Page 72 of The Edge of Summer
“I want to.”
“Stay with me, then, yeah?”
I shake off those pesky thoughts trying to ruin this for me and nod. “I’m with you.”
His fingers brush against my ankle again, and then they curl around it. With a quick tug, Luke pulls me down the mattress until my ass hangs off the edge. My shirt—his shirt—has ridden up my torso, exposing my underwear. They’re plain and not the least bit sexy, given I hadn’t anticipated being sprawled across Luke’s king-size bed when I got dressed this morning, but the starved look in his eyes indicates that he doesn’t mind.
“I’ve been driving myself crazy, thinking about what you must taste like, pretty girl,” he says. “I think I need to find out if I’m right. You gonna let me do that?”
My heart pulses as his words settle around us.Yes, yes, yes, my body chants. I offer him another nod, my tongue momentarily frozen by his admission.
“Words, Delilah. I need your words.”
“Yes.”
I prop myself up on my elbows, watching in rapt fascination as Luke descends to his knees at the foot of the bed. There’s something about a man kneeling before me—this man, specifically—that has me aching in sweet anticipation.
Though I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips. “You look good on your knees, Chief.”
His eyes seem to twinkle in this light. “Only for you, pretty girl.”
My underwear is quick to disappear, and then Luke settles my legs over his shoulders. He presses a kiss to the inside of my knee that is so gentle, it turns my insides to mush. But as soon as his molten gaze settles on the apex ofmy thighs, any tenderness is gone and is replaced with pure need. My hands twist the sheets as I wait for him to do something. Anything.
God, I?—
“Oh,fuck.”
Luke presses a second kiss to my clit. It’s a split second of relief, followed by an even more intense yearning for more. I tug on his hair, trying to guide his mouth exactly where I want it. He laughs, and the vibrations make me squirm.
“Patience, pretty girl,” he says. “I want to take my time with you.”
On premise alone, that sounds heavenly. Right now, though? Now it’s nothing but torture.
Another kiss, this time to the inner part of my left thigh. He repeats the gesture on the right. I writhe, trying to move my body in the path of his mouth. I gasp when I feel his hand settle on my lower stomach, pressing down and holding me in place against the mattress.
“Luke!”
“Yes?”
“Please.”
Finally, he puts me out of my misery. His tongue caresses me, sliding along my slit. My back arches as my hands grapple for purchase. One twists into the bedsheets and the other finds a home at the back of Luke’s head.
I can count on one hand the amount of times a guy has gone down on me. The first was a guy I hooked up with before I started dating Mitchell. He meant well, but he wasn’t exactly experienced and I didn’t know how to tell him what I needed. Mitchell, on the other hand, would gladlyreceive all the blowjobs in the world. When it came to my turn, he would think of an excuse as to why he couldn’t.
ButLuke… He knows what he’s doing, and he seems to be enjoying himself, too.
I can feel my climax building, but something is missing. “I-I need…”
“What do you need, Delilah?”
“More.”
I gasp when Luke’s finger slips inside me. He pumps in and out, and then he curls it, hitting the perfect spot inside. When his mouth returns to my clit and teases it, I know I’m close.
And then I’m tipping over the edge. Luke still has me pinned down and I writhe under his hold, letting the orgasm rush through me. There are no neighbours here to be quiet for, so I don’t stop the moan that travels up my vocal chords.
When the last of my orgasm peters out, Luke unhooks my shaking thighs from around his ears. Then he swipes his thumb across his bottom lip. That image alone is lewd enough, but when he licks his lips, I think I almost die.
