“Ah!” I look back at him in shock, my eyes wide, and he grins.
“What does it say?” He raises an eyebrow, daring me to make a sassy retort, and I swallow.
Holy fuck, no one’s ever spanked me before. It’s…hot.
“Happiness Is A Journey,” I whisper. “In French.”
He groans and kisses it tenderly. I lie back down, flat on the bed and enjoy the nibbles and kisses Luke leaves up and down my legs. He stops and gives the arch of my right foot extra special attention again, making me grin and want to clench my legs closed at the same time.
Suddenly, he flips me onto my back, and he raises my left foot up, bending my knee, and kisses my ankle, slowly moving up my leg. He is a wonder to watch as he worships my skin.
His eyes narrow when he catches sight of my belly button piercing, but then they darken when he sees my freshly waxed pubis.
“Oh, honey, what’s this?”
I start to respond with my witty tattoo retort, but it’s caught in my throat when he bends that sexy blond head over and ever so gently rains tiny kisses over the one word scripted on my pubis.
“It says Forgive, in Italian.”
He gives it one last wet kiss then climbs up my torso, kisses the silver heart in my belly, then up my sternum, until he’s bracing himself on his elbows on either side of my head and smoothes my hair off my face. His blue eyes shine with need, his mouth open as he pants, and I’ve never felt so wanted, so needed, by anyone in my life.
“Do you have any idea how amazing you are?” He rubs his nose against mine and licks the seam of my lips lightly.
My ragged breath catches. “Not half as amazing as you make me feel.”
“Oh my God, baby, I want you.” I feel his amazing erection against me, and I tilt my hips up in invitation.
“Yes.” I nibble his lower lip.
He reaches down between us and gently rests a finger against my clitoris. I arch up and gasp as I feel it all the way to my toes.
His mouth is hungrily on mine now, kissing me hard and deep, and suddenly I feel that fantastic finger slip lower to the lips of my opening, and he growls against my lips.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“I so want you.”
He slips his finger in and out of me, and then he adds another, and I think I’m going to die from the sensations zinging around my body.
I grip his ass in my hands and tilt my pelvis up in invitation. “Now.”
“Hold on.”
What the fuck? Hold on?!
Suddenly, he dives over the side of the bed to snag his shorts and pulls a foil packet out of his back pocket. I smile as he tears it open, his eyes locked on mine, and he rolls it down his cock.
He leans over me again, poised at my entrance. I run my fingers up his spine to his gorgeous hair and lift my legs up, tilting my pelvis again. He rubs his nose over mine and slowly, oh so damned slowly, eases into me.
“Oh my,” I breathe, as he closes his eyes tightly and leans his forehead against mine.
“Natalie,” he whispers raggedly.
He pushes into me, all the way, and stops. When I start to move my hips, he stops me, staring down at me again.
“Just wait.”
I just want to move. I want him to pound in and out of me, to make me explode around him, and he looks so calm.
I squeeze my muscles around him, just once, and that’s it.
“Fuck,” he whispers, and he starts to move in and out, gaining momentum. I’m meeting him with my hips, and we establish a delicious rhythm. His lips are on mine again, sliding and tangling with mine, and his hands are cupping my head, tangled in my hair.
I run my nails down his back, and he pulls a hand down to my breast, then to my hip, and finally farther down to hook my knee around his arm, opening me wider, and I feel myself start to tighten, as all of the hair on my body stands up on end, and I bury my face in his neck.
“Yes, baby, let go.”
And I do, convulsing around him.
“Oh, Luke!”
Suddenly, I feel him stiffen and push into me twice more, and he empties himself into me.
“Natalie!”
***
My breathing is starting to calm, and my vision clears, and I am cradling Luke against my chest. I run my fingers through his soft blond hair and gaze down at him as he catches his breath.
“I’m sorry, I’m heavy. I’ll move in about an hour.” Luke doesn’t move but smiles.
