Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)(24)

He bites my shoulder and I yelp, pushing him off me. He chuckles as he discards the condom and wraps us in the blanket, pulling me into his arms, his front to my back.

“I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t hear you.”

“I said, ‘that was just so-so.’”.

He lets out a full belly laugh and hugs me close.

“Is this the wrong time to tell you that I’m on birth control?” I turn in his arms as I say this to see his reaction.

“What?” His eyes narrow and now he looks pissed. Shit!

“Well, yeah, I am. Why are you mad?” I back up a few inches to look in his face.

“I thought you said it’s been almost a year since you were with anyone.”

“It has been.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Women don’t go on and off birth control just because they’re in a physical relationship.” I roll my eyes. “It would mess with our hormones too much.”

“Oh.” He frowns again, and then looks at my tattoos.

“I’ve been tested each year at my physical. I’m perfectly healthy.” I smile.

“So, I could have had you in the shower?”

I laugh and nod but then stop and eye him speculatively. “Well…”

“I also get physicals regularly, haven’t had a partner in about the same amount of time as you, and am healthy as can be.”

“Then, yes.” Oh, I so do not want to think about him being with other women. No, no, no.

“Well, shit, I think we need another shower.”

I laugh and snuggle back into his arms, resting my head on his chest.

“Tomorrow, I’m sleepy.”

“Maybe we’ll solve each other’s insomnia.”

“It’s worth a try.” I yawn and kiss his chest.

“Go to sleep, baby.”

***

I wake in the morning to bright sunlight and a heavy arm draped over me. I’ve never slept with anyone before, so this is new. And amazingly comfortable.

Luke is asleep on my pillow. He looks so young and relaxed. He needs to shave, and his hair is messy, as usual. I want to run my fingers through it, but nature calls, so I carefully slide out from under his arm and head into the bathroom.

When I tip-toe back into the bedroom, Luke is still fast asleep, but he’s turned to his other side, wrapping his naked body around the covers so a naked arm, leg, buttock and back are all exposed.

Holy sweet baby Jesus, he is a sight to behold!

I just can’t help myself. What self-respecting woman could have this in her bed and not touch?

Not I.

I climb back onto the bed and run the palm of my hand from the heel of his foot, up over his toned calf and hamstrings, over his tight derriere and up his back, then run my fingers through his hair. I nibble his neck and across his shoulders. I kiss his spine and make my way down to the base of his back where two very sexy little dimples live, right above his ass.

I hear him groan and grin.

I run my fingernails down his ass to his thighs, and kiss my way up his side over his ribs.

He slowly shifts and turns onto his back and I kiss up his body, nipping a nipple and resting my hand on the sexy V

at his hip. I look up into sleepy, amused blue eyes.

“Good morning, handsome.”

“Well, good morning, beautiful.”

Suddenly I’m flat on my back and Luke has laced his fingers in mine and pulls both my hands above my head. He kisses my neck and my chin, and moves his hands down my arms to cup my head in his hands.

“How are you this morning?” He whispers against my mouth and rubs his nose back and forth on mine.

“I’m good.”

“Just good?” He kisses my jaw and I sigh.

“What were you going for?” I ask and tilt my head, giving him better access.

“Amazing.” He whispers.

I smile and run my hands down his back. “That works too.”

He leans up to look down at me again and I cup his cheek in my hand.

“How are you?” I ask.

“I’ve never been better.”

My eyes widen at his serious reply.

“Wow, I was just looking for good.”

“Oh

honey,

I

surpassed

good

yesterday morning.”

“You are quite charming.”

He smiles down at me.

“You are quite beautiful in the morning.”

I snort at him and start to brush him off, but he holds my chin firm.

“You.”

Kiss.

“Are.”

Kiss.

“Beautiful.” Kiss.

Holy shit.

“You aren’t so bad yourself.” I smile against his mouth.

“I want you, baby.” He murmurs.

“I can tell.” I grind my hips up against his erection and he gasps.

“Jesus, you’ve got me horny like a teenager, Nat. What the f*ck are you doing to me?” His blue eyes gaze into mine and he moves his hips, the tip of his cock resting against me, and I tilt my pelvis, welcoming him inside me.

“Ah!” I grasp his shoulders as he pushes deeply inside me. He buries his face in my neck, gently sucking and kissing me. His thrusts become faster and harder, and our breathing is harsh.