He laughs. “Trust me, I’m with you there, love.”
I turn toward him. “I’m sorry. Here I am whining when you’ve been flying all over the country and doing non-stop interviews.” Their new caramel crunch chocolate line had been embraced by fans, me included. I try not to think too hard on the five pounds I’ve gained since I started dating Luk.
He wraps an arm around my waist. “May I have this dance?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” I say in a mock southern drawl.
He escorts me onto the floor, and we began to sway to the music. The contentment in his sapphire eyes makes my heart skip a beat. It’s like I’m looking at a different person. He smiles.
“What?”
“Just thinking about how far we’ve come.”
“It’s been a busy few months,” he agrees.
We fit in each other’s worlds in a way I hadn’t imagined. He has the Petunia approval. She thinks his pension for making me late is amusing. Heat rises in my cheeks as I think back to the barbecue we’d been nearly two hours late for. He’s light on his feet. A dancer who knows how to lead. It doesn’t surprise me. I’m tempted to ask him if he and all his brothers attended some sort of charm school growing up. They have such old-world qualities ingrained in them. He spins me, and I laugh.
“You always have to show off, don’t you?”
“Just trying to impress my lady.”
“Mission accomplished three months ago.”
“I can’t rest on my laurels. You might get bored.”
“You are many things, Luka Davenport, but boring could never be one of them.”
The song switches to something up-tempo, and he spins me away from him making me laugh. I let go and enjoy his company as we dance, and mingle for the rest of the night. He’d outlawed work after I helped the wedding planner set up the tables. Funny how things have changed. The work-a-holic is getting me to loosen up. It’s amazing how quickly someone can come to be an integral part of your life. We move from the dancefloor to the bar and mingle as we work on our drinks.
“I think it’s safe to vacate. My place or yours?” he asks a few hours later as the evening winds down after we saw the couple to their limo with rose petals.
“I think it’s past time we christen Casa Davenport, don’t you?” I ask toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Say no more,” he starts to pull me toward the exit.
“Wait, aren’t we going to tell the others goodbye?”
“Nope. We’re making a clean break. I’ve hardly seen you this week. This weekend is for us.”
“How can I argue with that?”
He squeezes my hand. “You’re not supposed to, love. That’s the point.”
“You think you’re so clever.”
“I do.” He wraps his arm around my waist, pulls me to his side and skims his lips over mine as we leave the entrance of the wedding tent into the evening.
I grip the counter as Luk kneels in front of me and pushes the dress up around my thighs. He hooks his thumbs in my underwear and pulls them down my legs.
“I’m going to enjoy this. You’ve been teasing me all night with that slit in your dress showing off those sexy as sin stems of yours.” He spreads my legs and buries his face between my thighs. His warm breath against my swollen clit makes me jump. He circles me with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, Luk.”
He slides my legs over his shoulders and lashes me with his tongue as he shakes his head from left to right. My heart is pounding in my chest and pleasure is swirling through me. The pressure builds. He eats my pussy with the kind of gusto that shows you how much he enjoys it. Most men do it begrudgingly. He moans, and it sends a jolt of electricity down my spine.
“It should be illegal for a person to taste so divine.”
He licks a path up my slit and I’m all but melting onto the counter. He plunges his stiff tongue into me. I hook my ankles together and push his head down as I ride his face until I explode. Limbs shaking and heart pounding, I can only stare at Luka in awe as he stands and licks his glossy lip. He unbuttons his pants, pushes them down and pulls me toward him. He palms his base and I strokes. I whimper as my mouth waters.