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“Shouldn’t we?”

He doesn’t take his lips from my skin and I don’t want him to. His rough hands slide beneath the jumper, slipping under my singlet and up my back. He groans when he discovers there’s no bra. I didn’t bother with it when I scrambled to dress quickly. I figured since he’s already seen me naked, not wearing a bra was no big deal.

Luke tugs at the hem of the jumper and I pull back to let him lift it over my head.

“God, look at you.” He tosses it aside and his hands find and cup my breasts over the thin material of the singlet. “I wanted to do this so badly that morning when you came out just like this with nothing on underneath.” He groans again, sucking in a breath, his thumbs working my nipples into stiff peaks. “Oh, we shouldn’t, but, God, I’ve waited for another chance for a long fucking time.” His voice is rough and gravelly, and it sounds like he can hardly tear his eyes away from my chest.

“Why shouldn’t we?” I ask him again, prompting him to look up.

He grimaces. “Because you’re rebounding. You’re upset. Of course, you are. You’ll probably regret this tomorrow. And I don’t want to be some guy you regret. Not again.”

I arch my back, pushing my breasts into his hands, loving the way there’s an answering throb from his cock pressed between us. I want to deal with the last part of what he just said. The part suggesting I didn’t think about him for years after that night on the beach, but his hands on my breasts are too distracting. I gasp. “I won’t regret it!”

He slips his hands under my singlet this time, pushing it up so it exposes my breasts. Finally! I feel every minute of the ten years I’ve been waiting to feel his touch on my naked breasts.

He drops his head and spends a long moment kissing around the areola, making me moan when he finally plants his mouth over my nipple and suckles me.

“See!” I clutch at his hair, holding him close. “You’ll make sure I don’t regret it.”

Luke lifts his head just a fraction. Enough to fix me with a heated look. “Oh, I promise you’ll enjoy it over and over before I even get inside that sweet little pussy, but that’s not the point.”

His mouth on my body is scrambling my brain. Sensation rushes between my thighs and I rock my hips, longing for more contact than our position allows. “What is the point, then?” And why is he not inside me already? God, I don’t think I ever wanted Oliver this badly. If it was good the first time, how much better will it be now that I know what I’m doing? Now I can do more than just lie there while he rocks my world.

Luke sighs against my skin. “Because maybe he’ll call and apologise. Maybe you’ll wish you didn’t even kiss me.”

I shake my head. “No. I won’t. Whatever happens with Oliver, I don’t want to stop now.”

He hesitates. His hands cease their restless movement over my body.

“Please, Luke. If you want this, that’s all that matters, because I want it.”

With a growl, he flips us and presses me into the sofa. He nudges between my thighs and takes control of the action just like that. As if I was ever really in control.

Luke grinds against me, sending a warm sizzle through my core. I wrap my legs around him and kiss him with everything I’ve got.

It feels so good.

So good to be wanted so desperately it seems like he can’t keep his hands off me. So good to be touched and held and kissed as if I’m special, irresistible.

I lift my hips as he slides down my body, tugging at my black cotton panties and pyjama shorts. He pulls them both off in one swift movement, then pushes apart my thighs and sucks in a breath right over my throbbing pussy.

“I thought I was imagining how perfect you are here, too.” He uses a gentle thumb to part my folds and just looks at me for a long moment. I’m not shy. Not about this. I want it too much. I also just shaved, so I know everything is neat and tidy. Even so, waiting with his mouth so close and yet so far from me is agony. My clit aches for stimulation and a trickle of moisture escapes my entrance when I clench involuntarily.

Luke chuckles and uses his thumb to rub it through my folds. I sigh at the contact.

“There you go, beautiful. You needed this, didn’t you?”

I nod. “I need you.”

He lets out another of those deep-chested growls and it does all sorts of things to me while his hand is on me and his gaze is locked on my pussy. “And I need you, Mia. But first I need you to cum for me. You going to tell me how you like it?”

I squirm. He rubs me slowly, sensuously, never quite reaching my clit. The tease is everything, but not enough. I groan. “My clit! Just touch my clit, please.”

He nods, continuing his torment. “Mouth or fingers, baby? Fast or slow? Hard or soft?”

I arch my back as another swipe through my wetness fails to reach the centre of my need. “Any! Both! I don’t care. Please touch me.”

His mouth descends on me at the same time he finally finds my clit with his thumb.

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