Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)(38)

“She’s never liked your girlfriends in the past?”

“She’s never met anyone from my past.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never introduced anyone to my family before.”

“Why me?”

He leans down and kisses me in that gentle way he has and I sigh. “Because you didn’t know who I am. And you have gotten under my skin. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you.”

“I’d like to know you better,” I whisper, intentionally missing his point.

“Ditto, baby.”

“You know me better than anyone.”

“There’s still a lot to learn.” He brushes my hair off my face and I grasp his wrist so I can kiss his palm.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Just about an hour.”

“It smells good in here.” He grins down at me.

“Stir fry okay for dinner?”

“Mmmm… sounds great. Do I have time to take a quick shower first?”

“Sure, baby. You go shower and I’ll get dinner ready.” He pulls out of the blanket and releases me.

“I could get used to being spoiled like this,” I quip.

I turn from him and head for the stairway when I hear him mumble, “I’m counting on it.”

***

The drive to Luke’s parent’s house is fairly short. It’s a rainy Sunday afternoon, so we’re in Luke’s black Mercedes SUV. How many cars does he have? I look to my left and take a deep breath, trying to fight down the nerves. My stomach is in knots.

I’m flat out terrified of meeting his parents.

This weekend has been wonderful.

After dinner last night we cuddled on the couch and watched old comedies from the 80’s and laughed all night. Then he took me to bed and made sweet love to me like he did on the couch.

Wow, he can be so tender. I can’t help but remember when he slapped my ass the first time we made love, and I wonder when he’s going to do that again.

Variety is the spice of life, after all.

Perhaps we’ll play when we get back to his place later.

He looks so beautiful, sitting here in his black t-shirt and another pair of faded blue jeans. His strong hands are on the wheel, and I shiver as I think of how they feel on me.

“Are you cold?” He reaches for the climate controls on the dash, but I stop his hand.

“No, I’m not cold.”

He glances at me, and then does a double take, raising an eyebrow.

“I love your hands,” I say as I twine my fingers with his. He raises them to his lips and kisses my wrist.

“They’re just hands.” He gives me a wicked smile and my stomach clenches.

“They do crazy things to me,” I whisper.

“Behave, or I’ll pull this car over and f*ck you.” I gasp at his words. This is a completely different attitude from last night, and frankly, it’s hot. Desire pools in my groin and I smile as I decide to play with him a little.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Oh honey, trust me, that’s a promise I can definitely keep.”

I pick at an imaginary piece of lint on my red sundress. I’m wearing a soft blue denim jacket over it because of the weather and brown peep-toe sandals.

“Prove it.”

He whips his head toward me and narrows his eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” I whisper and pull the hem of my dress up around the tops of my thighs, thrumming my fingers against my already sensitive flesh.

“You want to f*ck in the car on the way to meet my parents?” His voice is incredulous, but his eyes are on fire and his breathing is shallow.

“Yes, please.”

He takes the next exit off the freeway and parks behind a strip mall. It’s heavily lined with dense trees, and there is no traffic behind the long building.

He parks at the far end and shuts the car off, and pulls me over the console and into his lap; one hand dives into my hair and the other under my hemline and cups my ass.

“You are so f*cking sexy. I want you all the time.”

“I want you too.”

I’m panting and needy, and I want him in me now.

“Straddle me, baby.” Luke shifts the seat back with the automatic button, and I lean back against the steering wheel as he unzips his pants, freeing his erection.

He cups my ass in both hands, pulls my thong panties to the side and lowers me onto him.

“Fuck yes, Luke.”

“Argh!”

I move up and down violently in the small confines of the car. His hands stay on my ass, guiding me, our eyes locked and mouths open, gasping for air.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Yes, baby, come for me.”

I grind against him once, twice and then explode, milking his cock with my muscles and I feel him come apart beneath me, emptying into me.

I lean forward, resting my forehead against his as our breathing calms.

“Holy shit, Nat, that was just a little unexpected.”

I pull up off of him and climb back over to my seat, straightening my dress.

“It turns me on to watch you drive.”

“Well, hell, let’s go on lots of road trips, baby.” I laugh and realize that it also helped to calm some of my nerves.