Page 110 of See You There
Dahlia moaned, her own hands coming up to thread through his hair. Luke pulled back so that he could stare into her eyes. “If at any point you want to—”
“Shut up, Luke,” Dahlia said, before crashing her mouth back into his. The movement seemed to break through his restraint, and suddenly, the kiss took on a life of its own. Luke’s tongue plunged into her mouth seeking and stroking. Almost frantic. It was exactly what Dahlia wanted.
Her hands pulled at his hair, holding him still, tugging him closer. Luke pulled back, panting against her open mouth. “Is this the wild you talked about?”
For a split-second Dahlia cooled, but the approval in Luke’s eyes gave her confidence. “Absolutely,” she purred before sealing her mouth against his again.
The kiss seemed to go on forever, Luke’s hands skating feverishly up and down her torso. Dahlia’s head swam under Luke’s onslaught. Her breasts felt swollen, and she twisted to rub against his chest, only to have his hand stop her.
“Wait,” he said, his breath ragged. “Not so fast.” Luke angled her body, so she was slightly reclined over the arm of the chair. One hand lay at the base of her throat, his thumb pressing against where her pulse beat frantically. With excruciating slowness, Luke’s fingertips traced from the hollow of her neck toher waistband where he tugged gently at the fabric there. “Too many clothes, beautiful.”
Luke’s fingers retraced their path until he reached the scoop neck of her tank, making Dahlia’s breath catch. She arched her back. Why was he waiting? Just when Dahlia thought she might scream from the exquisite torture, his warm palm slipped beneath the thin tank to cup one of her breasts.
“Finally,” Dahlia breathed.
“Impatient?” Luke sounded amused, but his fingers squeezed hard on her soft flesh, eliciting a guttural moan. Dahlia flushed at the sound. “You like that, don’t you?” His hand palmed her again, even as his fingers found her taut nipple. When he rolled it between his long fingers, Dahlia cried out, her hips moving restlessly in his lap.
Luke transferred his attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment even as his free arm clamped hard around her, pinning her to him. Heat seared through her core as his thick length pulsed beneath her.
In the back of her mind, Dahlia knew this part was over soon. He’d strip off her shorts, and it would all be over in minutes.
“Where did you go?” Luke’s fingers left her nipple and stroked the upper swell of her breast. She wanted to scream in frustration!
“I didn’t go anywhere.”
“Just now. In that gorgeous head of yours. You left.” Dahlia shook her head, and Luke pinched her nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger making her writhe. “You did.”
Dahlia’s breath caught. “I didn’t. Not really. I just don’t want this to stop. I know that you—”
Luke’s mouth crashed into hers in a ferocious kiss. When he pulled back, he seemed angry. “Stop telling me how you think it’s going to be. I wasn’t joking when I said I wouldn’t fuck you.”Dahlia’s eyes searched his. “It is almost definitely going to kill me, but tonight is about your pleasure.”
Heat flooded between her legs at his words, even as he bent his head to tug down her tank and suck her nipple into his mouth. His tongue laved and sucked until Dahlia thought she couldn’t take it anymore. Only Luke’s arm clamped tightly around her waist kept her from flying into the night sky.
“You’re so sensitive. I could make you come just like this.” Luke let out a satisfied chuckle. Dahlia panted as he bit lightly on the side of her breast and plucked at the tight bud. “But not yet.”
Luke’s hand swept past her waistband, cupping her. Dahlia cried out as sparks flew through her body. Luke’s hips rocked up into her, but when she tried to move her hands to him, Luke gently pushed them down. “Tonight isonlyabout you.”
Some tiny part of Dahlia’s brain objected to being laid across his lap in this wanton position, but her body wouldn’t have listened even if she’d found the will to tell herself to move.
Luke’s fingers slid through her slick flesh, humming his approval. The sound sent a wave of yearning through her. The hand that had been holding her down lifted to caress her breast even as his other hand teased her. His index finger circled her clit, pressing and teasing before dipping inside her.
“Oh my god!” Dahlia cried, her back arching so that she almost came out of the seat. “Luke, I can’t—”
“You can,” he murmured, as he brushed a kiss against her ear. “And you will.”
A second finger joined the first. They plunged into her over and over. Twisting and stroking even as his thumb applied pressure above. Delicious pressure coiled inside of her until she was desperate for a release. She was so close. Dahlia bit her lip hard to keep quiet.
“No!” Luke's voice was harsh. His lips took hers again before pulling back. “Let me hear you. There’s no one around. Let it go.”
Dahlia’s pants grew louder until she didn’t recognize the sounds emanating from her. Luke drove the tension inside her tighter and tighter until she screamed, high and loud, her body pulsing around his fingers.
Luke pressed a gentle kiss against her lips, even as her breath slowed, his fingers still stroking softly as she came down from the powerful orgasm. It took Dahlia a moment to come back to herself—to realize she was sprawled in front of a fire, one of Luke’s hands around her breast, the other in her shorts.
She should be embarrassed. She wasn’t. Dahlia could still feel his body straining under her. She shifted forward, dislodging Luke’s hands as she stroked him through his shorts. Luke’s hand trapped hers, his eyes almost completely black.
“I was serious. Tonight was for you.”
Dahlia sucked her lip, not sure what to say. They had shared this incredibly intimate moment, but Luke seemed determined to suffer. His lips quirked up as he tried to smile. “You’re my client.”
