Entwined

by Lacey Black

  I know Luke has dated; I mean, look at him! But the thought still causes a weird tinge of jealousy to bubble to the surface, which I try desperately to tamper down.

  “I won’t be,” he assures me as we finish the rest of our tour.

  I hope he’s right because I’m not sure I can handle any more disappointment where Jacobi’s concerned.

  * * *

  My phone rings at nine sharp. Harvey lets me know that I have a visitor; one that I approve for admittance right away. I’m a nervous ball of energy as I wait for Luke to make his way up to the top floor of my building. The shot of tequila I had about thirty minutes ago has lost all of its effect on me at this point. I’m anxious and excited as I wait for the knock.

  And then I hear it.

  I almost jump out of my skin as Luke raps his knuckles against the opposite side of the solid wood door that I’m standing so closely behind. Even though I’m expecting his arrival, I yelp.

  “Sidney? Are you okay?” Luke asks from the other side of the door, his voice laced with worry.

  “I’m fine,” I mumble, removing the chain and throwing the lock.

  When I open the door, he’s standing there, dominating my doorway. He’s tall and muscular, and don’t even get me started on his sex appeal. Luke is wearing loose faded jeans and a black t-shirt that perfectly clings to his biceps. His dark hair is wet and askew as if he just showered. The entire picture is flawless, right down to the concerned expression crinkling his green eyes.

  “What happened?” he asks, stepping inside and closing the door tightly behind him.

  “Nothing. Really. I just startled when you knocked,” I reply, waving off his concern.

  I smell his soap as he invades my personal space, stepping close enough that I can see the dark irises of his eyes. I’m hypnotized, transfixed by his gaze, rendered speechless by his scrutiny. I’m so caught off guard that I stumble when Luke wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his chest. Definitely not the most graceful fall into a man’s arms, but the end is still the same. I’m breathless.

  “I missed you today. More than I expected to,” he whispers as his lips graze across mine. His confession seems to catch him off guard as much as it does me. It’s as if saying those words aloud makes his admission real, and Luke doesn’t do real. At least, the Luke I remember never did.

  Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky. That was Luke. Never serious, always fun and looking to have a good time. That’s why everyone in school gravitated towards him. Now, I still see that same boy I knew and loved, but I see the hardness. I see the way life has transformed him into the take-no-shit-from-anyone man standing before me.

  He’s a powerful force to be reckoned with, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to find myself trapped in the eye of the storm.

  “Would you like a drink?” I ask, taking a step back and out of his arms.

  “Sure.”

  Luke follows me into the kitchen and steps up to the counter. I retrieve the bottle of white wine and a beer from the refrigerator, and offer Luke his choice of beverage. When he points at the beer, it’s the first time I notice the paper bag he’s holding in his left hand. He deposits it on the counter and pulls out two white Styrofoam containers.

  “What’s that?” I ask, bringing two bottles of beer over to the counter beside him.

  “Dessert.” The way he says that one word causes warmth to rush between my legs. It’s not just a late night snack; it’s a promise. A promise of something dirty, something memorable. I shiver in anticipation.

  I watch as he pops the lid off the first container, revealing the biggest slice of lemon meringue pie I’ve ever seen. My mouth waters in delight. Luke pops the top off the second box just as I start to lick my lips. The apple dumplings with caramel drizzle beckon me, drawing me in.

  Sugar coma, here I come.

  “You still love apple dumplings,” I acknowledge as I grab our beers and two forks from the drawer. Luke follows behind me with both desserts.

  “I do.”

  I sit on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table, and Luke follows suit. It’s a tight fit with me sitting Indian-style and his legs extended straight out beneath the table, but I don’t mind. Luke’s outer thigh pressed firmly against mine? Nope. I don’t mind at all.

  “And you remembered that lemon meringue was my favorite,” I say as I grab a fork, my eyes zeroing in on the white fluffy goodness.

  “What are you doing?” Luke asks, pulling the white Styrofoam from within my reach.

  “What are you doing?” I retort, extending my fork towards the pie once more.

