by Levine, Nina
I nod and usher him in. “Yeah. Guess I was tired.” I take a sip of coffee. “Damn, this coffee is good. I owe you.”
He grins. “I’ll take lunch as payment.”
“You want me to buy you lunch?”
“No. I’m buying you lunch. I found a little Thai restaurant you might love.”
I drink my coffee and try my best not to show how much I love what he just said. Thai is my favourite. I fail epically, though, and a moment later I have coffee all down my front.
“Shit! It’s hot,” I mutter and shove the cup at him on my way into the bathroom. My babydoll is soaked, and the hot liquid is burning my skin. I rip it off and proceed to splash cold water on my chest and stomach.
“Fuck, Callie, you’re burnt.”
I glance up and find Luke standing behind me, staring at my body in the mirror in front of us. “It’s not too bad.” The fact I’m standing in front of him, practically naked hasn’t escaped me, but my focus is completely on my skin.
As I madly splash water on myself, he reaches for a washcloth. After he soaks it in cold water, he spins me to face him and presses it to my skin. One of his hands is on my waist while the other holds the washcloth to my chest.
I meet his gaze.
It’s weird how you can be with someone and know every intricacy of their body and be completely at home with them naked, to then experience this awkwardness I’m feeling between us now.
His heated gaze drops to my chest, and he moves the cloth to soak it in cold water again before placing it against my skin again. His eyes travel the length of my body. When he finally looks up at me, I can see how affected he is.
I place my hand over the cloth. “Thank you. I can take over from here.”
He nods, but he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he turns and exits the bathroom, closing the door after him. After I watch him leave, I drop the cloth in the sink and place my hands down. Curling my fingers over the edge of the counter, I drop my head and exhale a long breath.
Damn, this is hard.
I wish I knew exactly where he stood.
Does he want me back in his life or does he just want a hook up?
I realise I’m not against a hook up, but what I really want is Luke.
I want him back.
The Thai restaurant he takes me to for lunch is god-awful. It’s the worst Thai I’ve ever had the bad fortune of tasting. But it leads us to the bar again and after a few drinks, the tension I’ve felt around him has disappeared.
We’ve just spent the last twenty minutes reminiscing over some of the good times we’ve shared when he raises the first meal I tried to cook him.
“Remember that roast you cooked me?”
“Oh, you mean the one I burnt? That you had to resurrect.”
He laughs. “Yeah, baby, that one. You were so damn cute that night.” He leans forward, and his voice drops. “That was the night I realised I really wanted you to choose me.”
I frown. “Choose you?”
He nods. “Yeah, I wanted to be the man you chose to spend your life with.”
I still. “You gave me the Ron Pope album that night, Luke. And you rattled off all the things you knew about me. To say I was sold is an understatement. You owned my heart from that night.”
“And you bought me Fat Yak and roast you couldn’t afford. And told me about your swoon cave, that for the record I still don’t understand. You showed me you were exactly the woman for me—more real than I’d ever known.”
My head spins.
He remembers all that?
Even about the damn swoon cave?
I gulp some vodka down. “For the record, that swoon cave was some bullshit that just fell out of my mouth in my nervous state.”
“I know.”
“Luke…” I start but am unsure of what I really want to say.
He doesn’t push me. He always seems to know what I need, and right now I need time to figure out my thoughts. Instead, he says, “Do you know what I think could be fun to do?”
I empty my glass. “I can only imagine. If you’re going to suggest skinny-dipping, I’m not up for it.”
He laughs. My gaze is drawn to his eyes. How I love those laughter lines of his. “I hadn’t thought of that, but I’ll keep it for later.” He shifts forward in his seat and lowers his sexy voice. “For after I’ve loosened you up.”
I suck in a breath and fiddle with my necklace. “Jesus, what have you got planned? What do you think would be fun?”
“Bowling.”
Dead.
That’s what he’s doing to me—killing me.
“Right, so seems as though we can’t go bowlin—”
“We can.” He stands and holds out his hand to me. “I’ve sussed it out. They have a bowling alley in the resort.”
Of course they do.
What was I thinking?
I place my hand in his and give in to the desire his touch shoots through my veins.
I sit back and watch Luke as he takes his go. My gaze clings to his arm and then his ass and then his legs and finally, his face when he turns around. I couldn’t even list the other people in this bowling alley. My attention is solely on Luke.
“I’m not sure how it’s done in bowling, but I’m convinced you’re cheating,” I say when he joins me at the table.
“I know better than to cheat when you’re around.”
“Because?”
“Because you’d never let me get away with it.”
I stand. “True, I wouldn’t.”
I grab my ball and move to the lane. We’ve managed to get through nearly a whole game without him putting his hands on me, but as I hold up my ball, ready to take my go, his body moves behind me and his left arm slides around my waist.
“You’ve been practicing,” he murmurs against my ear.
Goosebumps kiss my skin.
I’m fairly sure my legs are going to give way.
