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“That’s fine. We can be grumpy and disappointed together.”
“That’s what we are. A couple of regular old failures having brunch.”
Lydia bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing, and he watched the way it slowly slid between her teeth.
Suddenly she was leaning toward him, and Luke froze. “Lydia,” he warned. “We shouldn’t.” Lydia knew it was wrong because he was her trainer, because they’d agreed to these professional boundaries, but for him it was so much worse. The emotional lines were getting blurry. These feelings he was having... They were starting to get dangerously tangled.
“Aren’t you sick of being told what you can’t have?”
“This isn’t why I invited you back.” He wanted to make that clear before this went any further. He’d genuinely just intended to feed her and let her vent and then figure out when to reschedule the long run. But the waters were getting muddy. Was he Trainer Luke right now or just regular Luke? And who was she? His mind flashed back to the morning in the warehouse, to her palm drifting down his chest, to the warmth of her... His body responded to the memory.
“But we’re so sad,” she said, stepping closer. She stretched up on her toes and closed the distance, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “And endorphins are good.”
“Theyaregood,” Luke agreed, standing perfectly still.
“Plus, we should probably do some sort of physical activity today.”
“Wouldn’t want to ruin your training schedule,” Luke said.
She blinked up at him, her dark lashes fluttering over those teasing green eyes. “So what are you waiting for?”
He let himself reach for her. The moment his hands wrapped around her waist, warring thoughts exploded to life in his mind, but the loudest of them called for him to hold her tighter. Pull her closer. So he did. He lowered his head, catching her lips, and something desperate surged through him. A fire that wanted to be stoked. She gasped against his mouth, humming at his eagerness. The kiss broke with a smacking sound.
Lydia’s eyes were glassy when she finally opened them, her one hand locked around the edge of the counter, her other hand clinging to him for support. Luke understood what they were doing. This was just some mutual care and comfort between friends—something they both needed after this past week. Right now he didn’t care if that’s all it was, because she was right. He was sick of being told no, of being rejected. He wantedsomeoneto want him. And in this moment,shedid. She wanted him like he wanted her, so he held her and enjoyed the heat of her body as he pressed her up against the counter.
“You should put the food back in the fridge,” she husked, her head thrown back so his lips could explore her jaw and dance across her neck.
“We can eat first if you want.” He felt kind of bad now. Hehadpromised her food.
Lydia shook her head. “I don’t want to do the things we’re about to do on a full stomach.”
“It might be good to have some energy.”
“We’ll stop for snacks in between. Moderate in protein. High in complex carbs.”
Luke chuckled, tugging the elastic from her hair so he could sink his hand into it. “With talk like that you’re just trying to rile me up.” He lifted her into his arms.
She yelped, then giggled, her arms tightening around him as he carried her down the hall to the bedroom. She ground her pelvis against him and Luke almost ran them into the door, forcing him to put her down. He hadn’t bothered to make his bed before leaving this morning, and he might have been embarrassed now if it weren’t for how quickly Lydia was stripping out of her clothes. Any other time he’d want to undress her slowly, to savor the moment, but he didn’t have the patience for that now. His cock was straining inside his shorts, and he needed to relieve some of the aching pressure.
He pulled his shirt over his head before eagerly helping Lydia guide her shorts down her legs. He let his hands roam from her calves up to her thighs as he stood back up, enjoying the never-ending expanse of skin. Her hands darted out to his chest, exploring as his muscles flexed beneath her delicate fingers.
“Do you want me to keep going?” she asked before letting her hands drop lower.
“God,yes,” he hissed as he shoved his shorts down his hips. Lydia’s hand wrapped around his exposed cock, and she stroked him slowly from base to tip. He threw his head back and groaned at how good she made him feel.
When he twitched in her hand, he leaned down to kiss her, nudging her gently with his hips until she’d butted up against the edge of the bed. Instead of laying her down, he kissed his way across her jaw and down her neck, tonguing at the hollow that met her sternum. He let his lips ghost between the valley of her breasts and across the softness of her belly as he got on his knees, pressing a kiss to her hip bone. His hands smoothed over her flesh as he guided them up and down her legs, squeezing her thighs gently.
Lydia’s hand fell to the top of his head, her fingers weaving into his hair, attempting to guide his lips to where she wanted him most. She squirmed, her legs trembling as he nibbled his way along her inner thigh. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and he smirked against her skin. “Did you want something?”
“Don’t make me beg.”
“I would never.” He squeezed her ass and she jerked against him, desperately looking for friction as his tongue darted out to lap at her folds.
“Oh... Oh,yes,” she said as he found her clit. She released his hair, both hands falling to the bed as she sank down, looking for support.
Luke wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to the very edge of the bed, giving himself room to drive her wild.
Lydia’s hips jumped as his lips and tongue danced around her clit, and her moans became a frantic, unending string of profanities as she ground herself against his face. He glanced up as he continued to lap at her, stroking that tiny bud into oblivion. Maybe it was the pressure or the rhythm or the fact that she looked down just in time to catch his eye, but she snapped her head back with a shuddering cry as she trembled through her orgasm.
