He was like a Calvin Klein model, and even as cliché as that sounded, I couldn’t come up with a better example. I could literally picture him in one of those magazine ads, showcasing the dips and contours of his firm muscles. They had my core tightening even after a mind-blowing orgasm from his mouth. His cock was as stiff as a board when he pulled the condom on, and I licked my lips at the sight of it. I was honestly satisfied just staring at him.
But then again, the thought of that inside of me sounded pretty fucking epic.
He must have had the same notion as his eyes trailed down my body, expressing a reverent, longing stare, and then his mouth was set in a fine line. He crawled over my body like a lion ready to pounce. His long, deft fingers pulled the shirt over my head and I was left lying on his bed, completely exposed, in more ways than one. Not only was my body completely naked, stripped down to nothing, but so was my heart. So were my feelings. It was evident in that moment that I was completely in over my head. It was evident in that moment that Luke had me hooked in every way possible.
He had me.
I was at his mercy.
Luke’s eyes scanned me one more time before he bent down low, spreading my legs wide. “I’m going to make this as slow and steady as possible, Cammie. Because tonight, you’re mine.”
My body erupted into hot flames; I was on fire and he was holding the torch.
Luke’s mouth captured mine as soon as his tip started to enter me. He only released my mouth when he was fully inside, allowing my body to adjust to his glorious length. I took a deep breath and stared up into his eyes. One side of his face was visible from the light of the candle, but the ot
her was hidden.
The hurricane winds and rain slapping on the window mixed with the darkness of the room made the moment that much better. It kind of felt like it was forbidden: like it was the end of the world and this was our one chance to savor each other’s bodies, right here and right now.
Luke started to move slowly inside me, pulling out so far that he almost left my body, but then he would slowly enter again. My moans were soft and his groans were loud. He trailed kisses on my jaw line and my hands gripped his biceps.
He started to thrust into me harder just as his mouth found my nipple. He pulled and tugged gently and I started to thrust up to meet his slow slams. If I thought his mouth was good at fucking me, I was completely stricken with his actual cock.
He was a machine. A war-fighting machine and I knew that no man would ever be able to compare. My poor future husband had no idea what he was up against.
Because Luke was everything.
Bliss.
Ecstasy.
Lust.
Love.
He had it all.
He was everything.
I started to wiggle beneath his firm body, feeling the familiar buildup again. His ramming motion made me lose control in the best way. His body slapping against mine matched the slaps of rain against the window, like we were in sync with the hurricane.
His hand cupped my butt and he spewed in a strained voice, “I’ll never get enough of you, Cammie…” his voice trailed for a few more thrusts and then I was free-falling straight into heaven.
He fell, too, way louder than I had. Thank God there was a full-blown hurricane happening because I was pretty sure the neighbors could have heard us.
Luke exited me and I instantly mourned his body out of mine. I already mourned the moment, because that little voice in the back of my head whispered, “One-time thing…”
But, did it really have to be?
Our bodies were sweaty and we were both clearly exhausted. We laid flat on our backs and stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch our breath. Luke sat up slowly, took his condom off, and wiped himself down with a nearby towel, doing the same to me. It felt extremely intimate and forbidden to let him do that, to let him dote on me, but no matter how hard I pushed back on Luke, he was always there, taking care of me—and that was the last thought I remembered having before falling into a deep slumber, letting the howling winds lull me to sleep.
My eyes slowly opened, enjoying the little bit of sunshine coming through the window, but then I felt something tickling my long eyelashes. Whatever it was, it was making a strange, scratchy sound. I reached my hand up and felt a thin piece of paper.
It peeled from my skin in one slow movement, and once my eyes adjusted, I tried to make out the words on the bright yellow sticky-note.
I sat up and looked around, realizing that I was in Luke’s bed, covered by a dark grey, fluffy blanket. A smile slowly formed on my lips and excitement shot through my body. I shook my head and held the paper in my hand, scanning it quickly:
Doc,