Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)(36)

“Because it wasn’t my usual fun session. I feel bad.”

“I’m sorry.” He kisses my head again.

“Don’t be. They’ll be happy with the shots, and with getting their money back. Give me an hour.”

“Okay, take your time baby.” He goes back to reading his script, running his hands through his unruly hair, and I can’t help but grin, enjoying our easy camaraderie.

I put the finishing touches on the last sexy photo of my too-good-looking clients and grin in satisfaction. Despite my horrible mood yesterday, I rocked these pictures.

“Okay, come look.”

Luke rises gracefully from the couch and stands behind me again. I page through each finished image, proud of how they turned out.

“They are amazing.” He kisses my cheek gently and I smile wide, glowing in his praise.

“Thank you. I hope they like them.”

“They’d be idiots not to. Are you finished for today?”

“Yep, that’s all of them. I’m all caught up until my session Monday.” I close my computer down and stand up, stretching.

“How is the reading coming?” I ask, gesturing to his stack of scripts.

“Tedious. It’s all been crap so far today.”

“No blockbusters in that pile?” I run my hand down his cheek, unable to keep myself from touching him.

“Definitely not.” He turns and places a kiss in my palm, and I feel my blood start to hum.

“I’m sorry I’ve been a boring companion this afternoon.” I smooth both of my hands up over his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him in close and kiss his chin.

“There is nothing boring about you, baby.” He turns his head, giving me access to his throat and I place chaste kisses down to his collar bone.

“Although, now that we’re both done with work…”

“Yes?” My fingers are in his hair now, pulling his lips down to mine.

“We could do something a little more energetic.”

“What did you have in mind?” I love the way his hands feel against the small of my back as he pulls me closer to him.

“Are you still naked under this dress?”

“I don’t know,” I say sarcastically, and widen my eyes. “Maybe you should check.”

“It’s a tough job, baby.” He gathers the skirt with his fingers, hiking it up around my hips and cups my bare bottom in his hands.

“I love your ass.” He’s nibbling my lips and kneading my butt rhythmically.

Mmm… feels so good. He slides one hand down between my legs and slips a finger inside me from behind and I arch against him.

“Oh, Luke…”

“You’re so ready for me, honey.”

“I kept picturing myself attacking you on the couch while you were reading.”

“You did?” His smile is delighted and he continues to torture me with his finger.

“Yeah, it got me hot.”

“Fuck Natalie, looking at you gets me hot.”

“Come here.” I lead him back to the couch and motion for him to sit. He complies and gazes up at me with bright blue, lustful eyes.

Instead of straddling him, I kneel between his knees and reach for the clasp on his jeans.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.”

My voice is breathy.

I open his jeans and he lifts his hips so I can pull them down and discard them.

His erection springs free, and he’s already hard and ready for me.

I lick my lips.

Even his cock is pretty, which is a thought I never thought I’d have. It’s large, and hard, nestled in a small patch of curly blond hair. No manscaping here, but he doesn’t need to.

I run my hands up his thighs and grip him in both hands. He sucks breath in through his teeth, his jaw clenched and his eyes are on fire.

My hands start to move up and down, and I lean down and brush the very tip with my tongue, tasting the bead of liquid at the end.

“Shit baby.”

He pulls my hair free from my ponytail and pushes his fingers through it, and I get bolder with my mouth, moving faster and pulling him in deeper, rubbing my tongue up and down the impressive length of him. My left hand moves lower and cups his balls and he goes mad.

“Enough!” He grips me beneath my arms and pulls me on top of him, straddling his lap and pushes into me swiftly, and I’m so thankful for my lack of panties beneath this dress.

“Ah!”

“I. Need. You.” Our eyes meet, his hands on my hips, moving me up and down in a punishing, sweet rhythm, pushing so far inside me that it’s just almost painful. I pull my dress over my head, and Luke’s lips find a nipple, pulling it relentlessly into his mouth, and suckling.

I am gripping the back of the couch above his head, and I lean back, giving him unfettered access to my breasts, and surrender to the tightening of my womb, the flexing of my thighs, and I explode around him, my body singing in sensation.

Luke pulls me down on him, hard, and empties himself into me. “Oh yes, baby!”

***

We are stretched out on the couch, lying side by side. Luke is tracing the letters up my ribs with his fingertip.

“It’s for my parents,” I whisper.

“Why this phrase?” he whispers in response.