Page 73 of The Edge of Summer
“What’s the verdict?” I manage to ask. “Were you right?”
He shakes his head. “I have a habit of underestimating you,” he says. “Every time I think I have you figured out, you surprise me.”
“Is that a good thing?”
Luke doesn’t seem like the type to enjoy surprises. He’s the kind of guy that goes for the predictable.
But in this, he surprises me. “Yeah, Delilah. That’s a good thing.”
His hand trails along my thigh and then slips beneath myshirt. His touch skates across my stomach and up my rib cage. Then he palms my breast, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to earn himself another moan.
“Take the shirt off, Delilah. I want to see you.”
Despite the number of times we’ve gotten each other off, this is the first time I will be fully naked in front of Luke. With the muted light filling the room, there is no hiding here. I sit up and pull the oversized fabric over my head, and then I toss it to the floor in the direction my underwear landed.
“Beautiful,” he rasps. “You’re beautiful.”
He settles over me, his hips rocking gently against mine. He’s still wearing his sweatpants, and I find that is entirely too much fabric between us. I want to feel him. All of him.
“Enough teasing,” I demand. “Andfuck me, Luke.” His weight disappears as he gets off the bed. The drawer of his nightstand opens and shuts, and then a condom is tossed on the surface. “Now take the pants off, Luke. I want to see you.”
He does so with a grin. Once his sweats and boxers join the pile of clothes on the floor, I can see every inch of his body. My thighs clamp shut as I desperately try to relieve the ache building there. The anticipation damn near does me in.
Hetsks. “Spread your legs for me, pretty girl.”
I melt into the bed and my thighs fall open. Luke’s gaze settles on my pussy as he wraps a hand around his cock, fisting it. He pumps it a couple times, his eyes never leaving me. Then I watch as he rolls the condom on.
“So goddamn beautiful, laid out just for me,” he musesas he approaches. “How does my pretty girl want to be fucked? Soft and slow? Or hard and fast?”
I can feel my cheeks heating. “Hard.”
When Luke settles his weight over me, I tangle my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging slightly at the strands. He leans down, capturing my lips with his. At the same time, I feel his cock nudging against my entrance. My teeth clamp down on Luke’s lower lip and his hips jut forward, his length entering me part of the way. We both groan.
“That feels so…” I murmur.
“Fuck, Delilah.”
“Yes, please do.”
He shakes his head. “You and that goddamn smart mouth.”
Luke slams the rest of the way inside. My eyes flutter shut at the sensation. Luke gives me a moment to adjust to him, and then he starts to move. He draws back, pulling most of the way out, before he thrusts into me again. My head presses into the pillow as my back arches. When Luke thrusts, he hits a spot I didn’t even know I had.
He grabs me by the back of one knee and tugs it over his hip, opening me wider. My hands drift from his hair to his back. My nails dig into the strong muscles of his shoulders. Luke’s hand snakes between us, and then his thumb is circling my clit. My mouth falls open as the pleasure mounts.
“Luke,yes.”
His thrusts continue. The snap of his hips mixed with the pressure on that sensitive bundle are enough to get me there. I tip over the edge, hurtling toward oblivion.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Come for me.”
My pussy tightens around his cock. His thrusts intensify as I ride out my orgasm. Then he explodes. My chest heaves as I grapple for air. I can’t even form words, my mind is so fried. I knew he would be good, butdamn.
Luke slowly pulls out, and then he heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I swipe the shirt I was wearing off the floor and slip it back over my head, and then I trade places with Luke. When I come out of the bathroom, Luke is sitting on the bed in his boxers.
“When do you have to leave?” he asks.
I glance at the clock on his nightstand. “I have a couple hours.”
