Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)(34)

I groan in frustration and he starts kissing down my torso again. He laves my belly piercing with his tongue. “This is so hot.”

“I was thinking about taking it out.”

“Please don’t, I love it.”

“Okay,” I say shyly.

He grins and moves further down, his hands running down my sides to my hips. Suddenly he grips the insides of my thighs and pushes them wide apart.

He rubs his nose over the tattoo on my pubis and moans.

“Who did you have to forgive, baby?”

I gasp and stare down at him with wide eyes. His eyes meet mine and I’m mortified to feel tears prick at the back of my eyelids.

“Myself.” I whisper.

“Oh baby.” He kisses my tattoo sweetly, his fingers moving up my inner thighs to my center. He runs one finger down my cleft, from my clitoris to my anus and I cry out.

“Argh!” Ohmygod!

“Honey, you are so wet.” His tongue follows his finger and my hips convulse. He holds my thighs firmly against the bed, spread wide open for him.

“So sweet.” He runs that glorious tongue back up to my lips and then presses it inside me, kissing me intimately as if he were kissing my face, his nose pressed against my clitoris.

“Holy shit!” I cry and feel him smile against me. His hands move around to cup my ass and lift me and he presses his face into me further, and he’s taking no prisoners. He rubs his nose back and forth over my clitoris as his tongue moves around and around inside me and I am almost afraid of my orgasm. I come fast and hard, pulling myself with my hands still clenched on the headboard off the bed, calling out Luke’s name, or I think that’s what I’m saying anyway.

I may be speaking in tongues.

He continues the sweet torture until the last tremble moves through me then he kisses his way up my body, stopping to pay special attention to each breast, and finally laying over me, resting his pelvis on mine, his elbows on each side of my shoulders. His hard shaft is lying against my very wet center and when I roll my hips to wrap my legs around him I feel it slide up and down.

Luke’s eyes clench shut. “Oh god, Nat, you feel so good.”

“So do you.” I pull myself up and kiss his lips, tasting him and me.

He moves his hips now, sliding that deliciously large and hard cock up and down my folds, but not slipping inside me yet. The tip keeps bumping up against my clitoris, shooting sparks of sensation through me.

“Let me touch you,” I beg.

“God yes, touch me.”

Halleluiah!

I grip his hair in my hands and pull his face to mine. He kisses me voraciously, and while what he’s doing against my center feels so fantastic, I just want him in me.

“Luke,” I breathe against his mouth.

“What do you need, baby?”

“You. In. Me. Now.” Each word is a staccato between kisses. He groans, deep in his throat and finally slips inside me.

Hard.

Oh sweet Jesus!

“Ah!” He’s pounding into me, over and over, each thrust harder than the last. His breath is ragged and broken. I reach down and grab his ass, pulling him harder.

“Oh, Natalie, come with me baby.”

His words, his voice, are my undoing and I explode around him. I am just sensation, as he pushes inside me to the hilt, grinding and grinding, moving back and forth, as he empties himself into me.

I run my fingers up his spine and push them gently through his damp hair as he shudders over me, whispering my name like a prayer.





Chapter Twelve


I love his hair. It’s just the right length for me to run my fingers through the softness, over and over. Luke sighs in contentment, his cheek resting against my sternum and I cradle him in my arms.

We stay this way for a long while, in companionable silence.

When his breathing slows, and I think he’s gone to sleep, he raises his head, kisses my chest where his cheek has been and our eyes meet.

“Stay with me this weekend.”

“I thought we’d already established that,” I reply.

“Damn right.” He kisses me quickly then rolls off me, and strolls into the bathroom. Yes, he has a fine derriere.

“I have a question,” I call to him in the bathroom.

“Shoot,” he calls back.

“Did you have a butt-double in your movie?” I pull my dress over my head and begin finger-combing my hair, tying it back in a ponytail.

“Uh…” I hear water running in the sink and he pokes his head out the door.

“No.”

“Oh.” How do I feel about this?

“I thought you didn’t see the movies?” He flashes his half smile at me. Swoon!

“I didn’t. That was a particularly favorite scene of Jules’.” I explain.

“Ah.” He disappears back into the bathroom for a few minutes then reappears in fresh red boxers – drool! –and pulls on his discarded jeans and white button down shirt.

“I don’t know how I feel about that.” I murmur as I watch him dress.

“Why?”

“I don’t think I like it that everyone in the free world has seen your ass.”

He pulls me off the bed and against his solid chest, linking his hands at my low back.