Page 124 of Morning Glory Girl
“I’m not on birth control,” I felt the need to remind him. The chances it would matter were slim, but I didn’t have the mental capacity to explain ovulation cycles while I was riding the edge of a shattering orgasm, and it felt like Luke was, too.
“I know,” he rasped into my ear. “I don’t care.”
I pulled back to look at him.
“Do you want to stop, before…?” he asked. Our movements slowed. He stopped touching me for a moment, and my body screamed for his fingers to resume. His gaze was determined but questioning. He’d stop immediately if I asked.
“No.”
Our next joining was forceful and deep and consuming. Our bodies picked up. I met each of his thrusts with a press of my hips and his godsent fingers reached between us again.
“Val, I’m going to?—”
“Yes,” I cried softly, because I loved it when he unraveled, and I was close to unraveling, too. One more adamant joining and he was there, panting into my neck, fingers still working me until I cried out too, moments later.
I began to lift off of his lap, but his hands held me in place by my hips. “Stay put,” he all but growled.Oh boy. A bewildering amount of joy overtook me at the prospect we’d just discovered a new kink for Luke. For someone who’d spent her whole life tryingnotto get pregnant, I surprised myself with how much this thrilled me.
It’s the commitment it symbolizes, you softie.
“I don’t think it makes a difference,” I murmured.
His dark brows knitted together. “Logically, it feels like it should. Let me have this.” A satisfied sigh left his throat as he rested his head back on the couch, never loosening his grip on my hips.
I giggled and attacked his exposed neck with loving kisses before wrapping my arms around his back. Afternoon light snuckthrough the gaps in the blinds on the windows behind the couch. I’d forgotten what time of day it was, forgotten everything that wasn’t assuaging Luke’s doubts and reconnecting with him in every possible way. We held each other, the only sounds our breathing and the hum of cars and people outside, far away.
“What did I do to deserve you?” he whispered after a minute, or ten, I didn’t know.
I pressed my lips into his cheek, just above his beard. “I’ve been asking myself the same thing about you.”
42
When Luna got home, she went right to the kitchen and opened the pantry door. Luke followed her.
“So Luna, we have some news we want to share with you. Will you come sit with us?” Luke guided her toward the couches, where I was already seated, nerves humming beneath my skin.
“Can we have a snack first?” Luna pleaded.
I shrugged, making eye contact with Luke. I didn’t mind if she wanted to have a snack first.
He kept guiding her into the living room. “News first, snack after. It will be quick, I promise.”
“Okayyy,” she whined. I fought my smile.
“So,” Luke started, “I should have practiced this.” He took a deep breath. “Val and I are together.” Luna gave us no indication she knew what he meant. “As a couple. We love each other. We’re boyfriend and girlfriend.” He squinted at her. “Does that make sense?”
“You love each other?” Comprehension started to take over her features. “Like Nan and Pop? And Aunt Cesca and Uncle Jeremiah?”
“Yes, exactly like that,” I answered.
“But, don’t you have to leave and go back to New York someday?” Luna asked, a hint of panic in her tone. Luke must have reminded her throughout the summer that I might not be there forever.
“No.” I reached for her hand. “I’m staying here on Martha’s Vineyard.”
“Forever?” Her brown eyes widened.
I stole a glance at Luke. “That’s the plan, yes.”
Her wide-eyed gaze pivoted back and forth between me and Luke, like she was looking for her dad’s confirmation before she got excited. When he nodded, a big smile plastered on his face, she jumped and gave him a hug. Then she quickly released and hugged me, too.
