His tongue traced a wet line between her breasts down to her navel, licking the tiny whorls of flesh. Julia tightened her fingers around him, then slipped her hand between his thighs to cup his sac. The fine hair covering the skin was baby-soft to her touch and she feathered her fingers back and forth over its surface. She was rewarded with the hot press of the swollen cock against her thigh and the dampness that was the tiny pearlescent drop seeping from the slit. She wanted to concentrate on giving him pleasure, but he nudged her thighs apart and cupped her mound with his hand, pressing his thumb against her clit, and concentration fled.
“You’re soaking wet again.” He easily slid two fingers inside her and lazily pumped them. “Let’s do this.”
He slid his fingers out and flipped her over to her stomach, one hand beneath her working her clit, the other gathering her cream, and spreading her pussy wide, around her opening, and on to the tight muscle of her anus. Julia gasped and flinched at the expected intrusion, but Luke simply continued rubbing and coaxing, gathering more and more of her liquid to lubricate her.
“Relax.” His voice was rough with anticipated pleasure. “You liked it when we did this before, Julia. Remember?” He shifted so he could place his mouth at her ear again. “Remember how hot it made you? You came like a maniac.”
Julia shivered. Every response came roaring back and her body became one throbbing pulse of insistent need. Everything fell away except her and Luke, wrapped in a black velvet cloak of sensuality. And while he rubbed and stroked, he licked her ear, trailed his mouth down her neck, grazed his teeth along her shoulder. Scattered kisses down her spine. With each touch, each caress, she became more aroused. Her body more open to him.
“Next time,” he whispered. “Next time I’ll be prepared and I’ll take you again here. Count on it.”
He moved then, pulling her to her knees. She felt hot, wet kisses on the cheeks of her ass and warm breath blowing over them and she shivered with anticipation. Pillows were plumped beneath her stomach. He stroked his fingers the length of her spine before positioning his cock at the opening of her cunt.
“Take a deep breath.” His voice was rich and thick like melted chocolate.
One strong thrust and he was completely inside her, muscles clenching around his cock. Luke’s hands were on her hips now, steadying her, guiding her, his voice murmuring, rolling over her like the slow sweep of thick molasses.
Now he moved, pumping steadily in and out of her, the friction stimulating every nerve, sensations cascading through her one after the other, stealing her breath. Her skin felt icy hot while blood rushed hotly in her veins and her heart raced madly. This was where she belonged. Right here. With him. How had she lived without this all this time? Without this feeling of being one with him? Of giving herself to him so completely? She clamped down on the thickness of him, relishing in the hot, solid feel of him. Caught his rhythm and rocked her hips with him, taking him as deep as she could. He tightened his fingers on her hips and a low growl rumbled up from his throat. She was rising, rising, rising, the black velvet swirling, the sound of flesh on flesh a punctuation to their accelerated rhythm.
She grasped the bedding as her orgasm climbed within her, seeking its release. Yes, she wanted to shout. I love you, Luke. Love you, love you, love you. In a moment she exploded, shaking with the force of her climax. Luke shouted her name and emptied himself into her in thick, hot spurts. They fell over the cliff together, spiraling and spinning until they were finally spent.
And everything else was forgotten.
Chapter 18
“I noticed how neatly you avoided my question last night.”
They were in the kitchen. Julia sat at the raised counter, drinking coffee, and thinking about how pleasantly sore she was in so many places. Luke buttered toast for them.
“What question was that?” she asked carefully.
“Don’t play games, Julia.” He looked up, his eyes dark. “The one about where we go from here.”
He wouldn’t be put off. She knew that. And in her heart she didn’t want him to be. Not after last night. She’d dipped her toe into the shallow end of the pool again and immediately found herself over her head. A good reason why she should have gone home.
There were just so many problems to work out, problems she couldn’t share with him. How would Andy and Beth react to a new man in her life? What about Courtney, who seemed thrown for a loop by everything these days? And who bore the stamp of Luke with her eyes and her full mouth, both a dead giveaway. One look at her and it would be over.
And then of course there was Mr. Nasty, Rod McGuire. She’d about come to the conclusion, with Claire’s prompting, that she could face him down. But at what cost to Luke? He was here, in Rod’s town, in a new position. Could Rod really screw that up for him? She knew what Claire would say—It’s Luke’s choice. You have to let him make it. And what if Rod decided to confront Andy and Beth before she had a chance to tell them in her own words? But now, sitting here with Luke, she recalled the last time she’d seen Rod.
“I’m still watching you, Julia.” They’d happened to find themselves at the same art show one time and he made it a point to
