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Her gaze lowered, a soft moan all but escaping her lips. His cock jutted forward, long and hard, promising more pleasure. It thickened under her inspection, darkened. If she could have crawled on her knees and fallen beneath it, licked the glistening pebble of liquid on the tip, she would have.
Her gaze went to his. “No holding back,” he said softly. “Put your legs down, Katie.”
She swallowed, realizing he wasn’t moving. He was standing there, watching her as she was him. Which seemed a fair enough trade. Slowly, she lowered her legs, pressed her hands to the couch, her breasts exposed to his hungry stare that traveled lower.
He went down on his knees in front of her but didn’t touch her. “Open for me, baby,” he ordered softly.
That he wasn’t touching her somehow made the order more erotic. Slowly, she did as he said. Inched her thighs apart, spread her legs for him. His eyes seemed to caress and touch every inch of her.
“Beautiful,” he said hoarsely, arousal lancing the one word that pulsed through her like a vibration. Heat spread through her limbs, expanding within her chest, set her heart to racing. She was panting. Panting and the man was not even touching her. Nor she him. It was as if he’d settled a barrier between them, an erotically charged barrier that only he could break. She’d never experienced anything like it in her life.
“Luke,” she said, all but pleading. “Please.”
His gaze riveted upward to meet hers. “Please what, Katie?”
“Touch me.”
“Where?” he asked.
“Anywhere,” she said.
“Show me where. Show me how.”
Vulnerability assailed her. “Luke,” she pleaded again. The truth was, she’d never touched herself for a man. Never even considered it. Certainly, she knew her body, felt comfortable in her own skin. She had been a dancer, her craft being an extension of sensuality to some degree. But touching herself for a man had always felt like giving away a piece of herself reserved for her and her alone.
“I won’t take you anyplace you don’t want to go, Katie,” he promised, his eyes holding hers, the air charged with sexual energy. “Anywhere you touch, I’ll touch.”
She swallowed against the sudden dryness in her throat. Could she touch herself in front of him? She’d never done that with a man. Never felt comfortable enough, free enough. He’d touch where she touched, he said. And she wanted him to touch her. Wanted it far more than she wanted control, she realized with shock. Luke felt safe. Luke whom she’d tried so hard to demonize, to make the enemy. It was insanity.
She reached up and touched her breasts, filled her hands with them, pinched her nipples. Watched him watching her. Felt her womb clench at the intense look on his face. Her fingers twirled her nipples. She moaned softly. “You like it when I do this?”
“I do,” he said. “But you’re going to like it even more when I do it.” His voice lowered. “Show me where to touch you, Katie. Show me where to taste you.”
Taste. Those lips. That tongue. She’d already experienced the pleasures they represented, and she didn’t need any more encouragement. Her hands began to travel, over her neck, back over her breasts, pressing them together, her nipples peeking through her fingers.
Luke leaned forward and ran his tongue over them, one peak and then the next. Lick, swirl, lick.
Her hands went to his hair. His name whispered from her lips. “Luke.”
More licking, a delicate scrape of teeth, and then he leaned back. “Show me more, Katie. Where do you need me.”
Oh, she needed him all right. The fingers of one hand slid seductively down her stomach, through the triangle of curls above her clit. She touched herself, stroked her clit, slid her fingers into the wet heat dripping from her core. “Here,” she said. “I need you here.”
He pressed her legs wider, callused fingers brushing up and down her thighs, slow and seductive. His lashes lowered, head tilted as he watched her caress her sensitive flesh, until he covered her hand with his. Helped her touch herself. “Keep going,” he said, urging her to caress her swollen clit, while he slid his finger inside her. Katie gasped, pleasure sparking through her. He slid another finger inside, delicately exploring. His lips trailed along her upper thigh, teasing her with where they might go next. Tongue tracking a line along the triangle.
“Luke!” Katie said, going insane from the anticipation, arching her hips, pressing against his fingers.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, leaning in and kissing her fingers as they slid along her nub. “My mouth?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I want your mouth,” she said. “Where?”
“On me,” she said, beyond shyness now. “Inside me. All over me.”
Her reward was instant. His mouth replaced her hand, covering her clit with warm, wet heat as he gently suckled her. A moment later, he was licking her, tasting her, driving her wild.
