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“You’re here now.”
I stand next to him at the island and place a hand on the counter.
“I am,” he murmurs. “So are you.”
I clench the cold granite countertop in order to cool the way his baritone heats my skin.
He must feel something, too, because he pulls in a sharp, short breath. He moves his body closer to mine.
“I’ve been so enamored by my child’s existence that it’s overshadowed why I came here in the first place. Weeks ago, when I showed up on your doorstep, it wasn’t with the knowledge I have today. I came here, scared and with my tail between my legs, because I had to see you again.”
“I know. You came to apologize.”
“I came to see you again,” he repeats.
His body grows ever closer, and I suck in a breath. The stone against my palm does nothing to cool the ever-flowing blood from boiling over in desire …
For his words.
For him.
“Jillian,” he breathes. “I was enraptured by you the first moment I saw you. Your fierce personality. Your self-assuredness. You think I’ve aged well? You’re the most stunning, captivating woman I’ve ever met.”
As if traveling on its own, my fingers rise and touch his jaw. I lay my hand on his face and he falls into it. A deep, ragged breath expels from his mouth as he does so, looking back at me with hungry eyes.
“You can’t say words like that to me unless you mean them,” I plead.
“I’ve meant every word I’ve ever said, except one. The answer was never no.” His fist grips the fabric of my dress at my hip and pulls me in. “I should have said yes.”
I tremble as the coarse fingers of his other hand travel slowly up my arm.
“Yes, to being with you.”
His palm glides up to my bicep, leaving trickles of shivers on my skin.
“Yes, to having a life with you.”
I whimper as he caresses my bare shoulder and skims the skin of my neck.
He tips my chin and forces me to look into his eyes.
“Yes, to being the man of your goddamn dreams because you sure as hell are the woman of mine.”
He grips my face and brings my mouth up to his. We’re breaths apart, and I drink in his scent, his air, his desire.
I might question his need for me, but in this moment, there is no sense of wonder left. Especially when his body edges close to mine and I can physically feel the desire in his bones.
Wanton in Luke’s arms, I melt into him, gripping him firmly by the back of his head and bringing his mouth to mine. A guttural moan sounds from deep in his throat as his lips part, and his tongue invades my mouth, penetrating and lavishing me in the sexiest kiss of my life.
My hooded eyes flicker up to see him. His eyes are closed, yet desire is written all over his face. I close my eyes again and get lost in the heat of his kiss.
I slip my tongue inside and out. His lips are soft and full, and he meets every wet, hot glide of my tongue with a more demanding one of his own. Our lips weave as we lap and suck. He tastes divine, and I savor every flick of his tongue.
His mouth moves to my neck, and he devours my flesh, taking wide-mouthed kisses up and down the artery. As his teeth skim my ear, I pull him close and feel the bulge of his arousal against my belly, my hips seeking the steel. I love that he’s aroused from our connection.
Desire pools at my core, and I inhale a shaky breath as it sends shivers up my body and out in a quivering gasp.
Luke pushes me against the counter and uses the leverage to smash his body to mine. My hands roam his hardened chest. I undo more buttons so I can slide my palms against it, breaking our kiss long enough to admire his beautiful skin and the husky muscles he’s acquired even more of since I last touched him.
