Page 102 of Reluctant Chemistry

“Not tonight.”

Despite wanting to lift her so she could wrap her legs around his waist, he knew the dress wouldn’t rise to that occasion, so instead, he took her hand and led the way, L.A.B.’s ‘In the Air’ playing in the background.

There had been many times lately when Luka had imagined pushing her up against the wall and taking her hard and fast as he had after the benefit dinner, but as she sat on the bed and lifted each foot so he could remove her shoes, the reverence of the moment hit him head-on. This was their second chance, and he didn’t want to mess it up. He loved her and had no doubt she loved him back. And for that very reason, he’d take it slow.

CeCe placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him, the taste of whiskey fresh on her tongue. He grasped hold of the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. When she bent down and sucked on his nipple, Luka’s back arched, and he went from stiff to rock-hard in an instant.

“Ah, I remember that,” she said.

Panting now, so ready for her. “What?”

“Your breasts are supersensitive.”

He chuckled. “I don’t have breasts. I have pecs.”

CeCe trailed her fingertips over them. “And they’re magnificent.” While maintaining eye contact, she rubbed him through the denim of his jeans and was none too gentle about it. “In fact, you’re magnificent all over. But we need to speed things up, Chopper Guy, because I’m about to combust just from looking at you.”

Struggling to release his fly, Luka forgot all about the reverence of the moment. As usual for their first time of the evening, CeCe didn’t want it slow. She wanted lust scorching the air between them. She slipped off the bed and stood at his side, her hands unclipping the fasteners that held the choker to the straps of her dress.

Her smile widening, she turned her back to him and glanced over her shoulder, lifting her hair off her neck. “Can you unzip me?”

Luka obliged, his hands clumsy and unsteady in the simple task, and as her naked back came into view, he felt as if he were unwrapping a gift. One he’d been wanting forever. She wore no bra, and when he peeled the dress over her hips, he discovered she’d worn no panties either.

Their clothes pooling in a heap on the floor, they kissed with hungry lips, his fingers wrapped inside the choker and her nails digging into his back. CeCe pushed him backward onto the bed and straddled him. “Condom?”

His mind blank, he stared up at her, naked everywhere except for that choker. “Shit, um…”Did he have condoms? Of course he did!Luka pointed to the nightstand. “Top drawer.”

She leaned over, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and as she moved back, he placed his hands behind his head and watched. “That choker is so damn sexy on you.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

She lowered herself onto him, a slight hesitation on her brow as he lifted his butt off the bed. And as they kissed and started to move, he struggled to maintain control.

“Slow down,” he commanded. “Or I’m going to come.”

CeCe gripped his shoulders, frowning down at him while slowing her pace. “And you think I’m not?”

Luka’s head sank into the pillows, eyes closed as he forced a “Shit, CeCe,” through gritted teeth. He rolled her onto her back and pulled out. “Not just yet, you’re not.”

She shook her head, panting hard and cupping her breasts as he sat back on his haunches. “You’re not playing fair.”

“Course I am.” He eased into her, then withdrew.

“Do that again.”

He laughed and did as instructed. “So bossy. Again?”

“Yes…please!”

CeCe collapsed onto the bed, the choker still around her neck and a hint of red lipstick staining her lips. “Wow, that feels so much better,” she murmured.

“What the hellwasthat?”

She lifted her head to look at him and kissed him on the cheek. “Red-hot sex. That’s what it was.”

“But I planned to take it slow. To worship you. Show you how much I’d missed you.”

“Oops. Sorry. I didn’t really get that vibe.” CeCe giggled. “Okay, let’s go make some banana on toast, and then maybe—”

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