Page 105 of Electric Kiss

“I’m going to stay at Edward Hall now the last event has moved out. I’ll stay in the room where I will be getting ready on the day to be your wife.”

Luke was inching further upright and Freya had to move to accommodate as he shifted.

“Why in thefuckwould you want this?”

Freya rolled to her back and spoke to the cloudless sky, sounding light and airy like she was listing off what they could pack for a picnic.

“Well, two reasons. I have a surprise for you that will need to happen in three days. So you wouldn’t be able to touch me or you’ll spoil the surprise for the wedding night.”

Shifting to his side, he held her hand in his palm and reached out his other hand to flatten it onto her stomach. Like a teenager, he wiggled her body to make her breasts move under her shirt.

Freya wasn’t wearing a bar. It made her giggle. The best sound he’d ever heard.

“All right. That’s sounds sexy and I’m going to like it.”

“I hope so. I’ve convinced the girls to do it with me.”

“That sounds like it’s to do with this,” he said, moving his hand over her jean shorts to slip between her thighs. Freya was faster, and she closed her legs tight so his fingers were resting on her thighs.

“Not telling. You’ll have to wait and see.”

She said this, letting out a full laugh, wrapping her arms around her waist, trying to contain her belly laugh.

Moving his hand back up, he went past her ribcage and squeezed the breast nearest him. Freya let out a moan.

“So why does that have to start a week before we get hitched?”

“I think the anticipation will amp up the wedding night. We can’t keep our hands off each other. Can you imagine what it will be like after a week? It will be like the cave all over again.”

Luke was pinching her erect nipple and her words were all breathy, like she was half way to an orgasm. His dick was hard in his pants. The whole no sex talk wasn’t working for his cock.

“Yeah. I hate the whole idea, but yeah.”

“So you’ll agree to it?”

He’d agree to anything if that was what she wanted.

“On one condition,” Luke said and grinned down at her.

“What’s that?”

“I fuck you now, right here.”

“I am not having sex in a lavender field,” Freya protested, looking left and right at all the surrounding lavender.

“You love lavender.”

“I do. But what if a bumblebee stings your arse?”

Luke ignored that idea and made her laugh.

“It won’t sting my arse. It will sting yours, Peaches.”

Luke seized Freya, arranging himself upright with her straddling his lap. His hand was back down the back of her shorts, dragging her pelvis against his erection.

“Luke,” she whispered.

Freya looked left and right as he kissed her throat.

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