know how long I can take this. Tears threaten at the edges of my eyes.

Luke smiles down at me. “I love seeing you like this.” His teeth drag over my shoulder. “All squirming and desperate for me. You’re adorable. And I know that as soon as I do this, you’re going to agree that it was all worth it.”

As soon as he does what?

His mouth slants over mine at the same time that he reaches under my panties and roughly shoves two fingers in me, fucking me with them so rapidly that it’s all I can do not to scream. My pussy clenches him greedily, and all the built-up tension finally spills over and I’m coming hard enough to see stars.

His name spills from my mouth, over and over as I get exactly what I wanted, then slump against him, boneless.

Luke picks me up like I’m nothing and carries me over to my bed, where he lays me down like something precious and fragile.

I blink hazily up at him, the aftershocks of my orgasm still twitching in my muscles as he strips off his suit. His hands fumble with undoing his tie, then again with the buttons at his wrists. He’s not as unaffected as he looks, and it’s a relief.