I lift my gaze and nod. “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you’re a sweaty mess?”
“Only you, baby.”
Butterflies.
Whoosh.
I take a deep breath and shove the sandwich and drink at him. “Some days I think I’d be much safer if you just didn’t speak.”
He guzzles the water. “Why?”
I stare at his chest. “Because I can barely cope with everything else you have—your muscles, your smile, your eyes—but when you speak, your voice does crazy things to me.” I look back up into his eyes. “And those words that come out of your mouth… I’m like a dazed teenager around you.”
He places the plate and glass down on the steps before pulling me close. His lips crash down onto mine and he muddles my mind even more with a kiss that sweeps me off my feet. When he finally comes up for air, he growls, “And I’m like a fucking horny teenager when I’m around you, Callie.” His gaze drops to my mouth and he nips at it with his teeth. “These lips…” His mouth dips to my throat. “This hollow…” Further down to my breasts. “This perfection…” His hands slide down over my breasts and keep going until he hits the bottom of my top.
Reaching under, his fingers meet my skin and I sway a little at his touch. He pushes my top up so he can taste my skin. His tongue licks a line between my breasts as he pushes my bra to the side. And then my nipple is in his mouth and my legs sway some more.
My arms move around him and my fingers tangle in his hair while his mouth and hands take charge of me. I just want to hold him close forever. Luke makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. All the searching I’ve been doing has led me to him and I know I never need to search another day in my life. I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for.
Luke.
Passion.
Love.
He spends a long time with my breasts before finally bringing his face back to mine. “We need to move this upstairs,” he rasps as he begins to back me up.
I take the stairs slowly, one at a time while he continues to drive me wild. I’m so crazed I need to steady myself on the railing. One hand grips it hard while I hold Luke with my other arm. His hands are all over me. His mouth is on my neck and I’m not sure that we’re actually going to make it to the top of the stairs before we decide to hell with it and do this right here, right now.
Halfway up, Luke rips my top off and drops it on the stairs. I’m vaguely aware that his neighbours can see everything, but I don’t even care. I’m so ready for him that I’d have sex on these stairs and not blink twice.
“Jesus, Callie,” he growls as he slides both my bra cups to the side, exposing my breasts. “So beautiful.” His voice drifts off as he sucks one of my breasts into his mouth.
I drop my head back and close my eyes. We’ve stopped moving and I cling to him and the railing as he devours me.
He devotes time to both my breasts before moving his mouth to my stomach. His hands cup my ass before shifting to the button on my jeans. A moment later, he undoes the button and slides my zip down.
Then his mouth is on my panties.
And my hand is on his head.
Pushing him down.
Please.
“Fuck.” He groans as he tears his mouth from me.
No, no, no.
Resting his head against my stomach, he exhales loudly. He retrieves my top from the stair then stands and meets my gaze. I’m panting, unable to catch my breath. We were so close. So close.
Fixing my bra so my breasts are covered, he orders, “My bedroom. Now. And just so you know, I’m ready for your A-game.”
Hell. Yes.
I am so ready for this.
And then my phone rings.