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“Good.”
He opened the door and then returned his hands’ attention to her, the one that didn’t rest beneath her caressing her breast as he carried her toward the bed. It was a California king, and the bedclothes and the canopy were gold and shimmering in the torchlight that entered through the patio doors. He would’ve found the glass wall’s continuation into the bedroom uncomfortable under most circumstances—he had no desire for an audience—but this section of the beach was private land, and the only thing beyond it was the ocean.
This place was theirs. The night was theirs.
He laid her on the bed and paused beside it to stare at her. Even in the dim light, she was an absolute goddess. She shifted back to lie on the pillows, and there was a teasing fire in her eyes that sent another rush of blood to his cock. Rose reached up to unfasten the top button of her shirt, and then she looked up at him from beneath her long eyelashes. “Do I have to do all of them, or would you like to handle it?”
Luke growled lowly as he climbed on top of her. “I’d love to handle you.”
She slid her hands along his chest, and he shivered under her light touch. He felt the warmth of her hands even through his shirt, and he needed them against his skin.
“Please do,” she purred.
He leaned down to capture her lips as his hands began to work their way down her shirt, unfastening the buttons. His fingers brushed against her breasts as they moved, and he barely suppressed a groan. She had a way of driving him crazy even when she was still fully clothed. The way her lips pulled at his hungrily, wanting more, and the way she twisted slightly beneath him every time his hands met her breasts…
He wanted her so badly he thought he might explode.
Her hands caressed his chest as he unbuttoned her blouse, and when he finished, he pushed the garment back off her shoulders, stopping when the placement of her hands hindered his progress. She pulled them back and shrugged out of the shirt before beginning to unbutton his, as well. Luke smirked against her lips, his hands settling onto her breasts through her bra. Heat shot through him as he squeezed and was rewarded by a soft groan, and he felt himself beginning to strain against his slacks.
Rose’s fingers fumbled at the buttons of his shirt as he began massaging her breasts, his lips sliding down over her jaw to suck at the creamy skin of her neck. She groaned softly, pausing in her motions for a moment before finishing his buttons and trailing her delicate fingers along the muscles of his chest. He groaned against her throat. Her light, tender touch electrified him, and he craved more. Craved it everywhere.
She lifted her legs to tangle them around his waist and used them to pull him closer, rubbing her hips against his firmly, and he sent up a quick prayer of thanks for skirts. The material slid upward as Rose moved, making it impossible not to feel her heat through her panties. The tightness of his slacks was becoming uncomfortable, and he shifted his hands to work at unfastening her bra as his lips roamed down over what he could reach of her chest. He nibbled at the spot just beside her clavicle, and she let out a breathy moan.
A growl rumbled in his throat. He finished with the clasps quickly and pulled the bra free and tossed it across the room, and he heard a thump as it hit the wall. He then reached for her hips to pin them to the bed. She let out a sharp breath as his mouth moved down to begin lathing kisses over her bare breasts. She shuddered and groaned. He slipped a hand beneath her skirt to brush his fingers against her core, where he felt wetness building through her underwear.
“Luke,” she moaned, her hips twisting toward his touch.
“Hm?” His voice was low and rough, and he looked up to see the lust in her eyes. Her hair was a halo on her pillow.
“I love you so much.”
He grinned against her skin. “And I love you.” His lips brushed over the soft, smooth skin of her breasts, and he paused to suck on her hardened nipple as his hands ran along her waist. Her breathing quickened, and Luke chuckled against her skin. He kissed downward over her stomach as she twisted beneath him, and he unfastened his pants to relieve a bit of the pressure before guiding her skirt down over her hips. Reluctantly, he lifted his lips from her skin long enough to pull her skirt free and toss it in the same direction he’d thrown her bra.
He then closed the distance between them and claimed her lips forcefully as his hands caressed her hips, her breasts, her waist… God, he loved the touch of her skin. He’d missed her so much, and having her here, where he’d always wanted to be alone with her, felt so right. So perfect.
Rose returned his kisses hungrily, her hands gripping his shoulders and keeping him close as his fingers slipped between her legs and began to rub her slowly. She groaned against his lips and rocked toward his touch, and he continued his smooth circles until her breathing grew ragged against his lips and she let out a sharp, unmistakable groan. He bit the inside of his cheek to stifle one of his own as her fingernails bit into his shoulders, and he pulled back to rest his forehead against hers.
“Are you enjoying our trip so far?” he breathed. He savored the feeling of her breasts pressed to his bare chest and his unbuttoned shirt, her body warm and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She was panting.
In response, she slid her fingers into his hair and pulled him down again to kiss him hard. She pushed his shirt down off his shoulders, and he shrugged out of it and threw it to the floor. He slid her panties down her legs and discarded them, and when her hand slipped beneath his waistband to press against his aching cock, he groaned, rocking into her touch. She rubbed him slowly. He closed his eyes, trying to keep his control as pleasure coursed through him.
“I need you,” he growled, squeezing her breast with one hand as the other unfastened his pants.
“I know... Take me, Luke. I need you, too.”
“Rose,” he groaned, working off his remaining clothes and discarding them.
“Please,” she breathed. She bit her lip, desperation in her eyes. The light from the torches outside made her glow.
He gripped her hip and slid into her with a growl. With a moan of “Yes,” she lifted her hips toward him. Luke began rocking into her, groaning at the feeling of her, so tight and wet around him. Rose ran her hands up his back as she let out a stream of soft moans. She began to rock upward toward him, and he hissed against her neck. He gripped her hip hard, his motions steady and firm. Her moans grew louder, and he smirked between kisses along her neck and jaw. As her grip on him tightened and her nails dug into his back, he pulled in a sharp breath.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
“Don’t be.” He knew he was close to breaking, to being overwhelmed by the pleasure of her surrounding him. But he forced himself to hold on.
All at once, she let out a loud moan as her walls tightened around him, her head rolled backward, and her body quaked. Luke held his breath, forcing a few more thrusts before he couldn’t stand it any longer. He groaned roughly as he came within her.
As he struggled for breath and to fight past the pleasurable fog filling his mind, he rested his head against her shoulder, his eyes closed.
