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“Probably should have done this part before I took my hair down,” she teased, reaching around to help him. When the bra fell away, Luke leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her neck, dragging his lips down along her sternum.
He nosed at the valley between her breasts, and she could feel how badly he wanted her, and it thrilled her. There was a desperation to their movements, but they weren’t frantic yet. He was savoring her, tasting and sampling and breathing her in like a fine wine.
She arched her spine, pressing her chest to his face, and he cupped both breasts, the pads of his thumbs tracing over her nipples. Once. Twice. She sucked in a sharp breath and held incredibly still. She wanted to enjoy every second of this.
“Do you like this?” he asked.
Her gaze dropped from his eyes to his lips. She wanted to taste him but she didn’t dare move. His fingers were caressing. She felt like the string of a guitar, every inch of her starting to vibrate. He pinched her nipples and she gasped, grinding down against him, searching for friction to soothe the ache.
“Do you like this?” he asked again, skimming the pads of his thumbs over the stiff buds. Sensation zipped up and down her spine. She wasn’t sure which feeling she was supposed to be paying attention to, but then his fingers tightened again and the breath caught in her throat.
The pain quickly gave way to pleasure, and Lydia moaned. She dropped her head and kissed him, letting him capture the end of her moan on his tongue. “I like it.”
Do it again and again, she wanted to say. She wanted to beg. But she didn’t, too intoxicated by the thought of letting him take the lead. Of letting him touch her in every way he thought she might like.
Something about Luke reassured her that he would take care of her in the ways she needed most. She didn’t know if it was his patience—goodness knows she’d tested him these past weeks—or if it was his sweet nature, but she just knew she wouldn’t have to ask him to make her feel good. He already was.
Lydia braced herself against his shoulders, grinding down against him as his hands left her breasts, sliding around to cup her ass. He obviously liked the friction as much as she did. But that was all they were going to get out of this current arrangement. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Sorry,” he said, sitting up and catching her before she could topple backward off his lap. “I got distracted.” He tugged his shirt over his head and Lydia let her hands roam the warm expanse of his chest and abdomen, playing over the defined muscle. “I’m happy to continue this here,” he said. “But it might be more fun on the—”
“Bed,” Lydia finished for him, letting the fog of lust clear long enough for her to get her legs under her. She stood and pulled Luke to his feet. “Which way?”
“I’ll let you guess.”
Lydia took him by the hand and led him down the hall. It was electric between them. She could practically feel the current zipping from his hand to hers. “Bathroom,” she said, poking her head into the first room they passed. “Bedroom,” she said triumphantly, shoving the other door open.
“It’s like you’re in a rush or something,” he teased.
Lydia turned and settled him with a long, searing look. He reached out, took her by the belt loops of her jeans and kissed her. It was deliciously thorough, his tongue slipping past her lips to study every inch of her mouth. Her arms hung loose around his waist, but they soon took on a mind of their own, moving to trace the button on the front of his jeans. She popped the button and tugged the zipper down, leaving enough room for her to do her own exploring.
“Okay,” he rasped, breaking the kiss and chasing her hand with his own. “Now we’re both in a rush.”
Lydia grinned as he walked her backward toward the bed. She unbuttoned her own jeans and tugged them down her legs with her underwear before collapsing onto the bed. Using her elbows to prop herself up, she watched Luke undress, taking in every inch of exposed skin.
Luke wrapped his hand around his cock, giving himself a few languid strokes. A desperate heat flared inside her at the sight, and she knew exactly how to extinguish it. She reached for him, yearning for the moment he covered her body with his own.
“You’re sure this is okay?” he asked as his knee hit the mattress. The bed dipped and Lydia wanted nothing more than for Luke to tumble toward her.
“Yes. Now get up here already,” she complained. His answer was a smirk. Instead of climbing toward her, he retreated and Lydia thought she would actually combust. “What are you doing?”
She heard a drawer open and close, then the crinkle of a wrapper in the dark. When Luke returned, he’d sheathed himself with a condom.
“Oh,” Lydia said, glad one of them still had common sense. She didn’t know what it was about Luke that was making her lose herself so much faster than with her other hookups. She was usually composed and sensible. Sensible enough to remember a condom, at least.
“Oh?”
“I meant likeoh, good idea.”
He chuckled at her, the sound vibrating across his chest and into hers as his weight settled over her. It was comforting and warm as he stretched out against her, skin brushing skin.
She caught Luke’s hips in the cradle of her thighs. When the tip of his cock brushed against her clit, her eyes practically rolled back in her head. “Oh, God, Luke.”
“Was that a goodoh, Godor—”
“How can you be fishing for compliments already?”
“Not compliments. Just feedback. I like to see how I can improve my performance in real time,” he teased, the words racing across her skin. “Sort of the way I remind you to adjust your running form while we’re training.”
