Page 112 of Whispers and Wildfire

He groaned as we came together and started to move. I draped myself over him, brushing skin against skin, our mouths tangling. My body came alive, the heat intensifying.

He squeezed my hips, moving me the way he wanted, and I relented to his commanding touch. Pressure built fast, and I realized with a heady sense of euphoria that he was going to finish me. Again.

“Yes, Luke. Yes.”

“Fuck I love hearing you say my name. Say it again.”

“Luke. Yes, Luke.”

I kept it up until my voice was nothing but a rhythmic whimper. I felt the beginnings of his climax right before he gave me a warning. I was already there, swirling and spiraling out of control, pleasure bursting through me. He clasped my hands so I could brace myself and I threw my head back, inhibitions gone, riding the waves of ecstasy.

Breathing hard, my hair fell around my face. He let go of my hands and reached for me, bringing my mouth to his for a kiss. I lingered there, my tongue dancing with his, savoring the moment.

Eventually, I got off him and we took turns cleaning up in the bathroom. When I came back, I slid into bed, and he drew me against him.

“Are your ribs okay?”

“Don’t even feel them,” he said, his voice dreamy. “Might be sore later, but I do not care.”

I nestled my head against his chest, and he drew lazy circles on my shoulder. His familiar scent surrounded me and I took a deep breath.

“So, I’m not allowed to date anyone else,” I said.

“No.”

“And you’re not allowed to date anyone else.”

“Nope.”

“And we just went on a date, and now we’re… here.”

“Are you asking what it all means?”

“I think it’s a fair question.”

“Look at me.”

I propped myself up on one elbow. He reached out and touched my face.

“You’re mine now,” he said, his voice low.

“Just like that?”

“I’m not interested in anything less. Either you’re mine, or this is the last time this happens. There’s no in-between for me.”

I pressed my lips together, trying not to smile. “I guess I can live with that. If you insist.”

His lips twitched in a grin. “I do insist.”

The fear was back, sweeping through me. “But what if…”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“Yeah. We can’t pretend we didn’t break up once already.”

“I know we were a mess back then, but shouldn’t we at least try?”

I gazed at him for a moment. “You really want to try, don’t you?”

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