Page 104 of Whispers and Wildfire

His nose brushed mine, his lips so close, and my breath hitched. A flush hit my cheeks and heat throbbed between my legs.

“I can’t hate you either.”

“This is a terrible idea,” he said, his voice still growly and low.

“Absolutely awful.”

“We were a mess together.”

I nodded, tilting my chin up, my desperation for him growing. “A total mess.”

He hesitated, his face so close, his eyes roving over me. For a second, I thought he was going to pull away, and I was going to lose my shit.

“Fuck it,” he growled.

His kiss swept over me like a wave, deep and demanding. Still dimly aware of his injuries, I draped my hands over hisshoulders as I opened for him, hungry for the feel of his tongue sliding against mine.

For a terrible idea, it sure felt amazing.

Gradually, he took the kiss from deep to shallow and pulled away.

“You’re not going out with Hank again,” he said.

That kiss had completely scrambled my brain. I blinked a few times. “What? I wasn’t anyway.”

“Then you’re not going out with anyone else.”

His sudden possessiveness left me breathless. The instinct to snap at him—tell him he couldn’t tell me what to do—was there. But I ignored it. I loved Luke’s demanding side.

Still, I couldn’t resist a demand of my own. “Fine, then neither are you.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“Good.”

Surging in, he kissed me again. It was somehow both exhilarating and calming all at once. A flash of heat and a cool breeze. I relaxed into him, enjoying the feel of his mouth on mine, and ran my fingers through his hair. His hands slid around my waist, and he pulled me tight against his body.

We fit so well. How could I have forgotten?

Suddenly, the tension between us intensified, the mood shifting, and the low growl in his throat lit my body on fire. Without quite meaning to, I whimpered into his mouth and rubbed against him as pulses of pressure in my core begged to be sated.

He shifted his leg, pressing it between mine, and I just about lost my mind. I straddled his thigh as he gripped my backside and rocked me against him in a steady rhythm. I felt his lips curl in a smile as I clutched onto him for dear life, my breath coming in quick gasps.

There was no way… He couldn’t… With his…?

Oh, yes he could.

The pressure built so fast, my mind went blank, and myentire body thrummed with intensity. His fingers dug into my ass as he ground his thigh between my legs. A few more strokes and I burst, spiraling as heat exploded through me.

His hand clamped over my mouth, and he watched me come with triumph in his eyes.

My face flushed as he let go, his hand slipping from my mouth to gently grip my neck. He shifted his leg, and miracle of miracles, mine didn’t buckle beneath me.

“What just happened?” I whispered.

He didn’t answer. Just smiled and brought my mouth to his for a soft kiss.

When he pulled back, my eyes fluttered open. My body felt languid, and the fact that he’d just given me a spontaneous orgasm in his office—with his thigh—seemed somehow inevitable. Or maybe that was all the happy chemicals in my brain.

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