Page 74 of Drown in You

Does he mean at the hotel bar or online? Why can’t he just admit to the truth? Why can’t I?

I push the thought aside. Neither of us is ready to bare our souls entirely. But we are ready for this.

“Can you blame me?” He pushes me back down and grabs my breasts with both hands, squeezing to the edge of pain. I gasp, wanting him more than I ever have. “Every inch of you is incredible.”

The tip of his masked nose glides down between my breasts and to my navel. He sweeps the mask from one hipbone to the other. All of my nerve endings collect where he touches me, making every brush of contact set me on fire.

I grab for the hair spilling out behind his mask. “Every inch of you is mouthwatering.”

He growls as I tug and wriggle beneath him. “Waiting to take you again has been agony.”

My heart is about to burst, and I gasp, “So stop waiting.”

His chuckle reverberates down my spine, and my god, I’ve missed that sound. “You’ve made me wait way too long, Sienna. Now I’m going to torture you the same way.”

Oh fuck. This is going to be a long night.

“Take your clothes off,” I breathe. I’m fully exposed in front of him while he’s completely covered. Even his face. I miss his hard, devastating body. I want to eat him up exactly like he’s doing to me.

He shakes his head. “Not yet. You’re going to have to suffer a lot longer than this.”

Goddamnit. The wait is already excruciating. My protest comes out in a whine. “No.”

Luke slides off the bed. Onto his knees.

My heart stops.

Until he jolts it back to life by tugging me to the edge of the bed. He tucks my legs over his shoulders, spreading them wide. My bare pussy glistening in front of him.

Yet he still doesn’t remove his mask. Instead, he leans down, his mask brushing against my clit as he blows on my pussy.

I jerk beneath him. He tightens his grip on my legs, clamping them against his hot neck.

We’re both burning up. Both of us on the edge of exploding.

When he blows on my wet pussy again, I clutch at the bedsheet. I can’t help writhing beneath him. But his hold on me is so strong, I hardly move in his grasp.

He keeps blowing softly, his mask barely brushing against my clit. The overwhelming sensations are driving me insane. Enough to keep me aching, needing more, but nowhere near enough to drive me over the edge.

If this is anything like the agony I’ve inflicted on him, I’m a monster. I’m not going another day without letting this man get his hands on me.

Finally, he tosses the mask off his head. His intense, seductive, stormy eyes bore into my skull. No man has ever looked at me the way Luke Valentine does. “Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.”

I do as I’m told just as Luke’s tongue sweeps up my slit.

When his tongue strikes that tense bundle of nerves, I cry out. Thank god our parents went out. There’s no way one of them wouldn’t already be storming up here to ask what all the noise is.

Only to find Luke kneeling between his stepsister’s legs.

When his tongue sweeps up me again, his throaty groan alone makes the muscles in my thighs wind tight. Jesus. I’m already on the verge of coming again.

The effect Luke Valentine has on me is beyond dangerous. It’s cataclysmic.

“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart.” His tongue swirls over my clit, sending shockwaves pulsing through my veins before he laps up the flood of arousal that trickles down to the bedsheet.

When he slides a finger in, I involuntarily clench around him. “You feel so fucking good.”

The groan that slips past his lips is obscene. “Fuck, Sienna. You’re so tight. I can’t wait to squeeze my cock inside you.”

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