I hang up the phone and sigh. Every day I’m a little more smitten. I’m in trouble.
Luka
I knock on the door and slip my hands in the back of my pockets. I’m unsure. It’s not a feeling I’m used to. I’m taking a leap of faith. When we finished early, I hopped on a redeye, caught a full eight hours of sleep, and now I’m standing at the door of the woman I can’t get out of my mind. She opens the door and gasps.
“Luk.”
She throws herself into my arms, and I catch her, lifting her up. She winds her legs around my hips, and I walk inside kicking the door shut behind me. I spin around, press her to the door and devour her lips. She buries her fingers in my hair, and I tilt my head, starved for more of her. I lock the door with one hand before I cup her rear and carry her to the couch. I sink onto the green beast and she giggles.
“What?” I ask struggling to focus on more than her swollen lips.
“I remember how much you hate this couch.”
“It’s grown on me.” I cup her neck and bring her back to my lips. She grinds against me, and I growl as her heat teases me through my jeans. She stills and covers my hand with her own.
“You’re wearing my ring.” I peer down at the rectangular turquoise ring she crafted by hand.
“I am. Thank you for this.” She pulls my hand away and kisses it.
“Olive Bateman, you’re making it hard for me to be a gentleman.” I grip her hips and squeeze.
“So don’t, Luka Davenport.”
“You sure about that, love? Once I’ve had you, I can guarantee you I won’t be keen to let you go.”
“I don’t want you to be.”
Her words seal her fate. The last of my resistance snaps like a rubber band stretched to the breaking point. I bite her lower lip and suck it into my mouth as I move her over the bulge straining against my jeans. Her tongue darts out to play with mine. We play a game of cat and mouse. Our tongues tangle, retreat, and slick together as I make love to her mouth, thoroughly. We part breathing raggedly, and I admire the mess I’ve made of her. Her lips are swollen, her eyes are glossy, and her hair falls around her face in disarray. The neat bun that once held her hair off her face was destroyed long ago. I slip my hand under the hem of her off the shoulder moss t-shirt and stroke the softly curved flesh of her belly.
“You have far too much clothing on, darling.”
“We should remedy that then.” She holds her arms up, and I yank the material over her head.
I moan at the round mounds with hard, dime sized brown nipples. Of course, she isn’t wearing a bra. Cupping the handful, I push them together and alternate flicking and sucking them. She undulates on my lap, sending streaks of white hot pleasure through my body. I bite a stiff peak and she bucks against me.
“Jesus.” I move quickly, laying her across the couch, I strip her bare. I admire the soft curves of her body and run my hand down the length of her frame to her slender ankles. A neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair covers the place I want to be most. I hop up and strip off my clothes like I’m on fire. I need to be skin to skin with this beautiful creature who’s completely ensnared me with her special brand of magic. She props up on her elbows and watches me.
“Like what you see?”
She nods. “I do, but I’ve always been more of a hands-on person.” She crooks her finger and beckons me.
I kick off my shoes and shove my boxer briefs and jeans down my legs. I step out of the material and walk toward her. She rises onto her knees. Her hand grips my base and strokes, and I groan.
“I like your tattoo.” She licks the small black crows flying from the tree of life I had done for my family. She teases my flesh with gentle nips and suction.
I shiver. The rhythm she has is jus
t right as she twists her wrists and teases my cock to a hardness I didn’t know was possible.
“I wonder if you taste this good everywhere.”
My dick twitches at her words. “Don’t you, d—”
My words are lost as she engulfs me in the wet heat of her mouth and hums. I grit my teeth as she sucks hard and bobs her head. I grip her hair and thrust deep. She chokes once and opens her throat, taking everything I’m giving her. Her gaze remains trained on me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Those eyes,” I rasp. I pull free, and she pouts. “Later,” I promise as I reach between her legs and cup her sopping pussy.
“Is all this for me, love?”