  “I’m eating my pie,” he says, swiping at my utensil with his own.

  “Your pie? I thought it was my pie. You don’t even like lemon meringue,” I quip as he shoves a forkful of yellow and white sweetness in his mouth.

  “That’s not true,” he replies with a mouthful. “I never had the chance to eat it because you always ate it all before me.”

  “Whatever,” I holler, laughing, as I throw myself on top of him. Luke’s bringing another forkful to his mouth while fighting off my attack at the same time. My mouth is open like a baby bird as I try to grab at the fork. Luke’s resilient though, and manages to get the second bite of pie into his mouth, despite my best efforts to steal the bite for myself.

  When we make eye contact, the air crackles to life with an undercurrent of desire. I realize at that moment that I’m sprawled across his lap, my side nestled against his growing erection. Longing sweeps through me, coursing through my pores, reckless and wild. I uncontrollably wriggle in his lap in an attempt to alleviate the ache between my legs

  “You’re distracting me from my pie.” Luke’s green eyes are fire.

  “Maybe you need to quit being so stingy and share your pie.”

  “But I really, really love pie.” The double innuendo isn’t lost on me. His words cause my body to erupt into a blazing inferno of lust and need.

  Before I can even reply, Luke dips his fork in the pie and brings it up to my mouth. He draws out the anticipation, slowing the progression of the sweet treat to my lips. If someone had told me that eating dessert could be this sexual, I would have laughed. But this? This is pure foreplay.

  My tongue darts out and licks the tip of his fork. My taste buds are instantly assaulted with the tangy sweetness of my favorite treat. I need more. Leaning forward, Luke brings the bite closer until I wrap my lips around his fork. My moan is pure heavenly bliss.

  “Oh my God, that is so good.”

  Luke’s green eyes are alive. Hunger radiates from his body like a furnace, and I’m not talking about his appetite for the pie. He looks like he’s about to devour me for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and midnight snack and still not be remotely satisfied.

  “I need to taste your lips,” Luke says, his voice husky and deep.

  “Yes,” I whisper breathlessly, giving him permission to take his kiss and so much more.

  He pounces, his lips firm and demanding as he coaxes my mouth open. Luke’s tongue darts inside, exploring every part of my mouth, leaving nothing unexplored by his masterful tongue.

  My head is screaming that this is a bad idea. A man like Luke is looking for fun, and I’ve never really been built that way. I only sleep with guys I’m in a relationship with, the few that that’s been. Never this spontaneous, wild and crazy Sidney that I am right now. Except for that one night…

  My heart shoves my head out of the equation, rationalizing that it’s okay to be wild. It’s okay to be carefree. As long as I guard my heart, no one will be hurt when he walks away, because if there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that he will walk away and move on to the next woman in line. Surely I can be smarter and tougher than every other woman before me that has said the same thing, right?

  Right.

  So I throw myself into the kiss, into the passion that is evoked every time Luke kisses me. And holy cow does he kiss me. He kisses me like I’
m the light in a world of darkness. Like I’m the very air he breathes for survival.

  “Mmmmmm. Lemon meringue.” Luke slides his tongue against my swollen lower lip, licking and savoring the residual taste of pie. “You know what I’ve always wondered?” he asks, moving me with precision expertise and care. I shake my head ever so slightly. He lays me back on my plush, expensive carpeting and crawls over top of me. “I’ve always wondered what you taste like.”

  My breath catches in my throat and my mind spins with anticipation. Luke runs one hand up my side, pushing my shirt upward as he goes. When he reaches my breasts, my nipples are hard and rubbing against the satin of my bra in the most delicious of ways.

  “I’ve always regretted that I never got to taste you here,” he says as he moves his other hand between my thighs. Instinctively, I spread my legs further, seeking out that glorious friction that my body craves.

  “You see,” he starts, while moving one satin cup aside, exposing my breast. “When we were together before, I was a stupid eighteen-year-old boy, hell-bent on getting my hands on the prize.” Concentration is next to impossible while his hands are so busy. Like a maestro, he’s playing my body perfectly. One thumb rubs gently against my taut nipple while the other one draws lazy circles on my inner thigh, inching closer and closer to my center with each pass.

