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Lydia slid off the counter and left him to go flick on the bathroom light and kneel in front of the sink cabinet. She started tossing things out of the cabinet one by one. Luke followed and leaned against the doorjamb, amused.
“Looking for yourin case of emergenciescondoms?”
“Are you complaining?”
“Not at all.”
Lydia grabbed something from the back of the cupboard and held the box up triumphantly. She tossed him the box.
When she stood, Luke snagged her by the waist and hauled her closer. Lydia’s hand reached back to flick off the bathroom light and then the kitchen light. Without them, the apartment was bathed in nothing but the streetlights, and they gravitated toward the massive windows, caressing and touching and kissing until they were both breathless. Luke honestly didn’t know how he couldnotbe reading feelings into this. Not the way she was moving against him.
It wasn’t just the sex. It was more than that. Everything with her was better. She gasped as he squeezed her breast, shoving her bra cup aside so he could rub at the sensitive skin until her nipple pebbled, hard and needy against his thumb.
“You should take your pants off,” Lydia whispered into his mouth.
“What’s the rush? Don’t you want to enjoy the view a bit?” He twisted her in his arms, so she was looking out those massive widows. He nudged her forward and the streetlights spilled across her forearms as she reached out to catch herself against the glass. Luke leaned against her, pressing his hands next to hers on the chilled windowpanes. He ground his hips against her and Lydia’s head rolled back against his shoulder.
He tipped his head and kissed the exposed skin of her neck, nipping gently. Then he took one hand off the window and placed it on her hip. He rocked her against his body as he kissed his way across her shoulder. Then he slipped one hand down the front of her pants.
“Luke,” she husked, catching his hand before he could go any further. “What if one of the neighbors sees?”
“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered into her ear.
“God, no.” She put both hands back on the windowpanes.
“Good,” he said, letting his fingers brush against her folds, carefully avoiding the delicate nub of her clit. “Because I want us both to be very,verysatisfied.”
A desperate little moan fell from her mouth. “Please touch me.”
Luke didn’t make her beg. He ran the pads of his fingers over her clit, stroking until he found a rhythm she liked. When she started to move with him, he held that rhythm, watching the way her fingers twitched against the glass.
He imagined stripping her bare before the window, watching moonlight caress her curves. Her thighs began to tremble on either side of where he worked his hand, and the sounds that came from her turned into breathy, demanding orders. Harder. Faster. There. Right there.
“Yes,” she hissed, grinding against his hand. “Yes, yes,yes.”
Her knees buckled and her fingers curled into fists against the glass as she came, riding his hand all the way down to the floor as they both sank to their knees. “How was the view?” he asked as she panted in his lap.
“Stunning.”
“Would you like to see it again?”
Lydia turned her face up to kiss him.
Nineteen
Lydia
Whoever composed phone alarms had summoned the melodies from the pits of hell. Lydia shifted in bed, her eyes still closed, trying to figure out which direction the horrible noise was coming from. Her hands felt beneath her pillow and traced under the sheet, searching for her phone.
Her eyes shot open, the weight of the world rushing up to greet her as memories from the weekend washed over her. She groaned, pressing her face into the pillow. It was Tuesday. It had been three days since she’d fallen into bed with Luke again, and this time, she hadn’t been able to shake him. That was three days of thinking about his hands everywhere. Three days of reliving the desperation she’d felt. Obviously they were doing a terrible job of keeping things professional, and her dreams since then...
Lydia finally found her phone beneath the sheets and silenced it before rolling over and blinking at the screen. There was a text from Luke.
Meet me at the youth center tonight.
Lydia climbed out of bed and responded while she brushed her teeth.Why? You want me to watch the children destroy you in basketball?
It took Luke a while to respond. She was already heading to the train for work when he did.Ouch! You wouldn’t be talking such trash if you’d ever faced them on the court.
