by Jennifer Rae
She had the spoon in her mouth again, so he took it, slipping it from her lips. ‘I can help you out, Amy, but you need to get rid of this damn spoon.’
In seconds, he’d replaced the spoon with his lips and she drew herself closer, licking his tongue the way she had been the spoon seconds ago. She tasted like cake and he kissed her deeper, his arms circling her small frame, dragging her to him. She responded with a little moan which only made his body harder.
‘We should leave,’ she murmured, and he took no time in getting her the hell out of there.
Amy’s flat was only two blocks away but it seemed too far. Every time she got more than two centimetres away from him he grabbed her, pulled her close and started kissing her neck. She responded by turning and lifting her arms around his neck before kissing him back.
He wanted more of her—needed her horizontal. She seemed to want the same, because she was pulling on him, pulling him down closer, her hands everywhere—on his back, behind his head, through his hair. She gasped as she kissed him, barely coming up for air, and her desperation turned him on.
‘If we keep kissing here we’ll never get to your flat,’ he whispered into her hair as she pulled him close again.
‘I know, but I can’t stop.’ She pulled him again and he stumbled a little, accidentally pushing her so she stumbled too, but he caught her before she fell.
He laughed. ‘Someone’s going to get hurt.’
Grabbing at her from behind, he forced her to walk. But he didn’t get far before the lure of the skin on the back of her neck called to him again.
This time she practically growled as she turned and jumped on him. Surprised, he stepped backwards, but found himself tripping on something. Before he could stop himself he was falling backwards into a bush in someone’s garden, her right on top of him.
They clashed heads and landed in the leaves and Amy let out a little yelp.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked, holding her arms steady.
Strange noises came from her. At first he thought she was crying, and he struggled to get them upright, but she wasn’t crying. She was laughing. It started as a giggle and ended in a contagious laugh with which Luke couldn’t help but join in.
The bush rustled as they lay there, uncomfortable and sore, but unable to free themselves as they laughed heavily at nothing. She clung to him and he clung to her until their laughter subsided.
‘You’re just what I need, Amy.’
Her laughs evaporated and she looked at him. Her dark eyes were almost black in the night.
‘Ouch,’ she said, and moved to get up.
Not the reaction he was expecting, but possibly the best one she could give. This wasn’t a relationship. This was just two friends helping each other out. He was glad she realised that, because they’d have more than a few scratches if they weren’t on the same page.
‘Help me up!’ she whispered as the lights in the house were flicked on.
‘Who’s there? Is someone out there?’
They stilled, but the bush couldn’t hold them, and then Amy shifted a little so that Luke had to adjust his position to hold her up.
‘Who is it? I’m calling the police.’
With a struggle and a push Luke managed to get them both upright, and then he grabbed Amy’s hand and pulled her hard. They ran off down the footpath, with abuse being hurled at them from behind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
AMY’S LUNGS BURNED. They’d run so fast, and she’d already been out of breath from all the kissing she’d been doing.
Kissing Luke was even better than she’d imagined it would be. He was confident and sure, and he’d held her so close and so hard she’d felt his desperation for her. It made her feel wanted and special. But she had to remind herself what this was about. Sex.
She’d decided to forget about Luke a few hours ago. But when he’d exposed himself to her with that speech about Willa being his responsibility and him wanting to be the kind of man who fixed things she hadn’t been able to resist.
She wanted him all over again. Badly. And the truth was she hadn’t felt that way about someone in a long time.
‘Code?’
He was asking for her security code to get them into the building. He still had hold of her hand and it felt so good there.
‘Zero, three, one, zero.’
He turned to face her. ‘You shouldn’t tell anyone your security code, Amy.’
Amy blinked. He was right. She shouldn’t tell anyone her code. She would never normally tell anyone her code. But she’d blurted it out to him without any prompting. What was wrong with her?
‘Don’t worry, I’ll have it changed by the morning. I don’t want you breaking into my house while I’m not here and going through my underwear.’
His stern face disappeared and was replaced with a slow, sexy smile. He moved closer, slipping one hand down the front of her skirt to brush his fingers against the lace of her underwear. She sucked in a breath—a deep one. His fingers were confident and she wanted him to go further, explore deeper.
‘How about I just do that out here?’
Deep and sexy, his voice made her legs shake.
‘Open the damn door, Luke.’
He did—but not before he kissed her again, deeply, and with a force she’d never felt from Laurie. In comparison Laurie’s kisses were soft, almost reverent. But there was nothing reverent about the way Luke was kissing her and moving his hand to get underneath the lace of her underwear.
Amy led the way up the stairs, pausing once to turn and kiss him again. She was finding it hard to go more than three seconds without feeling his lips on hers, and thankfully he responded the way she wanted him to. He stopped and kissed her back, his hands tangling in her hair as he pulled her face closer to him.
‘Up, up...’ he panted, and she moved backwards up the stairs before reaching the top and fumbling in her bag for the swipe card that would let her into her flat.
Before the door was even shut Luke had her up against the wall in her hallway. His hands worked on the zipper of her skirt as her hands fumbled with his buttons.
