Page 32 of Twisted Paths

My hands roam over his chest, tracing the soft outline of his muscles.

Luke watches me, his expression unreadable, but his hands say everything—sliding up my sides, pushing my top higher, his fingers grazing the edge of my bra.

He leans down, his breath mingling with mine. “Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, voice low, rough.

I shake my head, my fingers curling around the back of his neck, pulling him down.

Stopping isn’t an option.

Luke’s breath is warm against my skin, his lips trailing just below my jaw before capturing mine again. His hands move with slow precision, pushing my top higher until the fabric bunches under my arms.

I shift, lifting slightly to help him, and in one smooth motion, he pulls it over my head and tosses it aside.

His gaze sweeps over me, dark and intense, a slow flicker of something unreadable in his expression. His fingers skim along the lace of my bra, tracing absent patterns, making my skin tingle under his touch.

I swallow hard, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Luke leans in, pressing a lingering kiss just above my collarbone, his hands roaming down to my hips, his thumbs brushing along the bare skin at my waist.

I arch instinctively, pressing closer, feeling the steady warmth of him, the way his breath stirs against my skin.

His fingers trail lower, toying with the waistband of my jeans. He pulls me into another kiss, slower this time, like he’s savouring every second.

I grip his shoulders, fingers pressing into warm muscle, feeling the restrained strength in the way he holds me.

His hands still for a fraction of a second, his forehead resting lightly against mine.

I reach for the button of my jeans, guiding his hands to help.

Luke exhales sharply, his grip tightening just slightly before he moves, he nibbles on my bottom lip as he slowly, deliberately undresses me.

Luke’s fingers move achingly slow, teasing along the waistband of my jeans. He watches me carefully, like he’s waiting for the smallest hesitation.

I give him none.

A quiet breath leaves him as he tugs the denim lower, his hands trailing down my thighs as he works them off.

The movement rocks me back into the sofa, and a soft breath escapes me, my skin prickling under the steady drag of his fingers.

His hands skim back up my legs, fingers tracing bare skin, warm and firm. He leans down, brushing his lips along my hipbone. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful.” The words are barely above a whisper, but they settle deep, heat curling in my stomach.

His mouth trails lower, lips soft, teasing, taking his time like he wants me to feel every second of this. My fingers slide into his hair, my breath coming faster.

I want more.

I press up into his touch, my hands trailing down the bare expanse of his back, feeling the shift of muscle under warm skin. He groans softly, gripping my hips, pressing me deeper into the cushions.

He pushes my knickers aside and finally, his lips mould themselves around my clit. I cry out as he sucks and licks on the little nub. But just as he gives me what I need, he stops and moves back up to me.

His tongue explores my mouth and the way he kisses me has me melt into him.

That man is driving me crazy.

Chapter 9

Luke

Nancyiswarmbeneathmy hands, soft in all the ways that make me want to take my time with this. But there’s also a fire in her, a quiet urgency in the way her fingers drag across my skin, pulling me closer, pulling me deeper into something I wasn’t sure I even wanted… until now.

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