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bra. He cupped the globe in one hand and licked and nipped the tip until my nipple was taut and poking hard against damp cloth.
Then he closed his lips around me and suckled.
Desire sang through me. I arched into his mouth with a gasp.
Sex was a nice, enjoyable release of endorphins. With Luke Steel, his mouth and hands on me, sucking my nipple through my clothes like a live brand…it went beyond enjoyable straight to paradise.
“Come inside with me,” he murmured as he sucked and licked and bit. “I have a basement guest room here. The door locks.”
Locked door…privacy…naked flesh writhing on the bedspread flitted through my head.
A more rational part tried to add that, if I stayed, I’d have another chance to confront Julian. But it was only window dressing for the fact that I wanted to go with Luke to his room. Behind that locked door.
To let him spread my thighs and do wicked things with me.
I shuddered greedily at the thought. “All right.”
He lifted his head, gave me a fierce smile and took my hand to lead me into the townhouse and downstairs.
But inside the darkened room, when he moved to flip on the lights, I stopped him.
“Wait.”
I was thirty-nine and kept in shape, but frankly Luke was the kind of man who could have the hottest women he wanted. Women with bodies like new Ferraris. I didn’t want to put him off with my slightly used family-ready Volvo.
He growled with displeasure but did as I asked, leaving the light off. But he also left the door open a crack. As he removed his belt and laid it on a dresser, my eyes adjusted slowly.
Illumination from the hallway dusted a huge bed into reality.
It sent a shock of desire through me. The bedspread was perfect for that writhing, naked flesh. But… “That lock won’t do any good if you leave the door open—hey!”
He swept me off my feet.
Giddy butterflies swooped in my stomach. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck, his braid sleek against my skin.
As he carried me to the bed he said, “I don’t want you left in the dark. No one will dare bother us.”
He laid me gently on the spread then immediately climbed on top, as if he wanted me desperately. Yeah, that got me past any self-consciousness or nerves pretty damned fast. He covered me with his big potent body, sending my anticipation soaring. Slowly he lowered himself onto me until his weight was deliciously heavy, pressing me into the bed. He wasn’t controlling, but he was masterful, managing to push all my body’s buttons.
I wriggled under him, to see how far he’d take his possession.
He lifted slightly, signaling he’d back off if I wanted. But as counterpoint, he pushed his hips into me. A sizable bulge nestled behind his zipper, and it felt surprisingly, wonderfully potent. He blinked a moment at me, as if he too was surprised. But when I moaned my pleasure, a nonverbal request for more, he snared my wrists and planted them beside my head then took my mouth in a kiss so hungry it thrilled me down to my toes.
Translation, he’d take dominance exactly as far as it aroused me.
His control was exquisite. He knew when to excite me with his considerable strength and when to back off and tease. When to nip and when to caress. He seemed to have an instinct about it.
When he buried his mouth in the crook of my neck, I gasped. Talk about buttons. Desire shot straight to my sex, lust curling hot in my pelvis.
Clever fingers went at my blouse, undoing buttons with speed and ease. His mouth followed their path, lingering on my cleavage, teasing the scalloped edge of my bra, then tantalizing me by skipping to my midriff.
As he shifted down, I used the momentary lift of his body to spread my thighs. When he settled back in, it was with his wide ribcage between my legs, his breastbone against my sex.
Heat and pressure sent what was already awake soaring. I groaned. Damp went to wet and began to spread.
His deep groan twined with mine. Reaching up with one hand, he
Then he closed his lips around me and suckled.
Desire sang through me. I arched into his mouth with a gasp.
Sex was a nice, enjoyable release of endorphins. With Luke Steel, his mouth and hands on me, sucking my nipple through my clothes like a live brand…it went beyond enjoyable straight to paradise.
“Come inside with me,” he murmured as he sucked and licked and bit. “I have a basement guest room here. The door locks.”
Locked door…privacy…naked flesh writhing on the bedspread flitted through my head.
A more rational part tried to add that, if I stayed, I’d have another chance to confront Julian. But it was only window dressing for the fact that I wanted to go with Luke to his room. Behind that locked door.
To let him spread my thighs and do wicked things with me.
I shuddered greedily at the thought. “All right.”
He lifted his head, gave me a fierce smile and took my hand to lead me into the townhouse and downstairs.
But inside the darkened room, when he moved to flip on the lights, I stopped him.
“Wait.”
I was thirty-nine and kept in shape, but frankly Luke was the kind of man who could have the hottest women he wanted. Women with bodies like new Ferraris. I didn’t want to put him off with my slightly used family-ready Volvo.
He growled with displeasure but did as I asked, leaving the light off. But he also left the door open a crack. As he removed his belt and laid it on a dresser, my eyes adjusted slowly.
Illumination from the hallway dusted a huge bed into reality.
It sent a shock of desire through me. The bedspread was perfect for that writhing, naked flesh. But… “That lock won’t do any good if you leave the door open—hey!”
He swept me off my feet.
Giddy butterflies swooped in my stomach. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck, his braid sleek against my skin.
As he carried me to the bed he said, “I don’t want you left in the dark. No one will dare bother us.”
He laid me gently on the spread then immediately climbed on top, as if he wanted me desperately. Yeah, that got me past any self-consciousness or nerves pretty damned fast. He covered me with his big potent body, sending my anticipation soaring. Slowly he lowered himself onto me until his weight was deliciously heavy, pressing me into the bed. He wasn’t controlling, but he was masterful, managing to push all my body’s buttons.
I wriggled under him, to see how far he’d take his possession.
He lifted slightly, signaling he’d back off if I wanted. But as counterpoint, he pushed his hips into me. A sizable bulge nestled behind his zipper, and it felt surprisingly, wonderfully potent. He blinked a moment at me, as if he too was surprised. But when I moaned my pleasure, a nonverbal request for more, he snared my wrists and planted them beside my head then took my mouth in a kiss so hungry it thrilled me down to my toes.
Translation, he’d take dominance exactly as far as it aroused me.
His control was exquisite. He knew when to excite me with his considerable strength and when to back off and tease. When to nip and when to caress. He seemed to have an instinct about it.
When he buried his mouth in the crook of my neck, I gasped. Talk about buttons. Desire shot straight to my sex, lust curling hot in my pelvis.
Clever fingers went at my blouse, undoing buttons with speed and ease. His mouth followed their path, lingering on my cleavage, teasing the scalloped edge of my bra, then tantalizing me by skipping to my midriff.
As he shifted down, I used the momentary lift of his body to spread my thighs. When he settled back in, it was with his wide ribcage between my legs, his breastbone against my sex.
Heat and pressure sent what was already awake soaring. I groaned. Damp went to wet and began to spread.
His deep groan twined with mine. Reaching up with one hand, he
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