I yank on his hair, then lean down and kiss his forehead.
“You’re fine,” I whisper and continue to pet his hair.
“Just fine?” He frowns playfully and pushes up off of me, breaking our precious connection. He discards the condom and lies down next to me, pulling me into his arms.
“Okay, you’re better than fine.”
“How are you?” he asks, serious now.
“I’m…” I search for the word. “Fantastic.”
“Yes, you are.” He kisses me lightly. “So, why the different languages?”
I shrug and look away, but he pulls my chin back toward him.
“I don’t want anyone to know what they say unless I tell them.”
“Who has been so lucky, Miss Conner?” He raises an eyebrow.
“You,” I whisper.
“And?”
“You.”
He gasps. “Really?”
“Yes.”
He runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek, then his thumb across my bottom lip, and I bite it.
“Oh, you want to get rough, do you?”
“Maybe later.”
“What do you want to do, baby?” Oh, he’s so sweet.
“I think I need a shower.” I grin up at him and sit up, shimmy off the bed and turn back to him.
“I do love your ass, Nat.”
I laugh, turn and wiggle it for him, then saunter toward the bathroom.
“You’d better join me before I use all the hot water!”
Chapter Eight
Who is this woman, and what has she done with me?
I can’t believe how at ease I feel with Luke, especially naked. I’ve never, ever just walked around in the nude like it’s no big thing. My clients do it all the time, and I admire their confidence, but that’s just not me.
Until today.
Until him.
I do love your ass, Nat. The words he uttered before he clamored out of bed to join me in the shower still make me smile. He loves my full ass, my body art, my curves.
He seems to especially love my curves.
I glance up at him in the shower and smile. Oh, he’s pretty. He’s scrubbing his hair, and I can’t help but pour some body wash in my hands and start washing his back.
“Mmm…” he growls, and leans his head back in the spray to rinse his hair.
“How often do you work out?” I ask.
“Just about every day.” He turns, pouring the fragrant soap into his own hands. “Turn around.”
“How about you?” he asks as he starts massaging my shoulders.
“What was the question?” I murmur.
He chuckles. “How often do you work out?”
“I do yoga three or four times a week when I can fit it in. My work is pretty physical, too. That’s it.” I shrug.
“It’s working for you.” His voice is sincere, and I glance back at him and smile.
“Back at you.”
He rhythmically circles his hands over my back and down to my bottom, and then steps around me so my back is in the water and starts massaging my front.
“You have great hands,” I whisper and brace myself on his hips.
“You have great skin,” he responds. His hands run over my breasts and tight nipples, suds running down my torso. He eases one hand down my belly and finds my clitoris with a finger. He backs me up against the wall and pulls my earlobe between his teeth.
“Ah!”
“I would love to make love to you here, baby, but there’s n
o condom dispenser in the shower.” I feel him grin and look up into his bright blue eyes.
Before he can slip a finger inside me, I grab his hand and bring it up to my lips, pulling his finger into my mouth, sucking it hard. His pupils dilate, and he bites his lip.
“I have a better idea.”
With that, I run my hands down his chest, over his abdomen and to his hips. I sink down to my knees and am at eye level with his impressive, very hard cock. I wrap my hand around it, moving up and down, looking up into his eyes.
“Shit, baby.” He closes his eyes and leans both hands against the wall of the shower, and seeing the pleasure on his beautiful face empowers me.
I lean in and lick around the rim of the head, then take him in my mouth and suck hard.
“Fuck!”
Oh yes!
I push and pull him in and out of my mouth, my teeth sheathed behind my lips. I’m sucking and licking, swirling around the tip as I pull up. He starts to rock his hips against me, and I take him deeper and deeper, feeling the tip at the back of my mouth.
“Oh shit, Nat. Stop, baby, I’m gonna come.”
But I don’t want to stop, so I don’t. I continue the torment, reveling in making him crazy. He grabs hold of the bun on top of my head and growls as he comes, and I swallow quickly.