He was strong, and he held her as if she weighed nothing more than the packet of condoms she had in her bedroom—still unopened. Condoms she needed right now.
‘My bedroom is down that way...’ She struggled to get the words out as he kissed her lips, her eyes and her neck. That spot right between her collarbones. She’d never been kissed there, and she wasn’t sure why it felt so damn good but it did.
The buttons undone, she finally got a look at the older, bigger, stronger and tattooed Luke. Across one side of his chest and down his shoulder were the black markings of a large tattoo. She couldn’t make out what it was, and nor did she have time to look.
Luke was swiftly removing her top, pulling it up over her head, and he had her bra on the floor in seconds. His mouth moved down to her chest as he held her backside up against the wall. She ached to feel his tongue on her nipple. She wanted him to suck and lick and bite. She needed him right now, with a force she couldn’t explain. This wasn’t tender loving sex, like Laurie had offered, this was wild animal sex. And it was just what she needed.
‘No time for bedrooms,’ he said as he finally let her feet fall to the ground.
He moved down her body, his hands touching before his tongue licked. Her neck, her breasts, her nipples, her stomach...And finally he was pulling down her skirt and kissing the lace of her underwear. It was the only barrier between them now and she wanted it off. She tugged at it, trying to get it off.
The heat of his breath hit her bare skin as he helped her and she moaned loudly when he finally let his mouth kiss her swollen lips. She held his head steady as his tongue forced its way in. He licked with long strokes, and then with fast short ones. He moved his head a little t
o the side and kissed her, long and hard and deep, and Amy felt everything in her core shake.
She wanted to climb up onto his shoulders to get herself closer, but with a swift movement he already had her leg up. She pushed closer and he kissed deeper, delving with his tongue and sucking on her clit. Amy pressed closer. Laurie had never done it like this. Never.
She felt what Luke was feeling. He wanted her. Every bit of her. And he wasn’t stopping until she was satisfied. But the orgasm wouldn’t come. She clamped her stomach tight. She shifted away. She didn’t want him to get sore, kneeling before her.
‘Relax,’ he murmured into her, which made a warm trickle flow up her spine. ‘Relax, Amy. Let go. Enjoy it.’
His words murmured through her and she did what he said. She relaxed her muscles, she thought of nothing else but him and what he was doing, and within seconds the hot flash of a shaking orgasm tore through her. She bucked. She shook. It tingled up her body and then it was over.
Luke looked up at her, panting a little, his lips moist and his eyes greener than she’d ever seen them.
‘Now we can move,’ he said, a slow smile forming on his lips.
But she wasn’t going anywhere. She pushed on his shoulders till he was on his back on the floor and then she tore at his belt. She had his pants down in seconds and hovered above him.
‘Condom,’ she said.
‘Condom...’ he repeated. But he didn’t move.
Clearly he wasn’t prepared—but she was. Quickly she sped into her room and fumbled through her drawer, trying to locate the pack she’d put there, intending to put it to use but not having done so yet. She slipped one from the packet and was back on top of him, ripping it open, in seconds.
But she was trembling too much to put it on. The orgasm was still freshly running through her body. So he took it from her hands and sheathed himself.
As soon as his hands hit the base she started. Slowly, purposefully sliding herself over him. A thrill ran over her as she lifted herself and then slid back down again. He was big, and she felt him throbbing inside her, but his face turned her on more than anything.
His mouth was almost a snarl and his eyes were focussed on her. Not her breasts, or her body, or what they were doing but connected right to her eyes—and she felt as if she could read his thoughts. His animalistic thoughts of just being in the moment and enjoying what she was doing to him.
His hands gripped her thighs and he moved her forwards, then backwards, faster and faster. She felt his gaze. It made her feel wilder, more free. She lifted her arms to her hair and let her mouth make the noises it wanted. She moaned, she sighed, she called his name.
He pushed her back and forth more frantically until he quietly growled, ‘I’m going to come.’
She looked at him then—right into his eyes. ‘I want you to come.’
And he did. Pulsating and pushing into her until another orgasm burst through her and shook her body. Abandoned, she shifted and moved until every last spark was spent, and then all she could do was fall on to his chest. Exhausted and dazed and much more satisfied than she’d felt in months.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE SUN PIERCED Amy’s eyeballs and she cursed loudly. She always remembered to pull the blinds before she went to sleep. Always. Because every morning the sun hit that spot that would fry her eyeballs and then sit there...just long enough to make sure she was awake and not able to go back to sleep.
She moved slowly, expecting her hangover to hit violently as soon as her head lifted from the pillow, but surprisingly her head felt okay. Was she hungover? No, of course not. She hadn’t drunk that much last night. But she was hot.
She pulled the covers off, but just as they flicked to the other side she felt something she wasn’t expecting. Warm flesh. Amy’s head spun and everything returned in a rush. The nightclub...Heaven...falling in the bushes...the frantic backwards walk up the stairs and then the hallway...oh, the hallway.
Amy couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading across her face. Because it hadn’t been just the hallway. They’d made it as far as the lounge before they’d had to start kissing again, and then they hadn’t even made the bed before he was on top of her and looking into her eyes again. Hard, direct and hot.