I’m going to collapse right here in front of Luke, holding this big-ass ball.
It’ll probably fall on my foot and break it.
I’ll probably twist my ankle.
I’ll have to fly home with crutches.
“Callie,” he says against my ear. “Stop thinking.”
“Well, stop talking and stop being so damn sexy because you scramble my brain so much that I can’t think straight, which makes me have to try and think harder an—”
He spins me around to face him, and his lips crash down onto mine.
My legs sway.
His arms tighten around me, holding me up.
His tongue sweeps over mine as he pushes for more from me. But there’s no more to give because I’ve given this man every piece of me I can. I’m completely his.
This kiss steals my breath.
Again.
When he ends it, I cling to him as I stare into his beautiful eyes. “I have been practicing,” I say softly.
His eyes crinkle as he smiles. “I can tell.”
I let him go. “I couldn’t let you beat me the next time we played.” My heart doesn’t let up—it keeps beating fast.
So many crinkles frame his eyes. “So you don’t need my help?”
He has no idea.
I always want his help.
“I never say no to help.”
“Really? The Callie I know likes to fight me when I try to help.”
“And the Luke I know doesn’t listen. His DNA prevents that.”
Heat flashes in his eyes. “Turn around, baby. Time to play.”
I’ve not even fully turned when his left arm circles my waist again. His other hand slides over my ass, and he says, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“Are you going to help or are you just going to grope my ass?”
“Groping you sounds like the best plan going forward. Just make sure you slow down your play so I can spend longer on it.”
“God, Luke, are you trying to kill me?”
His lips meet my ear. “Is it working?”
> “I’m pretty sure there’s no good answer to that. Either way, you’ll just keep going.”
He chuckles. “You know me so well.” His hand snakes around my waist so he can grip my hip and tilt me back, so his erection grinds against me.
I take my go, not caring when the ball ends up in the gutter. Turning in his embrace, I loop my arms around his neck. I angle my face up to kiss him again. I’m done for. I need his lips as much as I need air.
He ends the kiss and stares down into my eyes. “I’m taking you back to my room now. And I’m going to do what I should have done when you told me you were leaving.”
I bite my lip. “What?”
He bends his face to my ear and growls. “I’m going to fuck some sense into you.”
47
Luke
Callie stumbles as she takes the last step towards the elevator. I catch her around the waist and steady her while I jab at the elevator button.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. She sounds distracted. Hell, that makes two of us.
I stand behind her while we wait, and run my hand over her stomach. She’s wearing a short red dress that hits her midthigh and dips low in the front, revealing enough cleavage to drive any man wild. This dress isn’t going to cover her body for much longer.
The hotel isn’t busy today, so we’re the only ones waiting for the elevator. It takes its time, so I bend to her ear. “I want those panties off before we hit my floor.”
She inhales sharply.
The elevator doors open and she steps inside. No one gets in with us, and I guide her to the back corner after I hit the button for the doors to close.
Once they shut, I growl, “Panties. In my hands.”
Her eyes flare with lust, and she scrambles to do what I’ve said. I take them and inhale her scent before shoving them in my jeans pocket.
Need slams through me, straight to my already hard dick. Unable to control myself, I push her up against the back wall and grind myself against her while running a hand up her leg and under that sexy-as-fuck dress. When I hit her pussy, I glide a finger through her wetness.
“Fuck,” I hiss and move my hands to her ass so I can lift her.
Her legs and arms wrap around me, and she clings while I kiss her. My mouth has a mind of its own and it’s pushing for something I’m not sure I even understand.
I lose myself in the kiss. It’s not until she ends it and stares at me breathless, eyes wild, chest pumping hard, that I realise I got a little rough and hard there. Fuck, even my hands in her hair are gripping her a little too hard.
“You okay?” I’m trying to catch my breath, too.
She nods. “You?”
“Yeah.” I stare at her. “This is going to be rough. Fast.”
“I know.” She practically pants her answer.
I grind against her again and dip my mouth to her neck as I move one of my hands to her breasts. I suck her neck and groan when her hand lands on my dick. Her movements are as desperate as I feel when she pops the button on my jeans and slides the zip down. I squeeze my eyes shut when she wraps her hand around me.
The elevator dings and Callie’s gaze shifts to check what floor we’re on. “We’re here,” she says.
Thank fuck.
I let her go and move out of the way so she can exit first. I follow and place my hand on her ass as I guide her to my room.
I unlock the door, push it open and let her in.
Finally.
As the door closes behind me, I reach for her hand and pull her back. I can’t wait for the bed. I need her now.
She turns to face me. My hands land on her hips before gripping her dress and yanking it over her head. With speed I never knew I possessed, I then move my hands to her back and flick her bra open so I can remove it.
Her gaze meets mine, smiling the sexiest smile I’ve ever laid eyes on. “The man’s got skills.”
My shirt hits the floor a moment later, as do my jeans and boxers. Taking hold of my cock, I pump it a few times. My eyes are firmly on her pussy.