He’s panting, his forehead leaning against the tile. As he catches his breath, he looks down at me, his eyes molten blue, and pulls me to my feet, kissing me long and hard.
Oh my.
“Come on, let’s get out of the water.” He pulls away, turns off the water and hands me a fluffy towel.
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
“Starving.” He grins wickedly, and I laugh at him, wrapping the towel around me as I walk around him and into my bedroom. I spy his gray T-shirt on the floor and scoop it up. I drop the towel and pull the shirt over my head. Mmm…it smells like him.
No panties. I giggle at my audacity and turn to find Luke standing in the doorway, a towel around his hips and his eyes on me.
“That’s some show, Nat.”
“Glad you liked it,” I reply with a smile. “Come on, we’ll find something to eat in the kitchen.”
I wait for him to pull on his shorts—no underwear!—and we head downstairs.
Luke sits on a bar stool and watches me move about the kitchen.
“I have no idea what we have,” I say shyly. “This is Jules’ domain. Hmm…Caesar salad?”
I hold the bowl up out of the fridge, and he nods. I dish it out for both of us, and then walk around and sit next to him.
“So you don’t cook at all?” he asks.
I grimace. “I can, I choose not to. Jules has always lived with me, and she loves to cook, so it works for us.”
At the mention of her name, I hear the front door open. “Nat?” she calls.
“I’m in the kitchen,” I call back.
“Do you have company?”
I frown. “Yeah.”
“Okay, going to bed. See you tomorrow.” I hear her shoes click up the stairs.
Luke raises a brow and looks at me. I shrug.
“Maybe she had a bad day,” he says.
“Maybe.” I frown but shrug it off. I’ll ask her about it tomorrow. I figured she would have been curious to get a peek at Luke, but seeing as we’re both half naked, I’m relieved. I don’t really want anyone to see Luke without his shirt on.
I clear the few dishes we have and stack them in the dishwasher, then turn back and lean my elbows on the counter.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” I ask.
Luke’s eyes widen, and he smiles. He doesn’t say anything. He just stands and comes around the breakfast bar to me. Without touching me, he leans in and gently lays his lips on mine.
Geez, where did I find this guy?
“I’d love to stay tonight,” he whispers against my lips. Oh, there’s that sexy whispering thing he does so well.
“Okay, good,” I whisper back.
Suddenly, he turns his back to me and says, “Jump on.”
“What?”
“Jump on my back, we’re going upstairs.” He reaches his arms back like he’s going to catch me, and I laugh as I jump up onto his back, wrap my arms around his neck and hitch my legs up around his hips.
I lean down and pull his earlobe between my teeth, and he takes off for the stairs, effortlessly climbing them, and we are both laughing like crazy when he stops next to the bed and pulls the covers back.
I squeal as he unceremoniously drops me on the bed.
“You know,” he says, his face suddenly very serious, as he sprawls out beside me on his side.
“What?” I ask sarcastically.
He runs his fingertip along the neckline of his T-shirt. “You never did ask me if you could borrow my shirt.”
“I didn’t?” I widen my eyes and bite my lip.
He shakes his head. “No, you didn’t. Very rude of you.”
“I’m so sorry. How can I ever make it up to you?” I try to look contrite.
“I don’t know. I’m very offended.” He still looks so serious, and I want to break out into laughter, but I’m enjoying our game too much.
“Can I buy you a new one?” I ask.
“Well, I’m really very fond of that one.”
“Oh,” I bite my lip again and push him onto his back. “Can I take a picture of it and give it to you?”
I unfasten his shorts, and he raises his hips so I can pull them down his legs, his erection springing free. I pull a condom out of the pocket and discard them onto the floor.
“No,” he whispers. “It’s just not the same.”
“Hmm…” I roll the condom onto his cock and straddle his hips. I look down at him, narrowing my eyes like I’m thinking very hard, trying to solve this problem.
