Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)(33)

“It was embarrassing for me too.”

“Well, I’m glad that’s over.”

“What?”

“My first embarrassing moment in front of you.”

He smiles, but it’s fleeting. He gets serious again. “Can we start over?”

“No.”

His face falls. “So it’s over?”

“No, I don’t want to start over because that would mean erasing everything we’ve had and honestly, aside from yesterday, the past few days have been really good.” I bite my lip and gaze over at him.

His impossibly beautiful face breaks out into a heart stopping smile. God, he just looks so… joyful. I can’t help but match it.

“Natalie, these have been the best few days of my life, and I mean that.”

“Wow.”

Finally, he pulls me onto his lap and into his arms. I bury my face in his neck, wrap my arms around him and hold on, inhaling his sexy scent, planting soft kisses on his cheek.

I lean back and take his face in my hands, gazing deeply into his eyes. “Just don’t ever act with me.”

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about that.”

Suddenly he’s kissing me and we’re on the move. He stands with me in his arms and heads inside the house. He’s carrying me like I weigh nothing, and it’s so… hot.

“Where are we going?” I ask against his lips.

“My bed.”

Oh.

“We didn’t clean up after breakfast.”

“Later.”

“We could get naked on the deck,” I suggest and bite his earlobe.

He growls. “No, my bed.” We’re moving up the stairs. “I’m getting you naked and plan to spend about a week in bed with you.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I have clients on Monday.”

“Okay, but today and tomorrow you’re all mine.”

“Yours?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Mine.” He repeats and stands me gently at the side of his bed. He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head.

“Sweet Jesus, you’re not wearing any underwear.”

I grin. “Nope.”

“This whole time, you’ve been sitting six inches from me with no f*cking underwear?”

“Yep.” I laugh and start unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes watch mine intently and I pop the buttons, one by one. I push the shirt over his shoulders and he lets it fall to the floor.

Next I push my finger between the elastic of his boxers and his skin, the way I did the other night when he stopped me. His eyes flash with need, and he makes no move to stop me this time. I smile and run my tongue along my lower lip. I glide my fingers along his stomach to his fly and open his jeans. I pull the soft denim and grey boxers slowly over his lean hips and down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside.

“There, you’ve caught up to me,” I murmur and gaze back up into his heated blue eyes.

He doesn’t touch me, which is making me mad with longing. I want those skilled hands on me!

“I love it when you look at me like that,” he murmurs and moves toward me. I back up, the backs of my legs meeting the edge of the bed.

“How am I looking at you?”

“Your beautiful green eyes are looking at me like you just can’t wait until I touch you.”

“I can’t.”

“Lay back on the bed, baby.”

I do as he asks, and gaze up at him, enjoying the view that is Luke. All of the blood in my body has pooled between my legs and I’m panting. All without him actually touching me.

“What are you doing to me?” I ask, surprised that I spoke the words aloud.

He grins and climbs onto the bed, straddles my legs, his hands planted on either side of my shoulders. He’s still not actually touching me. He lowers his head and sweeps his lips across mine; once, then twice.

“I’m seducing you.”

“You’re good at it.” He smiles against my lips. I grasp his hips but he pulls back, out of my reach.

“Hey!”

“Grab onto the headboard.”

“I want to touch you.”

He lightly kisses me again. “Trust me, baby. Hold onto the headboard.”

I reach above me and grab onto the white wooden headboard.

“Keep your hands there, okay?”

“Okay.”

He smiles and kisses my lips once more, then my chin. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, giving him access to my neck. He takes advantage and licks all the way down to my collar bone.

Oh my.

He lowers his body down onto mine as he moves down my body. He clasps one breast in his hand, worrying my sensitive nipple between his fingers while he sucks the other one in his mouth, and it’s a direct hit to my groin.

“Oh shit,” I bow up off the bed, my body zinging in sensation. He blows softly on the nipple, and moves to the other one to pay the same respects.

“So beautiful,” he mutters against my breast. “I love your breasts. You fill my hands perfectly.”

“Can I move my hands now?” I breathe.

“No way. Keep them where they are.”

“I want to touch you.”

“You will, but don’t move yet.”