Sean and I set the table while Luke cuts the pizza, and soon we’re all sitting around the table laughing and eating. I love the memories Luke is making with his son. Fun family dinners, breakfasts together, and orange parties are things I never experienced with my family. Conversation was stilted at best and happy times over meals were pretty much non-existent.
Once dinner is done, Luke puts Sean to bed after some protesting. Sean wanted to stay up to spend time playing with me and then he moved onto begging for time reading with me. Luke held strong and didn’t give in. I’m in awe watching the way he parents; I’m not so sure I would be as steadfast with the routine.
I’m on his couch flicking mindlessly through channels when he returns from settling Sean. “Is he asleep?” I ask as I mute the sound on the television.
Luke sits next to me and drapes his arm over the couch behind me. He lifts my legs to rest over his and places his hand on my thigh. He then meets my gaze and kisses me. Just a quick one, but it’s enough to thrill me. “He’ll be asleep in about fifteen minutes, so you have that amount of time before the clothes have to come off.”
I slip my hand under his shirt and rest my palm against his abs. “I like this new deal we have. I think we should renegotiate so it states the time leading up to no clothes must be filled with kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.”
His eyes glitter with desire. “You’re a tough negotiator Miss St James. Lucky for you I’m an easy mark.” With that, he bends his face and kisses me again.
It doesn’t take me long to succumb to Luke’s kiss. Within a few minutes, I’m straddling him, and he’s running his hands up my back under my top. The chances of us lasting fifteen minutes with clothes on are slim-to-none if I’ve got anything to do with it.
He slides his hands under my ass and pulls me closer, grinding his erection against me. “Fuck,” he rasps as he tears his lips from mine. “Fifteen minutes is a long fucking time.”
My hands are still under his shirt. I move them up to his chest. “Surely it would be okay if you didn’t have a shirt on.”
He only thinks about that for a split second. His shirt hits the ground, and my breathing picks up as I feast my eyes on his bare chest.
When he tries to kiss me again, I resist, pushing against him. “Gimme a minute… I’m studying your muscles.”
“Study time’s over,” he says as he removes my hands from his chest faster than my brain keeps up. Not giving me a chance to protest, he takes possession of my mouth again.
I give in, and we’re soon consumed by the kiss.
Hands everywhere.
Breathless.
Crazed by lust.
And then Sean cries out.
I scramble off Luke, and he stands. Staring at me through wild eyes, he orders, “I want you in my bedroom, naked. Now.”
God, yes.
He leaves to take care of Sean, and I do exactly what I’ve been told. After I strip, I lay down on his king-size bed and wait for him. Glancing around the room, I decide it needs a makeover. The cream paint is bland, as are the beige curtains. His walls could do with some artwork, and I’d love to see some colour splashes throughout. Maybe red pillows on a black and white doona cover.
It hits me that his wife probably decorated the room. And that this was their marital bed.
God, how have I not thought of this before?
I scramble off the bed fast, unsure of exactly what I’m feeling, but needing a minute to think.
“What’s wrong?” Luke asks as he enters the room. He must be concerned, because I’m naked, but his gaze is focused solely on mine rather than on my body.
“Ahhh, I was just thinking… Well, the thought hit me that… Fuck…” I can’t get my words out, and as each second ticks by, I’m growing more flustered.
He walks closer. “What were you just thinking?”
I take a deep breath.
I just wanted easy sex, God.
Was that too much to ask?
No baggage would have been awesome.