Her scent was like honey, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer to taste her. I slid my arms under her thighs, spreading her wider until I could see the dampness clinging to her folds.
“My God, Laura, you’re fucking beautiful,” I said, looking up her body to meet her eyes. She met my gaze, but her lip found its way between her teeth again as if she were embarrassed. “Don’t be shy. I’m the only man who will ever see you like this. This is mine. All of you will belong to me.”
I leaned forward and ran my tongue up her slit. Her hips bucked, and a deep sigh escaped her. The tension in her body made me think she was close enough to her first orgasm, that if I touched her just right, she’d fall over the edge.
My thumb found her clit, and I pressed hard, fast circles over it as I slid a finger inside her channel. She cried out, her body spasming as the first orgasm washed over her lithe body.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I whispered, adding a second finger to her soaked pussy. “I can’t wait to feel this gripping my cock. I’m going to love fucking you.”
I slammed my fingers into her, bumping her clit with my knuckles as I finger-fucked her until she screamed out my name, her body shaking with a second release.
“Stop!” she cried, dropping to the mattress and panting. “Please, oh my God. Stop. It’s too much.”
“Are you sure?” I teased, sliding my fingers in again.
An aftershock rocked her body, and she sobbed, clutching at my arm and pulling it away from her sensitive core.
I climbed up her body and kissed her softly. Her eyelids fluttered, each time staying closed a little longer.
“You should get some sleep,” I told her again.
“Don’t leave,” she whispered.
“I’ll never leave you,” I promised.
I pulled her into my arms, and she laid her head on my chest, her fingers running over my pecs. In minutes, her breathing had evened out, and she’d fallen into a deep slumber.
“I love you,” I whispered, before placing a kiss on the top her head. “And I’m never, ever letting you go.”
Chapter Five
~ Laura ~
“You’re almost twenty-three,” I muttered to myself as I left my bedroom, dressed in jeans and a loose red, V-neck tee. “Stop being an idiot.” I’d been delaying all morning. As an early riser, I usually would have left my room long before now and been well on my way to completing the never-ending list of goals I set out for myself.
But this morning, I felt sheepish and shy from my interlude with Luke last night. It had been amazing, but what if it hadn’t been so special to him? What if he thought less of me today? What if he wanted me to leave now that he’d tasted me—literally?
The litany of insecurities was as endless as my to-do lists. I hated it. Until mid-high school when my father had complexly shifted my life-view with his determination that it was time I marry, I’d been a carefree outgoing girl, always ready for the next adventure. I wanted her back! I missed her.
“What was that?”
I jumped and looked up, startled. Luke was standing in the kitchen on the far side of the living area expanse. He was also dressed for the day, though far less casually in a pair of charcoal dress pants and a lightweight, olive-green sweater. It fit his body to perfection, emphasizing his lean, muscular figure and stealing my breath. Damn it, no man should look so good with their sleeves pushed up their forearms.
And what had he said? I shook my head, indicating I didn’t understand him.
“I thought you said something.”
“No,” I replied. I threaded my fingers into my long, thick hair, pushing it back from my face.
“Hmm, okay. Coffee?”
“Yes,” I moaned, without thinking and even from where I stood, I saw Luke’s eyes darken. I bit my lip and smiled at him. Okay, he still wanted me.
And that look empowered me to let that carefree girl reemerge. She’d been hiding for too long while I’d been running from the inevitability of that arranged marriage. And she was ready for an adventure.
“I was thinking we could have it out on the terrace. Do you want to eat here or go out?”
“Here is fine.” I closed the space between us and slid onto one of the stools at the island that divided the kitchen from the living room and dining area. He poured a cup of coffee for me and slid it toward me.
“Cream or sugar?”
“Cream, please.” I bit my lip not wanting to be shy with him. I mean the man had his face between my legs last night. Okay, wrong thought. That was definitely something to be shy about.
“You okay?” he asked as he set down the carton of half and half and a spoon. His cool fingers stroked over my heated cheek.
“Mm-hmm,” I squeaked.
C’mon, Laura you’re a grownup.
“Just thinking,” I continued.
“Me, too,” he replied, his tone growly and my lower stomach pulled in reaction. My panties were definitely getting dowsed.
“Probably not about the same thing,” I said. Liar, liar pants on fire! “I know it’s the weekend and Vegas, but I’ve never been here except for that quick weekend. We barely saw a thing—basically the hotel, slot machines, the club and a show. I’d really like to see some of it, you know? I mean…” I bit my lip. “I know it’s touristy and you probably don’t want to but—”
“We can do whatever you want. What are you thinking?”
“Silly kid stuff really. I want to ride the LINQ and go see the sharks and The Hershey’s Chocolate World and go to the flamingo habitat,” I blurted out in one breath. “And maybe see the Eiffel Tower.”
He leaned on his elbows on the counter, bringing us eye to eye. “I could take you to
