Luke finds us a secluded spot near the trees and spreads the blanket out. He then sits and pulls me into his lap. When he has me where he wants me, his lips sweep across mine. His fingers thread through my hair as he deepens our kiss.
We make out for a good fifteen minutes and by the time his lips finally give mine up, I’m giddy with happiness. I catch my breath, and say, “I can’t remember the last time I made out like that.”
“You wanna go again?” he asks, his gaze heated.
“I always wanna go again, bu—”
He cuts me off by claiming my mouth again. I kiss him for a minute, before gently pushing against his chest.
Staring at me in mock confusion, he says, “I thought you wanted to go again.”
I shake my head with a grin. God, I love his sense of humour. “You didn’t let me finish what I was saying.”
Amusement flashes in his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry. Continue.”
“Things might get a little out of control if we keep that up.” I shift in his hold so I’m still sitting in his lap, but straddling him.
His brows rise as his gaze dips to take in my legs, one on either side of him. When he looks back up at me, he says, “Baby, sitting like that ain’t gonna help your cause. If you want us to do something other than lose control, you might wanna reconsider that position.”
“Really? You can’t control yourself?”
“Callie, I’ve been controlling myself for three long weeks. Trust me when I tell you that there’s not much control left in reserve.”
“Okay, I’m moving,” I say as I shift off his lap. I miss his contact as soon as I sit across from him on the blanket.
He stretches out, lying on his side with his head propped up by his hand. Reaching out to touch my arm, he says, “What are you scared of?”
I frown. “Nothing.”
“No, I don’t mean right now. I mean, in general, what are you scared of in life?”
“Where is this coming from, Luke?”
“I want to know what makes you tick. I know a lot about you, but there’s so much I don’t know yet.”
“Needles and blood. And crossing bridges, although that’s something I’ve learnt to deal with a lot better as I’ve gotten older.”
“Do you know why you’re scared of bridges?”
I shrug. “Nope. But for as long as I can remember, I’ve been scared of them. My parents used to get really upset with me whenever we drove across a bridge, but I was convinced the bridge would break, and I’d die.”
“So, your parents didn’t try to help you through it?”
“No.”
His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t say anything. “And needles and blood? How much blood are we talking here?”
“I can handle a tiny amount, like what you’d get from a small cut, but anything more than that and I may pass out. And needles, any size needle freaks me the fuck out.”
“So tattoos are out?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe. Avery keeps trying to get me to go with her, but no way am I ever stepping foot in a tattoo parlour.” I reach for his hand. “So, what scares you?”
He doesn’t hesitate to share his thoughts with me. I love this about Luke. That he’s confident enough in his manhood to expose his fears because I’ve met many men who would never admit to any. “There are only two things I’m scared of in life—losing Sean and not being there for him however he needs me. I’d do anything to avoid those things.”
“I would be scared of those things, too, if I had a child.”
“Do you want kids?”