“I don't either.”
“I'll talk to him next time I'm in the office. I won’t stand for him saying things about me that aren't true.”
I kissed her again, and as if on cue, Ryan’s truck came rumbling down the driveway.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Emerson
“You two are giving me whiplash.” Ryan smiled when he saw us standing together in the kitchen.
“We’re good.” Luke leaned over and kissed my temple. I continued to cut the vegetables and dropped them in the pan beside me.
“Here, take this out to the grill.” Luke shoved a plate at Ryan.
“No makeup sex while I'm here, unless I can watch.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and I laughed.
“Out.” Luke shoved him.
“Geez, you see how he treats me?” Ryan said over his shoulder as he moved out to the grill.
“I really am sorry.” Luke dropped a kiss on my lips before he followed Ryan out of the house.
We spent the night sitting outside until the bugs started to eat us alive. Ryan left shortly after we headed into the house. I stood at the screen door watching as the moon got higher into the sky. Luke’s arms wrapped around me, and I sank into his chest.
“I don't want you to go,” he said softly into my ear.
“I don't want to go either.” I turned in his arms. He lifted my face so his beard was tickling my chin. His eyes crinkled around the edges and leaned in a gave me a soft kiss. When he pulled back, he licked his lips and kissed me again. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but it was intimate, one that let me know how he felt.
I pulled away from him and walked toward the stairs. He followed me to his room. I pulled my shirt over my head and pushed my jeans over my hips leaving my bra and panties in place. He did the same, and we climbed in bed. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him.
I woke with Luke still holding me. I moved, and he tugged me closer.
“I've got to use the restroom.” I kissed his bicep, and he released me. I used the restroom and washed my hands before brushing my teeth. I walked back into the bedroom and found Luke sprawled on his back, one arm behind his head the other resting on his chest. I crawled back in the bed and wiggled under his arm, placing my face against the smattering of hair over his pecs.
“What’s on the agenda for the day?” he said. The deep timber of his voice tickled my eardrum.
“I really have to work on this report and get it sent in,” I said tracing my finger over the lines of his abs.
“Do it here. I’ll be working on the plans for my nex
t table, so I'll be inside all day.”
I nodded then closed my eyes, falling asleep again.
Luke pushed me to my back easily, waking me up, and then smiled down at me. His hair fell over his face, and his beard rubbed against my neck as he moved closer to kiss me. His lips feathered across mine, and I leaned forward to deepen this kiss. He pulled back and smiled.
“Not yet.” He pushed away from me, and when I lost his warmth, I shivered. He looked down at me and lifted the blanket to cover me.
“You don't have to get up, but I need to.” He turned and walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower come on, and I stood, walking toward the bathroom. I pulled my panties and my bra off and pulled the curtain back, stepping in behind him. My cold hands caused him to jump when they connected with the skin on his back. I reached for the soap and poured a little in my hand. I ran them over his back, feeling the muscle contract with each pass. The swell of his ass was too tempting, and I found my hands running over it and then around to his front. He turned and pulled me against him.
“I wasn't expecting this.” He kissed me harder than he had since I came back. I leaned into his chest the warmth of his skin seeping into mine. Water dripped from his face and onto mine as he moved his mouth gracefully against mine. I could feel him swelling between us, pushing against my belly asking for attention. I took him in my hand and then lowered my body until my mouth was almost to him. I licked him softly, never taking my eyes off his. He watched me carefully as I moved. Swirling my tongue over his length, his body trembled with each pass.
I knew I was doing something right when his head fell back, and he said my name. Maybe I was inexperienced in these kinds of things, but it couldn't be that hard if what I was doing felt that good. I took him into my mouth, feeling him bump the back of my throat. He groaned again, and then his fingers found the back of my head. He pushed me against him, and I let him. He was moving his hips in line with my movements, and then he reached down and pulled me up and against him.
“Not like this,” he said and turned me into the hot stream of water. He washed my hair and body, turning the water off and grabbing a towel to dry me off with. He walked me to the bed and then sat me down, looking over my body. I fought the instinct to cover myself and let him take me in. His cock was still hard and jutting out almost at my eye level, and I reached for it. He pulled back and smiled down at me.
“When I come, I want it to be inside of you, feeling you come around me, not in your mouth with you on your knees.” I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He sat on the bed beside me and pushed my wet hair out of my face. And then he said again. “While that seems to be every man’s dream, I’m not every man. To me that’s degrading, the part about you being on your knees.”