“Well”—I cross my arms and grip the hem of his soft gray shirt, pulling it over my head—“I guess I’d better return it then.”
I hand him the shirt, but he throws it on the floor and sits up so we’re nose-to-nose. He grasps my ass in his hands and lifts me over his cock, and I slide down onto him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.”
“That little game turned me on.”
He growls and kisses me, guiding me up and down with his hands on my rear. I plant my hands on his shoulders and push, and he lies back on the bed. I lean down and kiss him tenderly, my hips still moving, his hands still on my butt.
Then I sit up and start to really move, reveling in how deep he feels, clenching around him. He runs his hands up my stomach to cup my breasts and tease my nipples with his thumbs.
“Ah!” I throw my head back and grind down on him harder, faster, and feel myself tightening, and I’m going to come already.
“Come for me, baby.” His hands are gripping my hips, pushing me down onto him harder and harder, and I explode around him.
Before I’ve had a chance to come down to earth, Luke has moved out from under me, pushing me onto my stomach. He’s lying on my back, his chest hair tickling my shoulder blades. He kisses the back of my neck and then over my tattoo. He parts my legs with one of his and then he’s inside me again.
“Oh God!”
“Oh, baby, you feel so good.” He’s braced himself on his fists on either side of me and is pushing into me over and over, hitting that sweet spot on the front side of my vagina, sending little glittery sparks of yumminess all through me. I feel myself being pushed to the edge again, and I cry out Luke’s name as I come, my orgasm gripping my body and wringing me dry.
He cries out my name as he finds his own release and collapses on top of me.
“Wow,” I mumble into the pillows, and I feel his smile against my back.
“What was that?”
“Wow,” I say again, not moving my head.
He bites my shoulder, and I yelp, pushing him off me. He chuckles as he discards the condom and wraps us in the blanket, pulling me into his arms, his front to my back.
“I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t hear you.”
“I said, ‘That was just so-so.’ ”
He lets out a full belly laugh and hugs me close.
“Is this the wrong time to tell you that I’m on birth control?” I turn in his arms as I say this to see his reaction.
“What?” His eyes narrow, and now he looks pissed. Shit!
“Well, yeah, I am. Why are you mad?” I back up a few inches to look in his face.
“I thought you said it’s been almost a year since you were with anyone.”
“It has been.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“Women don’t go on and off birth control just because they’re in a physical relationship.” I roll my eyes. “It would mess with our hormones too much.”
“Oh.” He frowns again and then looks at my tattoos.
“I’ve been tested each year at my physical. I’m perfectly healthy.” I smile.
“So, I could have had you in the shower?”
I laugh and nod but then stop and eye him speculatively. “Well…”
“I also get physicals regularly, haven’t had a partner in about the same amount of time as you, and am healthy as can be.”
“Then, yes.” Oh, I so do not want to think about him being with other women. No, no, no.
“Well, shit, I think we need another shower.”
I laugh and snuggle back into his arms, resting my head on his chest. “Tomorrow. I’m sleepy.”
“Maybe we’ll solve each other’s insomnia.”
“It’s worth a try.” I yawn and kiss his chest.
“Go to sleep, baby.”
***
I wake in the morning to bright sunlight and a heavy arm draped over me. I’ve never slept with anyone before, so this is new. And amazingly comfortable.
Luke is asleep on my pillow. He looks so young and relaxed. He needs to shave, and his hair is messy, as usual. I want to run my fingers through it, but nature calls, so I carefully slide out from under his arm and head into the bathroom.
When I tiptoe back into the bedroom, Luke is still fast asleep, but he’s turned to his other side, wrapping his body around the covers so a naked arm, leg, buttock and back are all exposed.
Holy sweet baby Jesus, he is a sight to behold!
I just can’t help myself. What self-respecting woman could have this in her bed and not touch?
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