Skin Deep (Skin Deep #1)

I felt Luke shift a bit as he stretched behind his head to the lamp on the end table beside the couch. I blinked at the sudden soft light filling the room before my eyes flew to the head nestled on my thigh, so close to my naked cha-chi.

I heard a sharp, indrawn breath behind me as Luke looked down my body, getting a clear look at where Jackson was lying. Then, weirdly, I felt Luke’s breath become erratic, like it does when he wants to get me naked. His hands came up on my hips, sliding beneath the hem of it and moving up to cover my breasts.

“Luke!” I gasped in shock, my hands rising up to grab at his and pull them away, but he tweaked my nipples then, and I succeeded only in covering his hands with mine while he fondled me.

“God, sugar, it makes me so hard to see your pretty little body spread out in the light like that.” Luke groaned in my ear, his lips tracing it before moving down to my neck, kissing and nipping my

tender skin while his hands roamed over my breasts and stomach, his fingers dipping low, lightly brushing over the softness of me that was growing damp.

“Luke, no! Jackson…” I broke off on a gasp as he lightly parted me, the pad of his finger tracing my clit before sliding lower and dipping inside.

“Yes, Emma. I’m gonna make you come, and you have to hold still and be really quiet so we don’t get caught.” His voice was a hoarse whisper against my neck, and I moaned softly, the feel of his lips on my skin combined with his erotic words making me shiver as want flooded my veins. My breath was coming faster, harsher; I was so confused, but so turned on I felt like he was turning me inside out.

Luke felt me shiver, and his hand tightened convulsively on my breast. His hips jerked behind me and I felt the impossibly hard length of him press against my lower back. I shifted, intending to slide up so I could position that hardness where I wanted it most, but Luke’s hands stilled me.

“Jacks, sugar. Don’t move or you’ll wake him up.” He slid his finger slowly back out of my heat and, using his fingers, spread me open, baring me to his gaze. He gave a soft, guttural moan as he stared at my glistening pink folds.

I jumped as Jackson sighed in his sleep, his breath blowing lightly against my exposed clit.

“Luke,” I whispered, my voice breaking on a moan. “Please, lets go upstairs, baby. Oh, God, what if he wakes up? He’ll see you…what you’re doing to me. He’ll see me, Luke!”

“I know, sugar. But look down, Emma, see how wet you are? You’re dripping, baby, so turned on by the thought of being caught. Mmm, think of it, Emma…what would happen if Jacks opened his eyes right now? He’d see this,” Luke moved his fingers spreading me wide and suddenly thrust them inside me, “wouldn’t he, Emma? He’d see my fingers fucking you, baby, and it would make you wild.”

Luke turned his head into my neck again, biting the curve of my shoulder and making me moan louder this time. His words were like fire, racing through my veins, desire curling in my belly as they washed over me.

Oh. My. God. I was a freak! The thought of Jackson catching us, of him seeing Luke with his fingers sliding in and out of my body, turned me on so much that I felt like I would come from it. I tried to fight it, shaking my head against Luke’s chest as my hips began to jerk uncontrollably, rising to meet the thrust of his fingers.

“No, no, no…” I was moaning, even as I covered his hand with my own, pressing his fingers even deeper into my hot, wet channel.

“Yessss, Emma, yes!” Luke hissed against my skin. He pulled his other hand out from under my shirt and caught my chin, twisting my head around to take my lips in a wild kiss. Without pulling his lips away, Luke growled harshly, “He’s gonna wake up, Emma. He’s gonna wake up and he’s gonna see you come. And then I’m gonna let him watch as I slide into you from behind, sitting here just like this, baby, and I’m gonna fuck you. I’ll fuck you so hard while he watches and you won’t care, baby. You want it, Emma, don’t you?”

Luke increased the pace of his thrusting fingers, and I rode his hand, bucking my hips as I moaned, “No! Yes! God, Luke, I don’t know…I can’t…”

Luke pulled back a bit to look me in my eyes, his rhythm never faltering, and said, “Let go, Emma. You can. You want it, baby, I can see how much the thought of it turns you on. Show me your darkness, sugar.”

I broke at his words, coming so hard around his fingers as I threw my head back against his chest and bit my lip to keep from screaming. Luke was crooning in my ear, his fingers still lightly stroking me as I tried to recover from my shattering release.

I raised my head, looking down the length of my body and my eyes clashed with deep brown ones. I gasped, but my eyes remain locked on Jackson’s where he was lying between my thighs. He had raised his head off my thigh, and was propped slightly up on his elbow. His lips were curved slightly, half-smiling as he deliberately dropped my gaze and let his eyes roam over me.

I closed my eyes and whispered, “Luke…”

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight, murmuring, “Its okay, baby, I’m here.”

I felt Jackson move, sitting up and leaning back against the opposite arm of the couch. “I’m sorry,” he said softly.

I opened my eyes and forced myself to look at him, even as my face heated with embarrassment. I shook my head. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about, Jacks. I…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Emotions were warring inside me. My head was telling me that I should feel ashamed, but my body, and even my heart, were both telling me that I was seriously bent, a total freakazoid, and that wasn’t a bad thing. I felt free, like a piece of me had been broken loose, and I smiled at Jackson before turning to Luke and kissing him.

“You’re right,” I said against his lips.

“I know,” Luke replied. “You’re bent (was he psychic?) Emma. Seriously twisted. I love it.”

I moaned against his lips as he kissed me deeply again. He gripped my hips with his hands and lifted me up as he slid down lower on the couch. When he pulled my hips back down, I was sitting astride his, the hardness of him trapped beneath his jeans pressed against my naked wetness. I was still facing Jackson, and he was devouring me with his eyes.

“Wait!” I gasped. I looked over my shoulder at Luke and continued. “I don’t…I’ve never…”

“Emma, you don’t have to do anything. Jacks is just gonna watch, if you’re okay with it. I don’t think you’re ready for more than that-”

“No!” I cut Luke off. He smiled and crooked his finger at me. I carefully pushed myself up off of his lap and he sat up on the couch before pulling me down astride him again. He hugged me tight to his chest.

“Emma,“ Luke said, smiling slowly. “If you’d let me finish, I’m not ready for that. I don’t want anybody but me touching you.“ Luke glanced over at Jackson, smiling wryly as he said, “No offense, man, but you seriously are never touching my girl.”

Jackson nodded solemnly. “None taken. I know where you stand on this one.” He grinned mischievously then. “But I do still want to watch, just once. She’s beyond…” He shook his head, but didn’t finish what he was saying.