Page 117 of Just Trouble

I wouldn’t. It’s all true.

He claims a quick kiss as he laces our hands together, the fingers of his one hand entwined with both of mine. He braceshis elbow and holds my hands high over my head, so I’m stretched to my tiptoes. It feels wicked and wonderful, and when his other hand slides between my thighs, I shudder. He kisses my ear, slowly, even as his fingers begin to work.

“And when I’m done, you’ll ask me to do it again,” he promises in a velvety purr and I already know that he’s right.

I endup riding him on the bathroom floor, needing to feel him inside me after I come. Luke gallantly takes the bottom against the tile and I straddle him, feeling audacious and insatiable. I see the marks of my own nails in his shoulders and even the imprint of my teeth.

And yet, and yet, he seems to be thrilled by my demands, by the new bold me, and I feel as if neither of us can get enough. I ride him hard. He watches me like I’m incredible and that only makes me more demanding. I take him almost to the edge, then relent, teasing him a little more each time so that he comes bigger in the end.

And when he does, it’s explosive, his body so taut that he arches off the floor, taking me with him as he reaches for the stars.

I watch him, so glad I can do this to him and for him, then his eyes open to blue slits of amusement. “I think I just had an out-of-body experience,” he rumbles.

“No, you were definitely in my body,” I reply as I slide down to lie on his chest. He laughs harder than I’ve ever heard him laugh before. It’s a wonderful sound. I wriggle my hips, still amazed that he was so huge and I was able to take him completely. “You were impossible to miss.”

“Problem?” he asks and I shake my head.

“Perfection.”

“Damn, Daph, it was.” His tone is filled with a wonder I share.

I touch the marks I’ve left on his shoulders. “Too much?”

He gives a shiver of delight and rolls his eyes. “Perfection,” he insists and gives me a kiss that is all that and more. Then he rolls me to my side, eyes glinting. His hand slides lower and I part my thighs, welcoming his touch. “We definitely need to add this to the playlist,” he growls and I nod agreement.

I like the implication that he’ll be around in a month, and I kiss him with all my enthusiasm for that concept. In a heartbeat, we’re tangled together again, and I’m rocking against his hand, wanting what he gives. “Twice for you,” he whispers, cradling me against his chest as his fingers drive me crazy. He’s watching me with satisfaction. “Once to make you wild and once to make you sleepy.”

“No. Am I that predictable?”

“Maybe not tonight.” He kisses me fiercely, roughly, his fingers sliding inside me as his thumb does that really good bit. I arch my back and make a little sound of protest when he stops, one that makes him slide his knee between my legs. He’s holding me down again, stretching me out, and I realize just how much I love this when he casts me into the abyss again. He swallows the sound of my release with a commanding kiss, and it takes me a minute to catch my breath.

“Damn,” I whisper.

“That’s not half of it,” he agrees and helps me up. He starts the shower again and this time we wash each other in silence. I wonder all the things I usually wonder, then realize there’s a lesson to be learned in this night’s activities.

Luke’s right. You only can be certain if you try.

You only know if you ask.

“You’re looking very thoughtful,” he says, turning me around so he can wash my back in long smooth strokes.

“Why haven’t you moved in?” I ask and his hand stops for a second.

“Why haven’t you invited me to?”

It appears that we have different assumptions about this and I’m glad I’ve asked. “This is my fault?”

“No, it’s your choice. I’ve wanted to stay here from the very beginning, but it’s your house. It’s up to you if and when that happens.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He flings out a hand. “Just showing up somewhere, saying ‘oh, I’m staying here, I’ll have my eggs over easy at seven’ seems presumptuous.” I bite back a smile because he does a pretty good impression of Justin. “I don’t even turn up uninvited at my mom’s place with expectations.”

“But that house is kind of your house, seeing that you bought it and all.”

“I bought it for her,” Luke corrects me, his eyes turning that vivid blue. “It’sherhouse. It’s up to her who stays there.”

“That’s very sweet,” I say softly.

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