“I know you do. Everyone told me how miserable you were. Amanda sent pictures.”
I sigh, feeling my cheeks redden. “Yes, Amanda made it very apparent that she was upset with me. She’d text you in front of me as some sort of torture technique.”
He chuckles. “I’d rather it had been you texting me.”
“I know. I messed up. I hate messing up, but I did it anyway, and I did it extraordinarily well.”
He eyes me, “Nah, I like you messy.”
That is not at all what I said, but he’s rolling away from me, and I’m scrambling after him. I remind myself of the dog I had growing up. Marley would follow me everywhere. He would even find me in the bathroom and stare at me while I took a shit.
That’s what I’m turning into, an overeager mutt.
I clutch onto the sheets, anchoring myself in place. I will not watch Luke take a shit. I have boundaries.
I hear the water turn on, and then Luke emerges in the doorway. His arms reach up, and he grasps onto the door frame, and I just take him in.
I want to go to him, but he might want his space.
Fuck, I hope he doesn’t want space. Is this some kind of quantum entanglement? No matter how far apart we are, we can’t help but be drawn to each other? Oh god, let him feel the same way, this incredible pull between us.
“Can I ask you a question?” he asks, and I nod.
“Can you get pregnant?”
I wrench my eyes up to meet his. “No, I had my tubes tied. But I did have my eggs frozen. One day I’d like kids.”
He wets his lips and tilts his head.
“So, we can do surrogacy?” he asks.
Oh my dear lord.
I clear my throat and nod. “Yeah, Luke. We can.”
“Little Elliots grumpin’ around like little Eeyores. Can’t fuckin’ wait.”
I meet his stare because this is us discussing the future. This gives me hope that this isn’t temporary.“Or little Lukes, causing chaos,” I add.
He grins, and his abs flex deliciously.
“Join me in the shower, Eli,” he grunts, and I rise off the bed with dignity. I do not scramble toward him like an eager child.
My foot catches on the end of the rug near the sink, and I tumble into him. We topple under the hot spray, and Luke holds me to his broad chest. We breathe heavily from the near calamity of almost smashing right through the glass, and then our mouths crash into each other. And I am insatiable.
I cannot get enough.
I’m clawing at him, licking into him with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. Luke groans as he grabs onto my ass and lifts me up, pressing me against the wall.
My legs move around his waist, and I feel his cock right there.
“Luke,” I moan as he sinks into my front hole again.
“So good,” he mutters against my lips as he starts to move. “You’re alwaysso good.”
We slip and slide against each other as he pounds into me. He’s so strong, holding me up without much effort, and I am not a small person.
“How are you so perfect?” I moan against his mouth.