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Chapter 5
Luke followed Christie into her dark house, watching her small figure as she dropped her keys on the kitchen table and draped her coat over the back of a chair. Now that they were inside, she seemed nervous, almost hesitant. There was something sweet about her sudden shyness.
“Do you want a drink or something?” Her soft voice echoed in the silent, semi-dark kitchen, the only light coming from the street lamp. Snowflake shadows danced across her face.
He walked slowly toward her, cupping her face in his hands when he reached her. “I want you.” He kissed her, a soft, sweet, lingering kiss that sent his blood rushing through his veins. He trailed his lips over her neck as he spoke. “I want to touch you and taste you and make love to you. I want to fall asleep holding you in my arms. I want to wake up and make love to you again. That’s what I want. But I’ll go if you want me to.” He pulled back and stroked his thumbs over her cheekbones, and her eyes glittered up at him. He could see the internal debate playing out across her face, lust warring with caution. After a moment, she bit her lip and relaxed into him, as though she’d made up her mind about something.
“I want you to stay, Luke. Don’t go.” The tremor in her voice almost undid him, it was so raw and fraught with need. He lowered his hands and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and kissing her again. She moaned softly into his mouth and he gripped her tighter, already craving a deeper, more intimate contact.
Savoring her slim, shapely body, he skimmed his hands up her ribcage and to her breasts, palming the firm, rounded flesh. The kiss deepened, and his hands roamed her body, exploring and discovering. He delved his fingers into her hair, ran his hands down her back and over her gloriously perky ass, then back up to her breasts. The more he touched her, the more he needed to touch her. She felt so incredibly good in his arms, with her hands stroking his chest, her hips rocking into him.
She pulled away and grabbed one of his hands, leading him down a darkened hallway that he knew led to her bedroom. Once inside, she paused, took a deep breath and turned away from him.
“Unzip me.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper. Not needing to be asked twice, he swept her long hair over her shoulder and then pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress until the cheeks of her ass peeked through. God, he wanted to see her, all of her. Her skin glowed in the silvery light streaming in through the window. The dress dropped to the floor, pooling at her feet, and before she could step out of it, he wrapped his arms around her, tracing his lips across the bare skin of her shoulders. With a sighing moan, she pressed her ass into him, and he could’ve sworn he saw stars, he was so hard. He splayed his hands over her stomach, still kissing his way across the deliciously soft skin of her neck and shoulders. She pressed into him again, and his hand dipped lower, slipping under the silky fabric of the sexy red thong she wore. He inhaled a shaky breath and cupped the heat radiating from between her legs.
“Yes, Luke. God, yes.” She arched her back, and he stroked a finger along her lips, parting them slightly. He groaned when he discovered how wet she was. For him. From his mouth, from his hands. She was slick and hot and the fucking sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. His thumb circled her clit as he slowly eased a finger into her.
Her head fell back against his shoulder and she rolled her hips against his hand. “More.”
He gave her a second finger and worked them in and out in a sure, steady rhythm, his thumb still circling her swollen clit.
“Tell me what you like. Tell me what turns you on.” His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke.
“You.”
Something swelled deep in his chest, filling him up with a possessive kind of pride. This beautiful, intelligent, funny, sweet woman wanted him. Was turned on by him.
He removed his hand from between her thighs and spun her to face him, kissing her and walking her back toward her bed. When the mattress hit the back of her legs, he eased her down, marveling at the sight of Christie underneath him, her breathing ragged, her cheeks so flushed that he could tell even in the dim lighting. As he kissed her, she worked at the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one. He sat up and shrugged out of it, tossing it to the floor.
“Oh, God, Luke. You’re so . . .” She ran her hands over his bare chest, rubbing her palms over his nipples. “Perfect.”
It would be easy, to simply shuck his pants, roll on a condom, rip that thong off and sink his throbbing and eager cock into her, spread as she was before him, but that wasn’t what he wanted. No. He wanted to make her quiver and shake, to make her moan and sweat, to make her scream and beg. He was going to do this right, dammit. Based on the hot, pulsing pressure already building low in his abdomen, it was going to kill him, but he was going to do this right.
He slipped a hand underneath her back and popped the clasp of her bra open, her full breasts spilling free. He bent his head and kissed the top of each mound and then kissed his way down to one hard pink nipple. Delicately at first, he swirled his tongue around it, relishing the feel of her skin against his tongue. She arched her back up into him and he sucked her nipple into his mouth, scraping gently at her with his teeth. She cried out, and her head fell to the side. He worked his way to her other breast and gave it the same treatment, kissing, licking and sucking until she was practically panting.
“Now, Luke. I want you now.” Her hands searched for his belt buckle, but he held himself back, slightly out of her reach.
“I’m not finished with you yet.” He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling. He teased his tongue along her earlobe. “I want to taste you first.” A shiver ran through her, and her hips twitched slightly at his words. He smiled as he kissed his way down over her breasts and stomach, taking his time. He slipped her thong off and settled himself between her legs. Kissing the inside of her thighs, he teased her, getting closer and closer only to pull away just when he was almost there. Already, she was wet and swollen, and he hadn’t even put his mouth on her yet.
“Please, Luke,” she practically sobbed. “Please. Make me come. God, pl—”
He cut her off with a long, slow lick over her wet folds, flicking his tongue over her clit. Moaning, she thrust her hands into his hair. He worked his lips and tongue over her delicious flesh, licking and sucking. With his hands, he spread her wider apart and explored her with his mouth, tasting her, savoring her. Her fingers dug into his skull as he circled his tongue around her, his lips sliding against her. She began to tremble, and he sucked her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue over and around it. Her entire body went rigid, and she cried out, her hips bucking as she came against his mouth, hot and pulsing. Panting, she called out his name and pulled him back up to her. Surprising him for the second time that night, she brought his face down to hers for a deep, urgent kiss.
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Her orgasm still shuddering through her, Christie kissed Luke, and when she tasted herself on him, she felt drugged with lust and desire. She traced her hands over his gorgeously hard, muscled chest, her fingers dipping into the ridges and valleys created by his mouthwatering physique. She’d already thought he was sexy as hell, but when he’d tossed his shirt to the floor, she’d felt as though she’d won the lottery: defined, cut pecs and Abercrombie-worthy abs, all covered with a dusting of short, crisp, dark blond hair. His arms were strong and thick, the muscles wonderfully hard under her fingertips. Gorgeous and perfect. And hers.
She reached for his belt buckle, and this time he didn’t pull away, letting her pull the leather strap free. He stood from the bed to take his pants off and she reached into her bedside table for a condom, ripping the foil square open with shaking fingers. She rose to her knees, watching him slip free of his pants, and her breath caught in her chest.
And she thought she’d won the lottery before.
Completely naked, she was finally able to see him. All of him. And there was a lot of him to see. Long and beautifully thick, his cock was gorgeous and perfect. Just like the rest of him. He was six-foot-one of pure, male perfection. She crawled toward him and wrapped her fingers around his length, loving the hot weight of him in her hand. Stroking him, she licked her lips at the bead of moisture glistening at the head of his shaft.
“Don’t even think about it. I couldn’t handle your mouth on me right now.” A crooked smile tilted his lips up and he took the condom from her fingers, rolling it on over his impressive length. She knew how he felt. When he’d put his mouth on her, she’d been so primed for him that she’d come faster and harder than she’d come in a long time, spasming like she’d been electrocuted.
Ha. Death by oral sex. What a way to go.