  “And the prize?” I ask through a hazy fog, though I’m pretty sure I already know what he’s getting at.

  “You. Naked. Underneath me. That was my prize. Like I won the fucking lottery, Sidney. That night was the best night of my life,” he states hoarsely, his words cutting through the haze and striking my heart like a bolt of lightning.

  “Really?” I ask, my eyes glued to his honest green ones.

  “Absolutely. And I was sad that I was in such a hurry to have you that I completely forgot all the good stuff. But not tonight, Sid. Tonight, I give you all of it.”

  His lips are devouring me once more while his body rocks into mine. The hardness between his legs rubs in all the right places, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of insanity. But while I know how good it feels to have his body rub against me, that’s not what I’m after tonight. Tonight, I want it all.

  Rocking gently like a ship at sea, we move together in sync. His thumb and finger tweaks my sensitive nipple, sending warmth rushing through my body. The other hand moves from between my legs to the closure at my jeans. With stealthy fingers, he flicks open my pants and has his hand inside a moment later. Rough fingers easily slide through my wetness. He’s coated in my arousal as he skims across my swollen flesh.

  “I don’t know what it is about you that makes me almost get off in my pants like a juvenile.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “Well, we did dry hump like teenagers last night.”

  Luke runs his nose along the shell of my ear and whispers, “Yes. We. Did. But tonight, I’m not coming in my jeans. Tonight, I’m coming inside of you. Probably more than once.”

  And with that, he slides two fingers inside my body, evoking a loud gasp from me. He somehow steadily pumps his fingers even though the material of my jeans restricts his movement. I’m lost in a euphoric world where only he and I exist.

  His ministration of pleasure on my body continues as he pushes my shirt up to my neck and exposes my other breast. Luke’s tongue is hot and wet against my nipples as he licks and laps at one, then the other, making sure to pay them equal attention. With each flick of his tongue, I’m left spinning. My body is a live wire of lust and need. He clamps down with his teeth and curls his fingers upward. Like hitting a magic button, I detonate, coming violently against his hand.

  “That’s one,” he says, that stupid smirk present on his gorgeous face.

  “Cocky much?” I ask through a dry throat as I start to come down from an amazing orgasm.

  “Not at all, angel. I’m just a man with a plan. A plan that involves you and a few more of those orgasms.”

  I’m boneless as Luke strips me of my jeans and panties. My body is humming with aftershocks and a newfound anticipation. I’ve never been a multi-orgasm receiver, but something tells me Luke is a man who won’t stop until he has achieved what he’s set his mind to.

  And that’s me.

  “Now,” he starts as he bends down between my legs. Instinctively, I want to cross them, shield my body from his consuming eyes. Thank goodness for monthly trips to the salon that helps keep my lady parts groomed. “Back to that first time we were together. I missed out on something really big, and I’m not about to neglect it a second time.”

  With that, he lowers his mouth and licks me. One long, glorious lick from bottom to top that causes my body to convulse and air to completely evacuate my lungs.

  “Mmmmmm. Better than my dreams, Sid. And fuck if I didn’t dream about this. Every night, I would lie in bed and dream about licking you, eating you, fucking you again. Over and over until I couldn’t think or walk straight. It was the longest, hardest summer I’ve ever experienced. I wanted so much more of you.”

  His words. God, his delicious words make me delirious and so much hotter than I could have ever imagined. No one has ever talked to me in bed, let alone with such a raw, animalistic, dirty need that left me wetter than ever and hungrier for more.

  No more words are needed as Luke licks and sucks on my most sensitive part. He returns two fingers to my entrance, teasing my body with slow, lucid strokes as he gradually pushes inside me. My body is on fire once more, craving him and the pleasure he provides.

  “You feel so tight, so wet, so good,” he says, and all I can say in return comes out as a loud moan. All I can do is hold on and ride out the onslaught of bliss he gives.