“Touch yourself,” I order. Fuck, I can’t count the number of times I’ve jacked off to this image over the last eight months.
I watch as she runs her finger between her wet lips. My breaths are coming so fucking hard and fast as if I’m struggling for air. When I drag my gaze up to her eyes, I’m almost knocked on my ass at what I see there.
Lust and need and love.
So much love.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “We’ve wasted so much time.”
She steps closer, so our bodies are almost touching. “Let’s not waste anymore.”
She lifts a leg to wrap around me at the same time that I lift her. As my cock sinks deep inside her and our souls connect, I finally breathe again. The last eight months I’ve been sucking air, but I haven’t been breathing.
I can’t ever let her go again.
“Luke, your phone is ringing.” Callie’s voice drags me from my sleep.
Disoriented, I look at her. “What time is it?”
She smiles lazily and stretches. “I see the sex has taken it out of you. Has it been awhile?”
Regaining my senses and awareness of time, I press a kiss to her lips before answering her. “It’s been as long for me as it has for you.”
Her eyes widen a little, and she smiles before gripping my neck and pulling my mouth back to hers. “I love you.”
Three little words fall out of her mouth.
Three words I have wanted to hear for so long.
“I love you, too.”
We watch each other in silence for so long that the phone stops ringing and then starts up again.
“You should get that,” she says softly.
I reach for it. “Mum, is that you?”
“Luke, where are you? We’ve been calling both yours and Callie’s phones for the last ten minutes, and neither of you are answering. Personally, I am hoping this means you’re together and otherwise engaged.”
“Are you at the hotel now?”
“Yes, we’ve just finished checking in. Sean’s excited to see Callie. And you, of course. Can you meet us downstairs?”
“I’ll be there in five.”
“You still didn’t answer me.”
I hold the phone out to Callie who I know is dying to say hello to my mother. She rips it out of my hands. “Estelle! You’re here!”
Silence while she listens to Mum.
And then her eyes find mine, and she smiles as she says, “Yes, Estelle, I know how your son feels about me. He just told me. After we had sex.”
I shake my head at her, and she grins before poking her tongue at me. I leave the bed to use the bathroom, and when I return, she’s sitting, watching me.
Pulling a shirt over my head, I mutter, “It’s no wonder you and my mother get on so well. You both like to share highly inappropriate information with each other.”
She laughs and unfolds her legs so she can leave the bed and come to me. Pressing her naked body hard against mine and looping her arms around my neck, she says, “It’s best to just give her the information she’s looking for because then she has no reason to keep hounding. I swear you men need a course in how to communicate woman-style.”
I grip her ass. “No, what we need are women who know when to open their mouths and when to keep them shut.”
“And now you’re just trying to rile me up because you know that kind of thinking pisses me off.”
I grin and squeeze her ass. “Yeah, maybe. You’re hot when you get all ranty at me.”
She quirks a brow. “You know when else I’m hot?”
“When?”
“When I’m pleased with my man and I bring my A-game. So I’d recommend you start making nice with me if you want some of that action.”
My lips find hers, and I kiss her slowly and deeply. When I end it, I say, “Out of everything you just said, all I heard were the words ‘my man’.”
She’s silent for a beat. “You never stopped being m
y man, Luke Hardy. You just never knew it.”
48
Callie
Family.
I never realised what I was missing out on until I became part of Luke’s family. Sitting around the table over dinner, with this family, I feel so much love and acceptance that my heart could actually burst.
Sean crawls onto my lap and rests his head against my chest while wrapping his arms around me. He’s been my shadow all afternoon, which is cool, because if he wasn’t mine, I’d certainly be his.
Luke smiles at us as he reaches for my hand. Since we’ve spent all afternoon with the family, we haven’t had a chance to talk about what’s happening between us. I’m okay with that, though, because I think we’re on the same page now.
“So,” Estelle says with a clap of her hands. She’s so happy to be here with us all. Her glow burns bright. “Sailing is booked for eight tomorrow morning.” Looking at Avery, she asks, “What have you decided, darling?” I smile at the relationship they’ve formed. Estelle has become the mother to her she hasn’t had for most of her life.
Tyler answers for Avery. “She’s not going. I’ll stay here with her.”
Avery scowls at him before looking at Estelle. “I’ve decided not to go. But Tyler will go with you. I’m going to check into the day spa instead.”
Tyler opens his mouth to respond, but I cut him off. “I’ll stay with Avery. We can have a girls’ day.”
She hits me with a grateful smile.
Sean shifts so he can look up at me. “No, I want you to come sailing,” he grumbles.
I take hold of his face with both my hands. “We can go sailing another time.”
“When?”
“When we get home from this trip we’ll organise a day. How does that sound?”
His face lights up with a smile, and he nods. “That sounds good.”
My eyes meet Luke’s.
No words are exchanged, but I know what’s behind the expression on his face. He’s wondering what I mean by ‘when we get home’.
Estelle continues, “You girls will have breakfast with us?”