The Truce (London Suits 1)

He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom and threw me down on his huge bed. I whimpered, needing him.

He ripped his half-unbuttoned shirt off and came down on top of me. Kicking off my heels, I locked my legs around his back, sliding against his hard cock.

“Trousers off. Now.” I barely managed to get the words out. Luke complied by sitting up, and I moaned at the loss of contact, wriggling against the bed, gyrating my hips.

“Liv.” His voice was a pained groan. He impatiently pulled off his trousers, then climbed back on the bed, tugging me

into his lap. His hands reached around me to undo my bra; it fell away to expose my bare breasts to him.

He groaned again, lowering his head to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, cupping the other in his hand.

“Don’t stop,” I panted. I rolled my hips, and he made an approving noise in the back of his throat, lifting his head to nip at my neck, then kissed me again, the touch of his mouth against mine sending me wild. He pushed me back onto the bed and kissed down my body, lips trailing down my stomach. Lifting me, he pulled my underwear off, then sat back, raking his gaze up and down my naked body, his chest rising and falling. I could see his cock barely contained, straining against his boxers, and I licked my lips, reaching out a hand to touch it.

“Not yet.” His voice was strained. A muscle worked in his jaw; he was only just managing to keep himself under control. “I want to look at you. You’re fucking incredible, baby.”

I moaned, letting my legs fall apart so he could see how wet and ready I was for him. I needed him inside me. Right now. I took my hand and slid it between my legs, circling my clit, taunting him with my movements.

He swallowed hard.

I could see the moment his restraint snapped.

He growled. Like a feral beast.

I gulped.

In one smooth move, he slid off his boxers, rolling on a condom.

“I promise I’ll make you come with my mouth, later,” he ground out, “but right now, I need to fuck you.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, desperate to feel him inside me. “Please.”

He positioned himself over me, biceps straining with the effort of holding himself in place.

“Now, Luke,” I moaned, using my legs to pull him down onto me.

He sank in until he was balls-deep, my wetness helping him to slide in smoothly.

I’d never been so aroused in my life.

“That feels so good,” I breathed, running my nails up and down his back. “Fuck me. Hard. Now.”

Slowly, achingly, he pulled almost all the way out, then slammed in, hard. Driving his hips forward, he pounded in and out of me, and I met him, thrust for thrust. He swivelled his hips, and I gasped, intense pleasure rocking through me.

“Yes,” I gasped, barely able to get any words out. His mouth slanted onto mine, kissing me ferociously.

“Luke,” I panted. He slid his powerful arms under me, lifting my rear so that he was hitting me in that perfect spot, over and over again.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled.

Waves of pleasure began building, and I screamed his name as I came, harder than I’d ever come before. He pumped in and out of me, shouting out as his own release chased mine seconds later.

We collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, sweat making our bodies stick together.

Luke rolled off me and pulled me so I was lying half on top of him, half on the bed.

“Was that okay for you, baby?” He looked at me worriedly. “I’m sorry, I wanted to make you come before we fucked, but it kind of went out of the window when you got naked.”

I laughed softly, feeling boneless and spent.