“You totally rock, Sydney,” Tank says, walking over to join us. “You, my friend,” he says to Luke, “just got schooled! I am so glad I got to witness it.Andget it on video.”
Luke sighs. “It’s a sad day when your girlandyour friend treat you like the moron you are.” He aims a wink my way. “You have shown me the error of my ways. I’ll tryto be less moronic in the future. Let’s go grab dinner. I need to drown my sorrows and embarrassment in food and drink.”
“It’s going to take a lot of food and drink to forgive you.Anda really chocolatey dessert.”
“Done,” Luke concedes. “Wanna join us, Tank?”
“Nah. I’m guessing you’d probably rather get down on your knees and beg her forgiveness for underestimating herwithoutan audience.”
• • •
I wake upnaked the next morning to the sound of Luke whistling in the kitchen. I stretch and yawn, reliving the great meal at Doc Ford’s, the excellent apology sex that followed, and the fact that when I called Grand to let her know I wasn’t coming home, I was also able to tell her that Luke had arranged things so that when the off-duty cop who was handling overnight security left in the morning, the Treasure Island Police Department would step up their drive-bys.
I’m debating whether to get out of bed to see what’s going on when Luke, who’s wearing only a somewhat tented towel, comes into the bedroom bearing coffee.
“Ah, my hero.” I sit up against my pillow, tuck the comforter around me, then reach for the steaming mug. “Mmm, so good.” I down several long, wonderful sips before placing the mug on the nightstand. “Is there anything in the world better than a half-naked man delivering coffee in bed?”
“A completely naked man?” He drops the towel and I see just how aroused he is.
“Maybe next time we should skip the mind-blowing sex and go right to the coffee delivery.”
“Oh no.” I reach out and wrap one hand around the hard, silky length of him, enjoying the sensation and the low groan it draws out of him. “I think those things belong together. And in that order.” I smile. “God, I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.”
Luke takes this as the compliment it is then leans over and brushes his lips across my cheek.
“My pleasure,” he murmurs as his lips move over mine.
“Mmmm.” It’s all I can manage as he hardens even further in my hand, and his tongue tangles with mine.
Luke puts one knee on the bed, throws his other leg over both of mine. When he lowers himself over me and begins to rub his shaft up and down my clit, my body begins to move with his.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs as his hands move to cup my breasts. His thumbs tease my nipples until they harden. “That’s it.”
I’m so wet and ready for him, I’m afraid I’m going to combust.
“That’s it,” he croons. “It’s okay. Just let go.”
“No, no, I want…” I try to hold on. “I want you inside me. So we can come together.”
“There’s plenty of time for that. You first.” With his eyes locked on mine, he pinches one nipple lightly and I feel atug deep inside me. Then he trails one finger between my breasts, down my abdomen, over my belly button, and between my legs.
“Oh God.” I’m hanging on by a thread. “But I want you inside me. Ineedyou inside me.”
His thumb moves over my clit as he pushes that finger deep inside me.
“I love how wet and hot you are for me,” he says, turning that finger into a magic wand of wonderful.
I try to resist, but within seconds I orgasm around his finger, the waves of pleasure so intense, I’m not sure I can survive it.
“Oh God, oh God,” I gasp. “I…” I pull him down on top of me, feel the tip of his penis brush against my folds.
“Hold on.” He reaches into the nightstand, pulls out a foil packet, and rips it open with his teeth. I watch as he raises himself up and rolls it on.
I whimper as he enters me and begins to move. The whimper grows louder as he pushes deeper.
I meet each thrust greedily, wrapping my legs around his waist, holding him tight against me and inside me.
He fills me and withdraws. In and out. Over and over. Until every inch of me quivers in anticipation of the orgasm that’s about to consume me.