“You’re gorgeous, Luke,” she whispered, not taking her eyes from where her fingers were exploring.
There was a slight groan and she looked up, smiling when she saw that he had his eyes closed.
Something in her must have alerted Luke that she was looking at him because his eyes opened and she gasped with the heat there.
“You think this is funny?” he asked, his fingers moving to the bow on her wrap dress.
She shook her head, backing up slightly. Not because she was scared but because that was just what she always did when Luke made a move. “Sorry,” she muttered and moved back. “Habit.”
He smiled slightly, his eyes moving towards the dress. “That’s a habit that needs to be banished,” he muttered, spreading the sides of her dress open wide. Then she heard another growl a moment before her dress was pushed off of her shoulders. Instinctively, she started to cover herself, but Luke stopped her hands from fluttering upwards by taking them in his. “Let me look, Naya,” he told her firmly, his voice deep and sexier than she’d ever heard it.
Her hands dropped to her sides and she stood there, trembling only a little, as his eyes moved over her body. She was glad that she’d taken the time to buy something new and pretty for tonight. The bits of pink lace made her feel…sexy. Beautiful!
“Is this what you normally wear?” he asked, his finger moving from her hand to trace the edge of the lace over the creamy swell of her breast.
Naya could feel her nipples harden even more with his finger moving along, so close and yet, not close enough. Her eyes closed and she leaned into his touch, her body instinctively asking for what it wanted.
“No,” she admitted, not able to censor her words now.
His finger trailed along her breast, teasing closer and closer.
“So, this is something special that you bought? Just for me?”
Forming words was no longer possible. Not with his finger doing those things. She could barely even nod her head, biting her lip to keep herself from whimpering, begging him to touch her the way she needed to be touched.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured and a moment later, his finger touched that hard peak. Everything inside of her jerked with shock at how incredible that touch felt. He caught her in his arms, lifting her up and placing her in the middle of his bed. When he stood up again, he was looking down at her, that heat intensifying the throbbing ache that was centered down low in her stomach.
His hands moved to his slacks, tossing them behind him as he watched her watching him. Luke laughed softly when she licked her lips as all was revealed to her. “Are you nervous?” he asked, placing a knee beside her on the bed before coming down over her, his muscles flexing as he held himself above her.
“A little,” she admitted, her hands moving to hold onto his wrists, then sliding higher, her fingers exploring his arms, the ridges fascinating to her.
“Can’t have you nervous,” he told her, his eyes moving lower, taking in her rapid heart rate, her breasts that were moving up and down because of her heavy breathing.
His head lowered, his lips capturing that nipple that had been teased so long ago. He loved the way she gasped, her fingers moving from his arms to his hair, holding his head in place while she made those sexy sounds in the back of her throat. Lifting his head up slightly, he took one finger and pulled the lace material away, his eyes finally discovering that her nipples were pink. Pink and pretty and damn enticing. He lowered his head again, tasting the bud without the fabric in the way. When she arched her back, he sucked harder, his tongue lashing out to tease even more. He only stopped when he heard her cries, but that was only to move to the other side, starting all over again with his finger, then his mouth over the lace and finally, without anything. The straps of her bra came down, trapping her arms so that he had more control.
“I love the way you look right now, Naya,” he purred, moving his mouth down her stomach.
Naya gasped for breath when he kissed her hipbone, trying to wiggle away, but then shifting so that he could do the same thing again. “Luke,” she whispered, her head moving back and forth against the comforter of his bed.