Fill Me (Rouse Me 3)

So I rock into her, filling her until she's almost there. Her eyes flutter closed. Her teeth sink into her lip. Her breath is ragged and shallow. And she groans. She tears up the ground. She screams.

"Luke." She moans, louder and louder, arching deeper and deeper. Her face is flushed and warm. Her lips are red, her eyes closed.

And she comes. I can see it in her face as all her muscles relax. It's the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen.

Her eyes open and she stares at me again. She shifts her legs off my shoulders and pulls me close. Her mouth hovers over my ear. "Fuck me," she says. "Come inside me."

Her hands are flat on my ass. She wraps her legs around me and rocks into me. Damn. Alyssa.

I thrust into her. Again and again and again. Pleasure overtakes me. Every part of my body is on fire. There's nothing in the world except for us. One more time. She digs her nails into my back and I bite the soft skin of her neck.

"Fuck," I groan. The ache inside me explodes, and I come, my cock pulsing inside her.

I collapse on top of her and catch my breath. She wraps her arms around me, holding me tightly.

"God damn," she says. She kisses my neck. "You better get dressed."

"Wouldn't you prefer it if I stayed naked?"

She giggles and presses her lips into mine. I struggle into my wet clothes, watching as she adjusts her dress.

"You want to go back to the apartment and get dry?" she asks.

I shake my head. "No. I want to go back to the apartment and get wet."

Her cheeks flush red and she bites her lip. "Deal."

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Alyssa

After we clean up and get dirty all over again, Luke tells me he's made dinner reservations. "Somewhere nice," he says. And shakes his head. "Dammit, now I sound like Samantha. But you will probably want to dress up."

"In something nice?"

"Now you sound like her." He kisses my forehead and pulls me into his arms. "You would not believe how tempted I am to cancel the reservation, stay in, and fuck your brains out."

I gulp. "I have no objection to that."

"Too bad. You're not getting out of this." He digs through his luggage and pulls out a pair of slacks and a silk shirt. God damn, he's going to look good in that. "You'll like this place. And after dinner, I'm going to take you to... it's a surprise." A surprise after dinner? My immediate thoughts are filled with dread, but I push past it. Luke looks at me like he knows what I'm thinking. "It has nothing to do with eating or not eating or talking about eating. In fact, I swear that I'm not going to talk about eating for the rest of my trip."

"I'll believe it when

I hear it," I say.

He shakes his head playfully. "Still not a fan of promises from Luke Lawrence?"

"Definitely not."

There's an hour until we need to leave, so I drag Luke to the couch. We sit together, flipping through the channels and talking about nothing in particular. It's almost like a normal day at home, like I'm not in New York with my life turned upside down. For a minute, I can see this as a future. I can't see the big moments--the proposal, the wedding, the thirty year anniversary. I can't imagine us with kids. I really can't imagine me with kids. After all, I can barely take care of myself.

But I can see this. I can see lying next to him, doing nothing in particular. I can feel this, how safe I am when I'm around him, how much I know everything will be okay.

He gives so much of himself to me, puts up with so much of my bullshit. I have to do better. I have to talk to him, to explain that I see this too, that I want forever too. I have to show Luke that I'm as madly in love with him as he is with me.

But not yet. Right now, all I need to do is relax into his arms and soak in his presence. Right now, all I need is Luke.

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