Luke(35)

With a little moan, she tilted her head to give him better access. "You're not going to have to work very hard to get me naked."

He eyed her towel. "No?"

"No." She untucked the edge of the towel, and let it fall.

Luke sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes flaming, his hands shaking slightly as he peeled himself out of his shirt and sent it the way of his pager and phone.

Wide shoulders, broad chest, ropey arms … did he know how mouth-watering he was? His torso was lightly spattered with dark silky hair, across his tight pectorals, in a line dividing his flat, corded belly, disappearing into the pants that seemed quite strained across an impressive bulge behind his zipper.

"I'm still ahead of you," she said softly, standing there completely nude except for the few drops of water left from her bath.

"Yeah." His voice sounded strained, rough, and he kicked off his shoes and socks, unfastened his pants, grimacing as he slid them down over his erection.

"Oh my," she whispered, unable to tear her gaze away, but she hadn't seen a man up front and personal in so long, had in fact never seen such a magnificent—

With a groaning laugh, he surrounded her with his warm, strong arms, lifting her up.

She licked her lips and studied his mouth. "Are we going to—"

"Yes."

"In my bedroom?"

"Yes."

"All the way to the end this time?"

"Definitely, yes. Any more questions?"

"Yes. Could you hurry?"

"Maybe the first time, but definitely not the second time. Or the third."

When her mouth fell open as he walked with her down the hall, he let out another groaning laugh. "I want you in a bed, Faith. Sprawled out so I can touch and kiss and lick every single inch of you."

He was going to touch and kiss and lick every inch of her. Thank God. He was going to do that because she'd asked him to, because she'd told him it was what she wanted, and she did want it, so badly she was trembling in anticipation, but she also wanted much, much more—

Bending, he rubbed his jaw with hers, tenderly, sweetly, and gently laid her down on her bed, making her forget everything but him. With his finger, he leaned over her and smoothed the furrow she got between her eyes when she thought too much. "Uh-oh," he whispered. "You're looking tense." With a knee on the bed and his wide palms on her shins, he ran them up her legs. "Can't have that."

His hands slid over her knees and kept going, and her heart started that heavy drumming again.

"Cold?" he murmured. He'd reached her thighs. She managed to shake her head.

"Good." Sliding his hands around the back of her thighs now, he pulled them open, then looked down at what he'd exposed, and let out a low, rough, serrated breath.

So did she.

His hands were on the move again, over her legs, fingers outstretched … until they almost reached … the apex of her thighs. Now it was her turn to suck in a breath, her hips arching toward him, waiting, desperately waiting. Then he touched, and she cried out.

"You're so beautiful, so perfect." Carefully, slowly, he bent his head…

She felt his warm breath brush over her and went utterly still, suddenly a little unsure. "Um … Luke—"

"Shh…"

"But—" At the first touch of his tongue she nearly exploded.

At the second touch she did.

Brilliant lights, blood roaring in her ears, skin too tight for her body, heart threatening to burst out of her chest, the whole enchilada as she came wildly, helplessly.

And came. And came.

Finally, after what might have been two seconds or two hours, she was flat on her back, blinking at the ceiling, fists in the sheets, legs held open by Luke's wide shoulders.

He lifted his head from where he'd been kissing her inner thigh. "You okay?"

She considered. "I can't feel my toes."

He lifted up a little. "Better?"

"No."

His face fell, and she nearly laughed, but this was not a laughing matter. "Do you want to know what would make it all better?" she whispered.

He didn't look sure, and she nearly laughed again because how often did she get to see Dr. Universe look unsure? "What would be better," she said, "is you inside me."

His smile was slow and wide and stopped her heart. Then he gave her what she wanted, he was inside her, and her heart started up again in a slow, heavy beat because nothing, nothing, had ever felt so right.

"Faith." He cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her as he slowly withdrew, his hot, hard length dragging on her hot, wet flesh, and just when she started to whimper in protest, he came back with one long thrust. Then another. And another, and she felt that tight, unbearable, anticipation build back up.

"Again," he urged against her mouth. "Come for me again, Faith." And to ensure she did just that, he slid a hand between them, cupped a breast and stroked her nipple with a slightly rough thumb.

Gasping, she arched into him.

"That's it…" His hand skimmed over her quivering belly now, down, down, until his thumb could help keep up the rhythm in the wet curls between her legs, all while he urged her on with soft, sexy words no man had ever uttered to her before.