The Truce (London Suits 1)

I moved to the huge bed that dominated the room, leaning over, placing my palms on the cool sheets. I turned my head, watching as Luke stood stock-still, drinking in my naked body with a fierce hunger in his eyes.

“Fuck, Olivia. You are the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” He advanced on me, all sexy, athletic grace, his muscles flexing as he moved, red scratches from my fingernails decorating his torso. His hard cock jutted out, and I arched my back, desperate to feel him inside me. Reaching me, he gathered my hair into a ponytail in his hand, winding it around his wrist, then pulling my head back and gripping my hip, he thrust straight into my aching wetness. I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, and he reached forwards, working his fingers against my clit as he pounded into me hard and fast.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good,” he rasped. “I missed being inside you.” He thrust deeper, moaning. “I missed talking to you.” I felt his hot breath on my back, his grip tightening on my hair. “I missed you. You’re. My. Fucking. World,” he gasped between thrusts.

Waves of pleasure washed over me, growing more and more intense, and I moaned, low and needy. “Luke. I’m so close.”

“I need to see you.” He pulled out of me and lifted me so I fell on the bed on my back. Positioning himself between my legs, he slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt, and we both gasped at the intense sensation. Our eyes met, something monumental passing between us. It was as if he’d finally let go; every single one of his barriers were down, and I responded by letting everything I felt for him show in my eyes.

“Olivia.”

He captured my clit between his thumb and forefinger, and I fell over the edge, crying out his name.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasped, his whole body tensing as he came, emptying himself inside me.

He pulled out, straightening up, and I rolled over on the bed, burying my face in the sheets.

“You okay, baby?” His soft tone caressed my ears as he traced a gentle finger down my back, and I shivered.

“I’m good.” My voice was muffled.

I dragged myself up to face him, moving into a seated position. He sat next to me, the bed dipping as he did so, and then he scooped me up and gathered me into his arms. Holding me tightly, he smoothed my dishevelled hair back from my face.

“I missed you so much, Liv.” He repeated his earlier words. “I felt so hollow, so empty without you.”

“Me too.” I tucked my head under his chin, hugging him with everything I had, my heart swelling with love. All our earlier fire and passion had burned away, leaving us with something new and fresh and real.

“Fuck…Liv…the way I treated you…” he said hoarsely. “When I think back on it, I feel sick to my stomach.” He took a deep, shuddering breath, tightening his arms around me as if he was afraid I might disappear.

“Luke,” I breathed. I lifted my gaze to meet his so he could read the truth in my eyes. “I love you, and I believe that you won’t knowingly hurt me like that again. We’re going to be okay. Let’s move forward; this is a chance for a fresh start.”

“Okay. But I want to tell you everything. Everything I told Ethan and Alex.”

“We’ll talk whenever you’re ready. But there’s no pressure, and no rush,” I assured him.

“Thank you. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for loving me, despite everything.” His words were soft, his gaze imploring. “Listen, baby. I’ve been staying here all week—that’s why I had the room. I want you to know I wasn’t expecting anything from you; I didn’t think you’d even forgive me, let alone give me a second chance. You can check with Eth if you like; he was here yesterday. I needed somewhere to regroup and think about everything after my talk with Ethan and Alex, somewhere away from my home. Everything there reminded me of you.” Sadness flickered over his face, and I bent my head to kiss his chest, placing my hand over his heart.

“I believe you. And I’m truly grateful you had the room. You know, we would have been arrested for indecent exposure otherwise.” I smiled playfully.

“Good point.” His lips turned up at the corners as he looked down at me, the sadness clearing from his eyes.

Kissing my head, he stood, keeping a tight hold of me, bracing his legs so he didn’t lose his balance. I hung on to him as he carried us into the huge bathroom, not stopping until we’d entered the large shower. He placed me down and turned on the water, directing the jets away until the temperature was to his liking.

Pulling me under the water, he massaged shampoo into my scalp, so carefully and gently I felt like crying. After all our ferocious lovemaking earlier, he was so considerate with me.

“Turn around,” he instructed, once he’d finished rinsing my hair. He lathered up some shower gel and used his hands to caress every single inch of me, following the path of his hands with his mouth. I closed my eyes, unable to stop a moan escaping. He spun me back around, and I opened my eyes, taking a step back to enjoy the sight. Standing under the jets, water running down his face making his long eyelashes stick together in spiky clumps, sluicing down his gorgeous body to his hard cock, he made me weak with desire. I staggered backwards, leaning against the tiles for support. My gaze flew up to his, and he stared at me through half-lidded green eyes, a sultry smile on his lips.

“Ready for round two?” I barely recognised my own voice, the lust making me sound like a phone sex operator, all throaty and raspy.

“Fuck, yes.”

Never taking his eyes from me, he reached up and turned off the shower, then opened the door.

34

Luke

“Morning.” Olivia blinked at me sleepily, and I tugged her towards me, wrapping her in my arms. She sighed and wriggled closer, burrowing in