We join in a way we haven’t yet.
Deep.
Sensual.
Slow.
Luke kisses me as if he will never have enough from my lips. It’s slow and it’s thorough, and it blazes need along every one of my nerve endings.
I feel the same way.
I squeeze my arms around him as if I never want to let him go.
Because I don’t.
Luke is mine now.
“I want you without a condom,” he says when he finally stops kissing me. “I’m clean.”
“I am too. And I’m on the pill.”
His lips find mine again in another slow and intense kiss while his hands move to massage my breasts. I could get used to these kinds of kisses. They might be slow, but they’re almost more demanding than when he kisses me hard and fast. These kisses are deliberate and exacting—they’re wringing every last ounce of pleasure from our lips.
I begin rocking against him, more than ready to have him where I want him. His erection is pressing against my pussy, teasing the hell out of me. Driving me wild with want.
Just when I’m about to drag my lips from his to beg him to fuck me, he grabs my hips and lifts me so he can position me to sit down, taking him inside as I do. His movements are slow as he tests how ready I am for him, but as he fills me, I can’t help myself—I push down to take him all the way.
“Fuck,” he growls, placing his hands on my ass and pulling me close to him.
I wrap my arms and legs tightly around him, grinding slowly.
Oh, God.
So good.
While I’m grinding and rocking on him, he grips my hair into a ponytail and pulls my head back. He then drops his mouth to my neck so he can kiss and suck my skin.
When his teeth sink into me, I moan and rock a little harder. My fingers claw at his back. “Luke…” I moan again.
He doesn’t stop.
He continues sucking and biting my neck, causing chaos in my mind. Between the rocking and grinding we’re both doing, and his mouth on my neck, and the way he’s pulling my hair, I may come sooner than I usually do.
Luke owns me completely.
My body.
My thoughts.
My heart.
They’re all focused intently on him.
He lets my hair go and his mouth leaves my neck. His hands move back to cup my ass and he pushes into me harder. All the while, his eyes hold mine. “I’m falling, Callie,” he says as he tries to pull me even closer to him.
“I don’t think you can get me any closer,” I say softly while I think about what he just said.
I’m falling too.