Summer just stared at him.
For a guy who had been engaged three times and in dozens of relationships, he still found the female mind a complicated thing he wasn't sure he would ever learn to understand. If there was one thing he had learned though it was to never try and ignore problems. The more you ignored them, the more they grew. “Is everything okay? Did I say something to upset you?”
She refused to meet his gaze, which in and of itself was an answer. “Everything is fine,” she murmured. “I just thought that you wanted … that you brought me here because … I think I’ll just take a cab home.”
He darted forward and caught her arm when she turned and took a step toward his door. “Summer, I want to. Believe me I want to, but I don’t want to pressure you.”
She eyed him defiantly. “I never mentioned feeling pressured.”
“I know, but you told me that your husband was your first, and you haven't been with anyone since, and it’s a big step to take. I only want you to take it when you're ready, and I'm more than happy to wait until you're ready. I don’t want you to think that if you're not ready right now then that’s a problem, and—” his babbling was abruptly cut off when Summer crushed her mouth against his.
“I'm not broken, Luke,” she said against his lips when she finally broke the kiss. “I felt partly responsible for my husband’s actions, and I was scared to trust my own judgment when it came to men. But I'm an adult, and I'm ready to admit that I made a mistake in refusing to let people get close to me the last ten years, a mistake I plan to rectify. I'm ready, Luke.” She pulled back so she could see his face better. “I'm ready. Iwantto do this, and I want to do it with you.”
His mind was spinning, his body already aroused, but he clung to control. It had been a long time for Summer, and he wanted the end to this amazing second first date to be every bit as perfect as dinner in a fairy-lit gazebo in the middle of the snow-covered park had been. After ten years, Summer deserved the best and she would get it, no matter how hard he had to fight to keep hold of that control.
“Are you sure?” he couldn’t help but ask.
She nodded once. He could see her pulse fluttering at the base of her neck, she was sure but nervous.
Luke scooped her up into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, where he lay her down on his bed.
“You're so beautiful.” He kissed her lips then her cheeks, forehead, chin, tip of her nose, and then her lips again. He wanted to kiss every inch of her.
He ran his hands over her body, memorizing the shape of her, the feel of her, taking note of which parts of her body were the most sensitive and responsive. But his hands wanted to be closer. They wanted to touch her soft, smooth skin, feel it quiver beneath his fingertips, and make it break out in a rush of goose pimples as he made her feel things she had never felt before.
While his hands unbuttoned her jeans he kissed her again, a long, slow, lazy kiss. One that if he hadn’t been a little too desperate to see her lying naked beneath him, he would have let go on forever.
But hedidwant to see her naked.
So he trailed a little line of kisses down her neck, then eased her jeans over her hips and down her legs. He tugged her boots off then tossed them on the floor, her jeans joined them a moment later.
Summer had pulled off her sweater, and the sight of her in nothing but a set of matching pink lace underwear was almost enough to make him give up his desire to remain in control, to give Summer a night worthy of ten long years of abstinence, to make her feel every bit as amazing as she looked.
“No fair, I'm almost naked, and you're fully dressed.” She gave a breathy laugh of anticipation.
“I think we can rectify that,” he said as he moved off the bed to shed his clothes as quickly as humanly possible.
“I think we better.”
“I think I'm going to kiss you again.”
“I think you better.”
“I think if we don’t make love now, I'm going to lose it.”
“Then you better get started.”
With a groan of exquisite anticipation, he took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking on her nipple until it pebbled at his ministrations.
“Mmm, that feels good,” Summer moaned, lifting her chest off the mattress in a silent plea for more.
Happy to give it to her, he reached behind her and unclasped her bra, then tossed it aside as he took her breast into his mouth again. Her skin was silky soft against his tongue, and she tasted sweet like sugar, and he feasted on first one breast and then the other, spurred on my Summer’s breathy moans and mumbled pleas.
When he couldn’t wait any longer, he moved down her body so he could taste the part of her he was ravishingly hungry for. Summer sucked in a breath when his tongue trailed lazily along her center.
“You taste amazing,” he murmured against her core. His lips sealed around her little bundle of nerves, and he slid a finger inside her tight, wet heat. “So tight,” he groaned. She was going to feel like heaven when he finally buried himself inside her. Not until she was ready though. Ten years was a long time to go without sex, and he wanted to make sure she enjoyed it and it wasn’t painful.
Summer’s hands tangled in his hair as he used his tongue and fingers to prepare her body. She squirmed with restless desire and pent-up need, and her hips thrust off the bed, silently begging him for more.