  As he replaces his fingers with his tongue and lightly squeezes my clit, I feel the uncontrollable tightening of my body. I’m unable to ward off the start of another intense orgasm that starts in my gut and shoots off like fireworks, straight to my toes. Luke’s name slips from my lips on repeat, my eyes squeezed shut as I ride wave after wave of ecstasy.

  He’s gone before I even register what’s happening. I can hear the distinct sound of his zipper and the rustle of material. I mentally chastise myself for missing the moment where this man strips before me, but I can’t seem to get my eyes to cooperate and get on board with my brain. I’m floating in a sea of bliss and euphoria, and it’s the best feeling ever.

  And then I feel him.

  Cracking open my heavy lids, I see Luke squatting between my legs. The look on his face is pure, raw sex. Hunger. Determination. Desire. It’s all there in spades. I watch, mesmerized, as Luke strokes himself. He’s every bit as thick and hard as I remember from our single night together, yet even better than before. This is the man Luke, and boy oh boy, is he ever a man now.

  “Say yes, Sidney. Tell me you want this as much as I do. Say yes and it happens now.”

  Yes, yes, yes, I want to shout. Yes please! Hell yes! God yes! Every variation of yes flashes through my mind in a rapid-fire sequence. His eyes are blazing, his chest heaving as he gazes down at me, waiting. And there’s only one answer, one word to say. “Yes.”

  With the agility of a jungle cat, Luke lunges forward, slamming into me. The tight stretch is a shocking combination of pleasure and pain as my body gives to accommodate him. He’s so much bigger than I remember, and definitely more endowed than the previous bedmates before him.

  “God, you feel so fucking good,” Luke groans as he slowly slides back out until just the tip remains. “You’re still pulsing from when I made you come with my mouth, Sid.” He lunges forward once more, burying himself to the hilt once more. “So. Fucking. Good.”

  Luke bends down, grabbing my hands and holding them captive above my head. And then he begins to move. His pace is slow and deliberate as his hips gyrate and grind against me. His eyes are liquid fire as he gazes down hungrily. I’m transfixed, unable to look away even if I wanted to.

  I long to touch him, run my hands up the taut
muscles of his abdomen, feel him work and flex beneath my touch, but that’s not happening with my hands fastened above my head. Locking my legs around his hips, Luke delves deeper yet, stripping me of my sanity with each pump of his hips. Beads of sweat form on his forehead and around his brow. My fingers tingle to touch, to wipe them away.

  Luke flexes his hips, pushing upward once more. A loud groan erupts from my throat, raw and deep. He bends down and steals a kiss, branding his lips to mine. Our tongues dance as we move together in sync to music that we create.

  “This. This is what I’ve been dreaming of, Sid. Ever since you walked into that room a week ago, I’ve been thinking of this exact moment.”

  “Really?” I ask, unable to comprehend how a man like Luke Thomas could ever want someone as plain and ordinary as me when he could have any woman he wants.

  “I knew it would be good, but damn,” he says as he grinds against my clit, causing me to see stars. “This is so much better than I even imagined.”

  “It is,” I whisper.

  His pace starts to speed up. He flexes and slams into me with an uninhibited need, the precious control he’s maintained slipping further and further away. My body starts to tighten, miraculously. There’s no way I’m able to have another orgasm, is there? Three is uncharted territory when it comes to O’s, and I’m not sure my body could handle another.

  “Three, Sid. I need three.”

  “I don’t think I can,” I groan, reveling in the way he reaches that magical place deep inside me once more.

  “You can, and you will. I’m not stopping until I get three.” His gorgeous face is sweaty, his cheeks and neck tense.

  “I want to touch you,” I confess.

  Instantly, Luke lets go of my hands without stalling his pace. My fingers glide along the ridges of his sides and wrap around to his tight, wet back. His gaze softens into something I’m not at liberty to dissect, which essentially pushes me over the edge once more. Luke’s lips come down on mine as he absorbs my moans of pleasure. His own body is unable to ward off his release as he lets go, my name grunted against my lips.