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“Yeah,” I grunt, hypnotized by the sight of my dick slotting in and out of her ass cheeks, disappearing into her voluptuous perfection.
“You make me so wet. I’ve never felt this way before. All tingly and excited. I want your dick so bad. Seriously. If I wasn’t on my period… I’d try, Luke.”
“Talk about—”
I grunt, my shaft aching, my tip feeling like it’s expanding with all the come.
“Yeah, Luke?” she moans.
“How big you are. Curvy.”
“Hmm.”
“What’s wrong?” I growl, stopping for a moment.
“I’m not sure I can… in a good way.”
I stare at her firmly into her eyes as she looks at me over her shoulder. It’s a preview of how she’ll look when I take her doggy style for real, slipping my shaft deep and hard so her ass ripples against my merciless abs.
“You can. Do it.”
I keep fucking the special place between her legs, and she moans, speaking through her lust.
“I used to be nervous about my body,” she whimpers. “I didn’t think anybody would want me. I’m too curvy, but you see it, Luke. You see how hard my ass makes you.”
She trails off at the end, her voice faltering as if she finds the words ridiculous. There’s nothing silly about them, not to me.
“Keep. Going.”
Her ass is rippling for me faster and faster, every inch of my length hot, but my tip burning most of all. My end tingles and throbs as seed works its way up, my explosion getting closer.
“My big, juicy ass… bouncing for you, Luke, only for you.”
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I explode all over her back and ass. Some of my come shoots out with so much primal force it lands on the back of her neck. After, I collapse atop her, wrapping my arm around her body, gently massaging her breast as I kiss her cheek.
“I didn’t plan on that,” I whisper. “I swear, you make me so goddamn wild.”
She turns and kisses me gently. “I’m not complaining. I’m sorry we couldn’t—you know—go all the way. I need to get cleaned up.”
“Me too,” I say. “Let’s have dinner together. We never got to enjoy our date.”
“Do you promise not to go into beast mode?” she teases, kissing me again.
“Is that what you want?” I smirk.
“I don’t know. I love it when we just talk and are together, but I also love it when you get that look in your eye, like…”
“Like what?”
“Like nothing could stop you,” she murmurs, and my cock begins to get hard again, just like that.
“That’s because nothing can.”
“Not even a bullet,” she whispers.
“Not if it’s standing between you and me…”
She rolls over onto her back, and I lean down and kiss her as gently as possible. I kiss her how she deserves to be kissed, showing her she’s more than a sexual object to me. Until I’ve fully owned her body, I won’t be able to control this fire completely. Maybe even after, it will still burn as I become even more captivated with physically claiming her in the bedroom, but I hunger for her soul, too.
“What are you in the mood for?” I ask.
She grins, and I laugh.
“I’m talking about dinner. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“But it’s so much fun in the gutter.”
We kiss again, but eventually, she softly pushes me away and walks into the ensuite. I get cleaned up, too, thinking about what Kenny said.
There’s still so much we don’t know about each other.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jane
“Is your steak okay?” he asks, sitting across from me at the fancy-looking kitchen table. That’s the only way I can think of it, fancy-looking because the carved, unique material is so far outside my regular world. This whole place is, but there’s something about dinner, about sitting opposite Luke, who looks so much like he belongs.
I say it. “I feel so out of place,” I murmur, laying my fork down.
Things have been a bit awkward ever since the heat in the bedroom. It’s like he’s constantly holding himself back, but not just on the physical level. It’s as though there are things he wants to say but can’t.
Am I projecting? Hell, this is obvious. There are things I want to say about my crush, my past, and this feeling of being trapped. I never would’ve taken it back if I’d known he was going to get shot. I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if he hadn’t woken up, had gone forever, never knowing that I’d wanted him for so long.
“You belong here,” he says, the lamplight shining on his cheekbone and the silver dust in his hair. “This is the only place you belong, Jane.”
“How can you say that?”
He looks at me, his fork shaking slightly in his hand. I ache every time I look at the bandage under his shirt, the way it shifts the fabric of his clothes.
