Page 103 of Honeymoon Phase
My eyes flash to his cock as he reaches under the sheet and fists himself, watching me watch him. Need pools between my legs, and I clench my thighs together before my arousal drips out of me.
Then again, it could be Luke dripping out of me too.
Having him come in me last night was an experience unlike any I’ve ever had. So raw, so dirty, so intimate and elemental. I feel closer to him than I ever have, and I didn’t even realize that was possible. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to have his baby inside of me.
My head jerks back at that errant thought. Babies have never been an idea I’ve entertained, but suddenly, my body is intrigued by the idea of making a miniature Luke.
Jesus Christ, hormones are weird.
A rush of need stirs inside of me, and I wonder if I’ve ever felt this wet in my entire life. “Hey, have you seen my blue panties anywhere?” I ask, remembering the last time I was soaking wet. “I was too embarrassed to ask before but now that you’veseen me naked...” My voice trails off when Luke’s smile falls and his face twists with discomfort. “Oh my God, what?”
He shakes his head from side to side, struggling to make eye contact with me. “I don’t want to do this.”
“Do what?” I ask, my heart picking up speed as anxiety creeps into my aroused state of mind.
He blows out a long breath as he sits up to prop his back against the headboard, covering his erection by bending his legs under the sheets. “I don’t want to lie to you, Roe.”
“Lie to me?” I crawl over onto the bed and kneel at his feet, staring over at him, my brows tight on my forehead. “Why would you lie to me?”
He expels a strange, tortured noise from his chest and scrubs his face over his hands. “Fuck it. This is marriage... this is honesty... here we go.” He looks up at me and winces slightly before saying, “I jerked off into your underwear the morning after we slept on the sofa together.”
“You what?” I sputter, my body zapped with shock and then confusion.
He nods, looking solemn. Like a kid who just got caught with his hand in a cookie jar. “You dropped them in the hallway, and I took them to my room and fucking came all over them.”
Silence hangs between us. The sound of blowing snow hitting the house breaks through the stillness between us.
And then... then... I burst out a strange noise, falling down on my side as I curl up in the fetal position.
“Don’t laugh,” Luke deadpans as I clutch my stomach, my eyes wet with tears.
“What am I supposed to do with that information?” I sputter, my words hard to say through the fits of giggles. “Should I give you a pat on the back and say, thanks for sharing that heavy truth with me. My God, you’re sick in the head.”
“I know.” He presses a pillow over his face, his abs contractingin a really sexy way, totally at odds with the weird shit that just came out of his mouth. He murmurs into the fabric, “I was so embarrassed, I threw them in the fire afterward.”
“Damn it, Luke! I loved those underwear!” I exclaim, sitting up to glare at him.
“I’m not proud, okay,” he growls, dropping the pillow and giving it a fitful punch.
I fight back the smile on my face, watching him all tortured and humiliated over there while also looking like some sort of Greek god at the same time. It’s an adorable combination.
How can someone so hot be so... bizarre?
Taking pity on him, I tilt my head and offer, “I broke my vibrator because of you.”
His eyes snap to mine. “Come again?”
I bite my lip and shove a hand through my tangled hair. “It was after we kissed in the hallway. I got so mad that my vibrator wasn’t getting the job done, I chucked it, and it broke.”
He gets a naughty twinkle in his eye as he says, “Addison May Monroe, you little dirty slut.”
“Don’t you even.” I pounce on him, straddling myself over his waist as I poke him hard in the chest. “At least I only damaged my own personal property.”
“I’ll buy you all the underwear you want, babe. I’ll give you an underwear credit card if you like.”
“Jesus, how often are you planning to jerk off into my underwear? Maybe I should get days of the week panties to make your selection process easier.”
“You think you’re funny?” He growls and grips me harshly on the waist, digging his fingers into my ticklish sides and causing me to squeal as he rolls us over, his body draped over top of me as he assaults my neck with his rough whiskers, biting and laughing and licking me until I’m dizzy.
