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“Zoey,” he groans, fingers fisting my hair. His tongue moves faster, our kisses filling with more and more urgency.
Another hour of kissing.
Or something like that.
His kisses grow softer and then, slowly, he pulls his head back, panting. I can barely breathe as I look at him. His eyes are hooded with lust. Which makes sense, considering my panties are well soaked. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want Luke.
He drops his forehead against mine, barely able to keep his eyes open. “What are you thinking?”
So many things run through my head.
Holy shit that was hot. I want to do that again. What does this mean? Are we doing this? That kiss was incredible. I want to fuck you. I’ve never felt this wanted before.
But what do I say? “I’m wondering if your dick is as tattooed as the rest of you.”
He chokes on his own saliva as he looks at me. “Jesus, Zoey.”
My eyes drop to his crotch, where I can see that thick muscle straining against his jeans.
He leans in and sucks on my neck. My head tilts back giving him more access. My hands come to his shoulders, fingers massaging—and occasionally digging into—his back.
“What are you thinking?” I mumble.
“Fucking finally,” he growls.
I’m done for.That low growl in his voice, his possessive grip on my waist, the feel of his lips on my throat. He’s claiming me over and over again.
Suddenly, he pulls his lips from my throat and locks eyes with me again. “I want this, Zoey. You. Us. I’m tired of pretending I don’t. I can’t focus when I’m around you. You’re all I want.” His lips drop to my neck again. “All I can think about.”
My heart thunders in my chest. “I want you too. I want us. Everything, Luke.”
“Thank God,” he growls again.
Alpha Luke does devastating things to my insides.
My hands slip under his shirt as we make out like horny teenagers again. I really think that’s a misnomer, though. I wasneverthis horny in high school. It probably helps that I haven’t had sex in over a year. And I haven’t had good sex in… a really long time. My fingers drift along his waistband. He grabs my hand and rips his lips off mine. “Not tonight,” he breathes.
I furrow my brow. My lip pushes out into a pout. Not having any of it, he grabs it between his teeth and tugs on it.
He is destroying me.
“Why not?” I barely get out.
He kisses my neck, then stands up straight and backs away from me. “Because my mother raised me to be a gentleman. Today was incredible, but it wasn’t a date. It wasn’tspecial. I want to go further.” He glances down. “That’s obvious. But I don’t want to do it like this. I want to bring you flowers, take you on a spectacular date, and then bring you back here and make you come as many times as I possibly can.”
Holy fuck. My underwear is gone. Poof. Spontaneously combusted.
My mouth is dry and I have to swallow several times before I can say, “I like the sound of that. Tomorrow?”
He smirks at me. “I have to work a little late, then I usually have dinner with Cece.”
My face falls. “And I have dinner with Mikey and Trish.”
He smiles softly, cupping my face in his big hand. “Zo, restaurants are open late for a reason. I’ll be here by eight-thirty at the latest.”
I slide my hand into his hair, staring at his gorgeous face. “And tonight?”
He presses his lips against mine. “More of this, but maybe somewhere more comfortable. I wouldn’t mind just talking with you, too.”
