The moment he slid two fingers into the hot well of her vagina she climaxed, clenching around his fingers. A low throaty sound vibrated from her, body convulsing, fingers digging into him as she desperately tried to maintain her balance. He stroked in and out and sucked again on her clit until he’d wrung the last drop from her.
Then he rose, pulling her against him tightly and pressing his mouth to hers so she could taste herself on his lips.
“I love you,” he murmured against her open mouth. “It’s quick, it’s fast, but I know what I feel.”
“M-Me, too.” Her voice trembled as much as her body did.
“Good.” He lifted his head to smile at her. “It’s always nice when it works out that way.”
He broke away from her long enough to toss some of the pillows from the couch onto the floor, then laid her down on them in front of the fire. He felt his groin tighten even more as he looked at her naked in the firelight, flushed and wanton. She was sated, yet the message in her eyes plainly told him she wanted him again.
With swift movements, he discarded the rest of his clothes and lowered his naked body to the cushions next to hers.
* * * *
Julia lay there, warmed by the flames and the look of pure desire in Luke’s eyes. She was too aroused to even care her body might be less than perfect for him. Watching him shed his clothes, she trembled in anticipation of his touch again, the feel of his body against hers. Her hands itched for the solid feel of his muscles, the crisply curling hair on his chest, the thickness of his visibly engorged shaft. An unfamiliar sensation gripped her, one she couldn’t ever remember feeling. Pure lust.
Lordy! He’d just brought her to a climax so instantaneous there was barely time to catch her breath, yet here she was craving him again. More cream seeped from her pussy at the images conjured up in her mind.
In seconds, Luke’s mouth was on hers again, a voracious kiss drawing from deep within her soul. She felt his hands skimming her body, lightly touching her everywhere. Without urging, she opened her legs for him, felt him cupping her mound, opening her folds, sliding first one, then two fingers into her again. She moaned and moved against his hands.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. He moved his moistened fingers down into the cleft of her buttocks again, rubbing them against the skin in the hot, tight place. Placing his lips on her already swollen and sensitive bud, he sucked and nibbled as he slid and probed, and her nerves exploded like firecrackers.
“Easy, easy,” he crooned, withdrawing his hand and placing one of hers on his throbbing erection. “See what touching you does to me?” She closed her fingers around him and he pulsed in response. “I want to make this last for you, sweet Julia, but I want you too badly.”
“Please,” she begged, moving her hand up and down on him. “Don’t wait.” She wanted to feel him inside her again, feel the length of him filling her, stretching her. Her body ached for the fulfillment he gave her.
He pulled her hand away, moved over her to position himself, and thrust slowly. At last he was inside her, and it was the most incredible feeling in the world. She was so ready for him he was buried to the hilt almost at once. He probed her mouth with his tongue, mimicking the movements of his body as he drove slowly in and out of her. She clutched at him, raking his back with her fingernails. Their bodies were slick with sweat, skin sliding against skin.
“More,” she cried. “More. More, more.” In an agony of frustration, she moved her hips against him, trying to draw him in deeper. She was so close, almost there, hanging on the edge. “Harder. Please. Please.”
“Julia.”
She opened her eyes wide to look at him, saw the tension in his face, the sweat beading his forehead. Their gazes locked and she felt as if he stared right into her soul. Her tremors intensified, her sheath grasping at his hot shaft. With a hoarse cry, he gave her the release she sought and carried them over the edge. Waves of pleasure washed over her body, intensified by spasm after spasm. Julia clenched around him, milking him, as he poured into her, filling her. On and on it went, until she thought her heart would stop altogether.
Finally, spent, skin slicked with sweat, they collapsed in a tangle of boneless limbs.
Julia didn’t know how long they lay there. The weight of his body on her was heavy, but nothing could have induced her to move him. She had the feeling something momentous had just happened. And, in fact, it had. Even more than the one night they’d spent together, she’d given herself completely to Luke Buchanan.
“Jesus.” He barely raised his head. “You make me wish I was sixteen again.” He touched his forehead to hers.
As they lay there, waiting for their breathing to return to some semblance of normal, she was stunned to realize what began their first night in the hotel had now blossomed into something real.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the last minute we were together,” Luke told her.
“Me, too.” She bit her lower lip. “I can’t seem to shut my brain off.”
He held her to him in a tight grip. “Mine, Julia. No matter what. You’ll always be mine. Do those words scare you?”
“Maybe. A little. I don’t know.” She drew a shaky breath. “How did we get here so fast? What’s happening to us, Luke?”
“I don’t know. It just sort of snuck up on us, I guess.” He looked at her. “We have to talk about it, you know.”
She nodded. “I want to.”
He stood up and reached a hand out to her. “But first, I’m famished. I think
