“Damn baby. You trying to kill me?” he asked, finding my face with his eyes once again.
I bit my lip and shook my head, praying it would be enough to convince him that I wasn’t that sick. I could tell he was struggling. He didn’t want to be too forward or make me feel like all he wanted was sex, but I could tell by the burning look in his eyes that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. The stretching movement caused my shorts to rise and make the cheeks of my barely covered ass tingle from the air in the room. Luke placed his hands on my waist-a safe area-and shook his head at me. “This is not what I had in mind baby. I just want to take care of you,” Luke said in a low voice.
“Then take care of me. Please, baby. I need this. I need you,” I begged looking up at him desperately. He groaned in defeat as his lips found mine. I wasted no time invading his mouth with my tongue. I have missed this. Damn he tasted good. Luke reached around me and slid his hands under my shorts. He groaned when he found the bare flesh hanging out the bottom of my panties and squeezed tighter lifting me and wrapping my legs around him.
My hands roamed his face and shoulders while my tongue caressed his as he carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me down and climbed on top of me.
“Make love to me Luke, “I breathed, tilting my head back to let him kiss my throat and neck. He raised my shirt and found my hard nipples and took them into his mouth. I moaned loudly as he gently sucked each one while kneading his hands into my thighs and waist then up my stomach and finally in my hair.
“You drive me crazy,” he said taking my mouth over with his. I lifted myself up off the bed, trying to find something of his I could grind into. I needed that connection or I would explode. His hand found the elastic band on my shorts and was instantly inside rubbing me softly through my panties.
“Fuck you are so wet.” He sat up on his knees in between my legs and looked down on me. My stomach arched off the bed with my deep breathing. I was completely breathless and it had absolutely nothing to do with what happened to me three days ago, but it had everything to do with the man looking down at me. Everything about Luke turned me on; the tattoos that ran down his perfectly sculpted arms, the abs that were so cut you could count each once, the strong chest that rose and fell with every breath he took. But these were nothing compared to the eyes that were looking so deep into mine, I felt like he could read my mind. I could see all the way to his soul through his eyes. I could measure the depth of his love for me; endless as the ocean.
The look on his face was that of need and compassion. He looked at me like this each time he made love to me, and each time it made me feel more important to him than the last. I knew this was going to be amazing. I knew just by the look in his eyes that he was going to prove how much he loved me and how sorry he was that he couldn’t be there for me by making love to me in a way that only he could.
Luke seemed to remember what he was doing and slid my shorts down my legs taking my panties with them. I was left in nothing but my tank top lying on the bed beneath him. He leaned down over me, pressing his length against my opening. My breath caught in my throat at the anticipation of what was to come.
“I would move heaven and earth for you Dallas. I will spend the rest of my days making you happy. I have loved before, but never like this.”
He rested his weight on his arms and leaned down so that his forehead was touching mine and we were nose to nose. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of him.
“I need you Dallas,” he whispered to me. My heart clenched at the desperation in his voice.
“Please,” I begged although I had no idea what I was begging for; for him to be inside me, for him to keep wooing me with his words, for him to never leave? He kissed me as he slowly inched inside my tight walls. I felt myself expand beneath him and once again, I felt whole.