There’s no hesitation on my behalf. “Yes, I want this.”
His deep breaths come hard and fast as he walks that tightrope of restraint, and at my words, the rope snaps, and I know the switch has been flipped in his mind.
I know he’s going to give me the best damn sex I’ve ever had.
Moments flash by, and I can hardly keep up with him. He removes my T-shirt and bra and then slides my jeans and panties off.
His movements are swift, yet gentle. He positions himself over my body, on his hands and knees, an
d dips his head so he can take one of my nipples into his mouth. When his warm tongue sweeps over my skin, I grip the bed sheet and wrap my legs around his body.
Yes.
Oh, God, so many yeses.
There are not enough yeses in the world for Luke Hardy.
Maybe it’s three months of no sex, but pleasure is ricocheting through my body, and I think I might actually explode from how amazing it is.
Or maybe it’s just Luke.
I’ll have to sleep with him at least once more to know for sure.
He has a wife.
Oh shush, it’s complicated.
“Callie.” Luke’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “I don’t have a condom. Do you?”
“Yes, in the drawer of my bedside table.” Thank God.
He reaches for the drawer and rummages around until he finds what he’s looking for. A moment later, he has the condom on and gives me his full attention once more.
I want his lips on mine again, so I take hold of his face and guide him to me. As he kisses me, I can feel a smile playing on his lips, and briefly, pull away to say, “Are you laughing at me, Luke Hardy?”
The smile lights up his face. “No, but I am loving the fuck out of you taking charge with that kiss.”
I love this sexy, fun side of him; I’ve never seen it before. Luke holds himself back most of the time, and although I now understand why, I want more of this fun side.
I want more of him, full stop.
And then he gives me what I want.
His lips.
His hands on me.
His body against mine.
He kisses me like I’m the sunshine to his rainy day again.
He steals my breath.
But he doesn’t really steal it because you can’t steal something that is willingly given.
As his mouth presses kisses down my stomach, I wind my fingers through his hair, anticipating the extreme pleasure his mouth is about to deliver. When he reaches his destination, he takes hold of my legs and positions them over his shoulders before dipping his face to my pussy.
One flick of his tongue and I’m his. Hell, I was already his, but now I’m ready to hand over the keys to the driver’s seat whenever he wants to take a spin.