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“You’re gorgeous,” I say and look up to his eyes that are glazed over in lust.
He places his hands on my hips and hoists me onto the counter. My legs are spread so he can find a place between my thighs. My counters are extra high, so I cry at the loss of the feel of his erection. His mouth is on my shoulder, licking along my clavicle, as he slowly unzips the back of my dress until the strapless top falls and my dress pools at my rib cage, exposing my bare breasts.
“Luckiest man alive,” he says as he licks at my nipples, sucking and lavishing at the buds one at a time, paying homage to the other with deft fingers.
A desperate whimper escapes my throat. Desperation drips down to my core. I grip his head and hold him in place, begging him to bite and suck and have his wicked way with me. I grind against him, seeking friction to my ever-aching clit. I grip his hair and pull his head back for a soul-shattering kiss.
“I need you, Luke.”
“You have me,” he declares. His hands rise to the sides of my head, and he kisses me with strong strokes and sultry swipes.
“We can’t stay here,” I say. “Ainsley will wake up.”
“Do you want me to leave?” His question is asked as he moves his mouth back to my neck and caresses my breast with his hand.
“Upstairs. Bedroom.”
He lifts his head. “Are you sure it’s okay with her home? Maybe we should wait. Fuck, I really don’t want to stop, but I will.”
My chest is heaving, and my core is throbbing as I slip my arms around his neck. “Parents have sex all the time with their kids home.”
“Thank God for door locks.” His full lips swiftly turn into a smirk.
In one fell swoop, Luke places a hand under my knees and another on my back and lifts me off the counter. I hold the top of my dress to my chest as he carries me up the stairs. His sense of urgency makes me laugh.
“Be quiet, or you’ll wake our daughter,” he says as he walks past Ainsley’s room and then stops at the bathroom, only to realize it’s the wrong room. Then, he toes open my bedroom door. “Jackpot.”
I’m placed on the bed, and then he walks over to the door, double-checking it’s locked.
I sit up on my elbows, my dress falling down in front, and admire the sight before me.
Luke Incendio.
The man who wooed me in Aruba, rescued my heart in Walden, and claimed it on a carousel hours ago is standing before me, strong and sexy. His shirt is almost entirely unbuttoned. There’s an obvious form of arousal in his pants. As his teeth skim his lower lip, there’s no missing the awe in his eyes as he looks at me lying on the bed.
He slowly steps toward me, his shirt falling open, allowing his ridges of muscles to come into view. I want to feel that skin against mine.
“Are you just going to stand there all night?”
He blinks a few times. “I’m just waiting to wake up.”
I tilt my head. “You dreaming?”
“If I am, I don’t ever want to wake up. You. On the bed. Like this?” He bites his fist. His eyes close as he tries to compose himself. They open, and it’s with moist lips and a primal yearning. “Best fantasy of my life.”
“You always were one for cheesy lines.”
“That’s not a line, baby.” He takes five long strides toward the bed. His feet stop just before me as he looks down.
“What is it then?” I rise to my knees and meet him at the edge of the bed.
“It’s just me. I’ve wanted this so fucking bad. I still can’t believe you’re here. Even after all these years, all that’s happened, you’re—”
His words are silenced by my finger on his lips.
“No more words.”
I move my hand to the back zipper of my dress and lower it to the end, just above my ass. My dress falls to the duvet, and I shimmy out until I’m left in nothing but a thong. My hair cascades over my shoulders. My full breasts are exposed and puckering in the cool breeze despite the intense heat pouring from his stare.
