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I take his offered hand and climb out. As soon as I straighten up, Luke has me wrapped in his big, beefy arms and is kissing me. The touch of our lips is filled with sexual tension, the need to get hot and sweaty is clear in the action.

I grip his waist, holding him to me. I can feel how hard he is. His shaft is pressing into my body, and it’s making my belly flutter with anticipation. I soak in the feelings of Luke, the way his skin his hot under my touch, the feel of his facial hair against my lips and chin. I’m pretty sure I’ll have whisker burns later tonight, and not just on my face. I shiver, and Luke breaks the kiss.

“You cold, babe?” I shake my head and step around him, before walking towards my front door. I turn to see Luke staring at my arse. I crook my finger at him. He doesn’t waste a second as he jogs up to meet me. I laugh at his speedy advance.

I open the door and walk into my house, leaving Luke to follow and lock the door behind him. I trust him to make sure we’re safe and alone here.

“No time to waste, Peaches. Let’s get right to it. We’ve waited long enough.” I laugh when he throws his arm around my waist and heaves me over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. He marches through the house and directly into my bedroom. I squeal when he drops me onto the bed. I bounce a few times, and when I settle, my laugher dies in my throat.

Luke is standing at the bottom of my bed, eyes locked on me, and I can see the desire and lust dance in hisgaze.

“God, you are beautiful,” he breathes. He reaches behind his head, grips his SWAT t-shirt, and slowly pulls it off, before dropping it to the floor. I suck in a breath when I see his chest.And he calls me beautiful.Damn, he is hot, sexy, handsome, and beautiful, all rolled into one beastly Luke Baker package.

His arms are huge, well-toned from hours at the gym. His biceps look bigger than my thighs. His shoulders are wide, and his chest is massive. Every muscle needs its own postcode from the size of them. His abs go on for days, each ridge winking at me, calling to me to touch them, to lick them. Who am I to refuse such a request.

The bold, black cursive letter ‘B’ on his ribs stands out against the colour of his skin, skin that is begging to be licked. I climb to my knees and crawl towards him, his gaze never leaving mine. We are inches apart, and I can feel his warm breath on my face. I lick my lips and his eyes follow the movement.

His arms hang loosely at his sides, and I see the four small triangles on the inside of his wrist. I reach for him and turn his hand over. I can see the third triangle is coloured in, but the other three are just outlined. I look up at him.

“What does this mean?” I say, caressing the design with my thumb.

“The four of us have them—my sisters and me. Michelle has the first triangle coloured in, indicating she is the eldest, the first. Then Ellie, then me, and then Alice, the baby of the family but by far the loudest.” He smiles, the pride lighting his face. It was something I always saw when he spoke about his family. I knew he had three sisters from one of our talks.

Dating a man like Luke is not a hardship; he is funny, easygoing, and very loyal to his family and friends. Oh, and did I mention he is sexy as hell? I have loved getting to know him over the past few months. When things heated up between us, he took me on dates, some that included Carter and some just the two of us. We went bowling, to the cinema, and even on a picnic at the community gardens in town.

I raise my hands and run them over his heated skin, causing goosebumps to form, making me smile. I start at his neck, then graze my fingers over his shoulders, and each of his biceps. I know he has a feathered wing on his left arm. It starts at the top of his shoulder and covers the back of his bicep, stopping at his elbow. I lean in and kiss it gently, making Luke shiver under my touch.

“What does this mean?”

“It’s for a friend from my past. He died in Afghanistan.” I close my eyes, imagining the pain he must have gone through in losing his friend.

“I’m sorry, Beast.”

“Thank you, but he knew what he was signing up for. He lived for the Army. No more dark talk okay?”

I nod my head and watch as the look in his eyes, change. “I am here for for you,”

I bring my gaze back to his, and the lust shining through is enough to blind the whole of the UK. I smile at him before moving back a little. The costume I’m wearing has no buttons or zips, so it’s easy to slide off my body. Keeping eye contact, I grip the hem of the skirt and pull the dress off. My hair bounces around my shoulders when the material clears my head. I drop it on the floor by his t-shirt.

Luke hisses through his teeth as I kneel on the bed in front of him in my red shiny costume shorts and red lace bra. I bite my lip and slowly drag the shorts down my thighs and over each knee, before letting them drop to the floor. Now I am wearing my red lace bra and knicker set and the red shiny knee-high boots.

His eyes narrow in on my boobs, then slowly travel down my body. He licks his lips and my core weeps with want and need.

“The boots stay on,” is all he says, and I nod. Luke silently watches as I bite my lip and reach for the button on his trousers. Not making a sound or move. My fingers tremble but I soon finish, and I am pushing his trousers and boxer briefs down his hips, over his thighs. No point in prolonging the desire between us.

We need to be naked.Now.

His cock springs out of its confines, and I gasp at the size. My head snaps up to see Beast smirking at me. Cocky bugger.

“That…” I point at him. “How the bloody hell is that going to fit inside me?” I trace the small dusting of dark hair that goes from his belly button down to the beast resting on his stomach.

Holy cow.

Beast chuckles and lifts his hand to my shoulder. He hooks his finger under the strap of my bra, slowly pulling it down. He does the same with the other strap. I reach behind my back and unclip my bra, letting the material sit there, hanging loosely. Luke’s eyes widen a fraction, before he pulls the bra clear of my body. My boobs are not what they used to be, hell, what mothers are perky after having kids. I don’t mind how they look, though I would rather they were plump like when I was eighteen.

“Fuck,” he mutters, before taking a breast in each large hand. I moan when he pinches both my nipples at the same time, the action sending electric currents straight to my pussy. “Eyes open, baby. I want you to see who’s making you feel this good.”

“Like I could forget,” I gasp. My reply obviously makes him happy, because he pinches harder.

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