Page 118 of Honeymoon Phase
“I’m great.” I grab his hat and turn it backward so I can lean in and murmur against his lips, “I just missed you.”
His brows furrow as his hands slide up my back, his warm palms sending goose bumps to my core. “Was my family that bad?”
I shake my head and pull back to slowly undo the buttons of his flannel. “They were wonderful. I had a really nice night.”
“That’s good to hear.” His exposed abs contract with a confused laugh as I skate my nails over his flesh, feasting on this person that I get to sleep with every night. He stills my hands on his chest and hits me with his sexy brown eyes. “Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Can it wait?” I stand up off his lap and remove my sweater, watching his eyes widen as I lean over and pull his hat off, placing it on my head, bill forward.
“Oh fuck,” Luke growls, pressing his fist to his mouth like he’s wrecked. “Not the hat.”
I smile and pull the brim down low over my face, my dark hair loose over my shoulders as I shoot him a sexy smirk. “You like me in your hat?”
He blinks back at me, his neck and cheeks flushed with color. “I stop existing when you wear my fucking hat.”
I laugh at that dramatic response before bending over to slide my leggings off. His cheeks puff out as he yanks his shirt off completely, sitting before me in nothing but his jeans, mussed golden hair, and the firelight licking his skin in the most delicious way. He points to his lap and shoots me a serious look. “Get your ass back over here.”
His command is deep and sexy and causes my stomach to squeeze, but I feel myself taking a step back instead.
He shakes his head and quirks a brow—a look of absolute warning. “Don’t you come in here all cute and smiley and putting my hat on and then play hard to get. That’s not how this marriage is going to work.”
“Oh no?” I cross my arms and nibble the tip of my thumb. “Why don’t you show me how it’ll work?”
With a frustrated growl, Luke jumps up from the couch and stomps toward me. I squeal and try to run away but his hands catch me around my waist, spinning me into his chest before manhandling me onto the couch. His warm body lies over mine, his lips diving into my neck as I hold his hat on my head, pulling the bill down to lose myself to the darkness of his whiskers and hard muscles and warm flesh gliding over top of me.
He slides down, yanking the cups of my bra low to drag his tongue across each of my nipples, sucking hard, his noises desperate and frustrated against my skin. Wearing his hat was either a really good idea or a really bad idea and I have a feeling I’m going to like either answer.
He continues his descent until his bearded face is between my legs and he nips at my inner thighs with a growl, while holding me in place. “I’ll make you pay for teasing me,” he rumbles before sliding the fabric of my panties to the side and groaning when he sees the state of me. Pink, soaked, and throbbing to be touched. By him.
A rush of heat flows over my skin as he looks at my center and bites his lip, edging me with that unmanned expression of his as I pulse my hips up, desperate to be touched. I need him to touch me so fucking bad.
“I really like you in my hat,” he says once more, glancing at me before swiping his tongue long and slow over my slit.
I hiss at the direct contact and buck against his whiskered face when he pays extra attention to my clit. He squeezes my legs tight as he holds me in place and licks and tongues my sex, driving me wild as I comb my fingers into his shaggy hair, gripping it by the roots as he devours me whole.
He brings a finger up and pushes it inside of me, groaning over how soaked I am as he fucks me with it in and out, in and out.
“So goddamn wet,” he murmurs as he spreads my juices over my lips and crushes his mouth to mine again like he can’t get enough of me.
I moan loudly, one hand in his hair and the other gripping the back of the couch like I’m going to topple over any minute as I writhe against his assault on my sex. My mind reels as I wonder if any man ever made me feel this good? The answer is categorically no.
And I feel weirdly grateful for that. Grateful for not only the sexual pleasure Luke gives me but the emotional kind too. He’s given me a family with his brothers, their better halves, his nieces, nephew, and even his mom. They care for me unconditionally even if they’ve only known me for a short time. I hadn’t realized how empty my life was until Luke brought me further into his life.
He’s my person and I... I love him.
I feel the words on the tip of my tongue, desperate to come out of me like they’ve been trapped in a deep, dark dungeon for years and starved nearly to death. Words that I’ve never allowed myself to say to anyone in my whole life. Not even my dad.
My orgasm crests, distracting me from my thoughts. Luke must sense it because he grips my thighs harshly and tilts his head to nibble his teeth along my clit and light bursts behind my eyelids.
“Fuck, Luke,” I scream as I grip his hair way too fucking hard, but I can’t help it. I am unwell.
Pleasure vibrates through my whole body and I yank the hat down over my face, screaming obscenities into it as the combination of my orgasm and the scent of Luke’s hat drives me absolutely feral.
My hips ache and I look down to see that I’ve wrapped my legs around Luke’s face and yanked him into me so deep, I’m not sure he can breathe. I huff out a noise and relax to spreadmy legs and release the man causing me to lose control of my faculties.
Luke pulls back, gasping for air with a big goofy smile on his face, looking like the cat that got the cream, the weirdo.
“I need you inside me,” I beg, my body warring with the feeling in my heart and my body.
