Page 104 of Electric Kiss

Freya wrenched her head to the side and panted, then her head came back and she pierced him with the most lustful gaze he’d ever seen her send his way.

“We need to talk,” she whispered.

“No. No, we do not need to talk. You have that serious tone and I don’t like it. I already have waking dreams, you’re not going to turn up to the wedding, deciding you don’t want anything to do with the Turner name.”

She cupped his face, and then pressed both her thumbs to his lips, but he carried on talking. She giggled at his scrunched up lips moving.

“Please tell me you’re not calling the whole thing off?”

Freya sighed as she smiled at him. He could feel his forehead scrunched with lines of worry.

“There is nothing amusing about this,” he said, feeling like she was making fun of his anguish.

“Darling husband-to-be. I fear what I’m about to tell you is much, much worse.”

Luke’s heart lurched. As he gazed into her eyes brimming with pure love, Luke felt completely bewildered by the absence of a bra, her breasts pressed against his chest, and her words, which were even more devastating than rejecting his proposal.

Luke rearranged them, leaning one forearm in the grass while his other arm hitched her right leg around his waist and her right arm around his shoulders. He repeated the same for her other arm and leg, leaning on his left forearm. Once he was wrapped up in a Freya hug, he nodded.

Luke gazed down at her. He was on both forearms to keep as much weight off her as he could, but made sure his erection was pressing against her.

“That’s better. Right, whatever you have to say, you’re going to have to convince me while we’re dry humping.”

Freya stretched her neck back, letting out a laugh that he felt in his belly.

“I think we should abstain,” she said.

“From sex?” he shrieked.

Luke looked around to see if Jason and Archer were nearby with a camera. This had to be a joke.

“Yes.”

“For how long?” he asked warily.

“Until the wedding.”

“That’s six days, twenty hours, and a handful of minutes.”

She lifted her beautiful face and stared at him, her eyes glittering with humour. Luke tucked his chin to his chest to stare right back, soaking in her amusement.

“How do you know the hours and minutes?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

Letting his head drop with a thud, he hummed. After a few moments, he mumbled his answer.

“I might have an app for that.”

“Luke,” she said and then grinned at him. “I love you so much.”

“Not enough, because you’re withholding fucking.”

“Not just orgasms. All touch.”

Luke leaned up, rested his forearms on the grass and took a long breath in before he exhaled through his nose. He thought she was joking until he saw her serious expression. Still, he did not agree with her wishes.

“Fuck off, no. No fucking way. We live together. We share a fucking bed.”

Freya tried to wriggle free but his legs had entwined with hers, keeping her in place. Not that she resisted all that much.

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