They’d laughed, and Amy had gone to get water, but by the time she’d returned he’s been curled up in her bed. Naked and gorgeous. Which he still was now.
Amy wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that it was Luke, but she’d never had sex like that before. Frantic and fast, desperate to taste, touch and be as close as possible to each other. He’d seemed to want her so badly, and it had made her want him even more badly. And as they’d kissed and touched and explored it had seemed nothing was off-limits. As if he was willing to do anything she wanted. And, God help her, last night she’d been willing to do anything to please him.
It was new. And dangerously addictive. But Amy had willpower. Loads of it. And she knew what this was. A reaction to a past life. Scratching an old itch. A way to pass the time while Luke was in town. It wasn’t real and that was good. She didn’t want real. She didn’t want a relationship. Because relationships never lasted and someone always got hurt and she wasn’t ready to do that again.
Luke moved. He rolled over, then opened one eye. He looked at her, and she smiled before giving him a little wave.
He opened his other eye and lifted his hand to wave back. ‘Hi.’
‘Hi.’
He lifted himself up with a yawn and a grunt and stretched. His thick torso shook as his fists rose up high over his head.
Amy bit her lip. Willpower.
‘How are you feeling this morning?’ he asked, his voice deep and sleepy.
Horny. ‘Good. You?’
He met her eyes and paused before replying, ‘Hungry, actually.’
‘I have bread and...Actually, that’s about it. Sorry.’
She and Jess didn’t shop for groceries. They ate out. Toast and Vegemite was about all they had available in-house. And wine. There was always wine. But she guessed he didn’t feel like wine.
‘Bread?’ He screwed up his face. ‘That isn’t going to cut it.’
‘What do you want, then? This isn’t a café I’m running, you know.’ She mirrored his movements and propped herself up on one hand.
He smiled then—a lazy, slow smile—before bringing his big hand up to touch her thigh under the sheet. Amy shivered. Instantly her body overheated. Too many sheets covering her. She wanted to be completely naked. Exposed. And doing whatever he wanted. Hell, if he wanted to eat croissants off her stomach she’d let him.
Wait. No. Willpower.
‘How about a bit of this?’
He grabbed a handful of her backside and roughly pulled her closer. Amy’s nipples sprang to attention. Every hair on her body stood and her core started to throb. Slowly at first but then, as his hands moved and explored her skin, before coming round to rest right on her swollen folds, the throbbing beat overtime. She tried not to move. One move and his fingers would be inside her.
Willpower.
This visceral reaction was new. With Laurie it had taken foreplay and talking and a whole lot of negotiation. It had never been immediate like this. Laurie had never made her hairs stand on end. He’d loved her. Gently. Slowly. Respectfully. Laurie would have never grabbed her ass and pulled her so close she could feel him hard against her. She hadn’t wanted him to.
But with Luke it seemed that clearly she did. Or her body did. It felt as if it was sparkling—as if it was alive for the first time in a long time—and she liked it. She didn’t feel numb, for once, and she had Luke to thank for it. But that was all this was. Just an awakening. With a hot man she’d once had a thing for. Who she didn’t have a thing for any more.
‘A bit of what?’ Amy teased, knowing what he want
ed and wanting it too, but wanting to hear him beg. ‘Don’t you think you’ve had enough of that?’
‘Not nearly enough.’
He snuggled in close and kissed her right behind the ear. Amy’s back arched. A hot tingling streamed from the spot he was kissing right down to her toes.
‘We should eat,’ she protested, pulling away from him and meeting his eyes. They were almost blue. A sea-blue that reflected the ocean way offshore.
‘I’m planning on it,’ he growled, and kissed her long and hard on the lips.
Then, before she had time to breathe, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her back. She made all sorts of fake protesting noises but he cleverly ignored them. She squirmed a little, so he held her hips steady and sat up on his knees.
Amy admired the view. His chin was covered in a growth of twenty-four-hour stubble, his hair—although short—was standing in all directions. He looked a little beastly and a lot hungry. For her.
Amy had never felt so hot in her life. Normally she’d cover up, or make an excuse to calm things down so they wouldn’t get out of control. So she could keep a handle on what was going on. But this was Luke. She’d known him for years. He knew her deepest darkest secret.
Her stomach swooped and he must have seen something flash in her eyes.
‘Stop thinking. Just relax. Let me make you happy.’
He smiled and the swoop turned into something else. A more violent wave of sexual energy and excitement. The squirming to get away turned into a squirming to open her legs. Wider and wider, so his head could make its way down to where she was hot and swollen and oh, so wet...
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‘Delicious…’ he murmured, using a finger to stroke her up and down before he pushed his way in.
Amy let out a guttural noise as Luke let his tongue explore, stroke and lick her. She shuddered happily. She tasted so good, and he loved being there in her warmth, feeling her buck against him. Her noises were becoming more frantic. She was close and he needed to slow it down. He wanted this orgasm to last a long time. He wanted her to really enjoy it and feel everything. But she tasted so damn good and was so responsive he couldn’t let her go.