Chapter Thirty-Four
Luke
I slant my mouth over Ana’s, deepening the kiss, the sweet honey taste of her on my tongue along with a hell of a lot of resistance. She’s stiff, fighting me, because she really wants to fight a battle she cannot win, not now, not in the mountains in the middle of a snowstorm. Maybe not ever, not if the secrets revealed destroy all she knew of the only father she really ever knew. My hands travel up and down her back and she moans.
“Luke,” she pants out. “We can’t do this right now.”
But she doesn’t push me away. Her fingers twisting around the cotton of my T-shirt, her body softening against me.
“We can’t do anything else but this right now,” I assure her, my fingers curling around her neck to lift her gaze to mine. “Let it go for now.”
“I want to, but—”
My lips brush her lips. “Let it go, baby. And you owe me. You said if I started a fire, you’d let me get you naked. Remember?” I catch the hem of her shirt.
“What if Kurt was involved, Luke?”
I drag her shirt over her head and toss it aside. “There’s nothing you can do to change anything he did or did not do.” I run my hands around her back and unhook her bra, and when I would drag it away, she catches it to her.
“What if someone was watching us earlier?”
“If I die naked and inside you, Ana, I’ll die a happy man.”
She laughs, a distinct shift in her mood, a hint of the intensity sliding away. “You’re crazy.”
“For you, baby,” I assure her, easing her hands down and dragging her bra away, my mouth trailing her jawline, her neck, her nipple.
Her fingers dive into my hair. “You’re not listening to me.”
I am listening, I think. Which is exactly why I’m forcing her to be here, to be present in the moment and thinking about me, not Darius, not Kurt, not Mike or any of those fools. But I don’t say that. Instead, I kiss her again, smiling against her lips. “Your naked breast is in my hand, baby. I’m only capable of so many words.” I thumb her nipple.
“Hmmm,” she murmurs.
It’s the sound of submission, of her letting go of everything but me, and us, this moment.
If I wasn’t already hot and hard, that sound would get me there.
It’s also me submitting to the absolute control she has over me, even in those moments when she thinks she does not.
I turn her with me and sit on the couch, my hands gripping her hips. My lips press to her soft skin, tongue laving her belly button. Her hands are back in my hair, finger curling around random stands, the tug of her grip all about encouragement and her need for my mouth to move lower.
My gaze lifts while hers lowers, the heat between us seared by emotion, and I can feel the rise of possessiveness in me. No one will hurt her. No one will ever hurt her again. Not with me in the picture. I will kill for her. I will cause pain for her. And I will tell the world, and even the devil himself, to back the fuck off.
I reach for her zipper. She catches my hand. “Together.”
There were times in the past, many in fact, when Ana and I played games, where I demand control, and she wants to relax into the comfort of not having to be in control. But Ana always knew in those times that she was ultimately in control, that she chose to use those games to allow herself a break from everything around her. But a break isn’t what she needs right now. Control is what she needs, which is exactly why she wanted to run out of the cabin and charge through the snow to return to the city. Right now, if I push her, she’ll suffocate.
Right now is about us on the most intimate of levels.
I push to my feet and we undress together. There is a familiar comfort in the two of us, a bond that has never faded. I can feel the threads of our two separate lives melding together, unbreakable, when we once were not. That strength will be how we survive, not just what is ahead of us, but all the bullshit that all but destroyed us. I catch Ana to me and sit down, dragging her onto my lap. Her hands settle on my arms, her naked breasts between us, my erection pressed to her belly.
My fingers slide under her hair to her neck and I drag her mouth to mine. “Better together, right, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Better together.”
“They’re going to regret who they messed with,” I promise her.
“God, yes, they are,” she murmurs as I lift her, shifting us, until I’m pressing inside her, and I groan with the warm, tight heat of her body.
Ana scrapes her teeth across her lower lip, her fingers digging in my shoulders, and it’s sexy as fuck. She’s sexy as fuck. My body demands a fast and hard path to satisfaction, but I damn sure plan to savor every moment of this. I cup her head, and we breathe together. Ana’s hand presses to my cheek and she pulls back to stare down at me. “Is it crazy for me to say I can finally breathe again?”
Holy hell, the things this woman makes me feel. I can’t even put a name to the rush of emotions those words deliver. “No,” I say. “No, it is not. I feel the same. You’re the love of my life, baby. Don’t ever forget it.”
She smiles at my answer, a sweet smile made sweeter by her passion-laden eyes, and the squeeze of her body around my cock. She leans in and presses my hand to her breast, and her lips to my mouth. Now I’m the one smiling and we laugh for no reason at all. Fuck me, it’s sexy as hell. I pinch her nipple and she flattens her hands on my chest, arching against me, silently urging me to stop holding back, to move with her.
I drag her mouth to mine, kiss her, taste her, shifting our hips as I grind her against me, shifting a little left and right. She gasps and moans with the sensations it creates. Oh yeah, baby, I think. She arches into me again, rocking her body. At the same time, the licks of our tongues grow wilder, hungrier. I mold her closer, pressing her breasts to my chest, the feel of her next to me, driving me to the edge of insanity. But still, I hold myself back, savoring what becomes a sultry dance between us.
There is a moment though, when she catches a handful of my hair, just a hint of that wilder, darker side of who we can be together, showing itself, as she whispers, “Luke. Please.”
That’s it. We’re done going slow. I lift my hips, thrust, repeat, and she rocks hard and fast against me until she’s burying her face in my neck, her body trembling, her sex, clenching my cock. I groan, with the sensation deep in my balls, and then I’m holding onto her a little harder, shuddering with release. When our bodies still, Ana melts into me.
“Oh my God,” she murmurs.
I smile against her neck. “Yes. That.” We shift our bodies, and she rushes to the bathroom while I lay pull on my pants. Do I think someone is about to attack us? No. But do I want to be ready in case? Yes. And I damn sure could shoot them naked, with my cock hanging out, but it would be really damn awkward. Ana returns and I slide a blanket around her and lay down, pulling her on top of me. Yes, I’m greedy. I don’t want her to get dressed yet. I’m not done with her. If I’m lucky, she’s not done with me either.
But there is a topic we brushed off for too long now. In fact, I told her I didn’t give two fucks on this topic and at the time I didn’t. But things have changed. We’ve changed. “Are you on birth control, Ana?”
She’s silent for a moment, before she sits up and glances down at me. “That’s probably not a question you want to ask right now.”