Page 43 of Honest Boys Don’t Play

I swear I must’ve lost my damn mind. Not that I don’t actually want him to touch me, but I’ve done everything I can to keep him at a distance, and suddenly all my defenses are dropping.

Luke closes the door behind him and takes two steps that bring him right in front of me.

I close my eyes, inhaling his clean scent. God, he smells good. Something fresh and woodsy and all him.

The feel of his thumb and forefinger on my chin has my eyes drifting back open. His are such a vivid blue that I feel like I could drown in them. Such a cliché, but it’s the truth.

“What do you need?”

There’s something about the way that he asks it, like all he wants is to take care of me, that has honesty pouring from my mouth. “I need to come.”

I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy or just being so close to him day in and day out that has had me so worked up. I haven’t even been able to take care of things myself because I’ve been paranoid about someone coming home.

He cups my cheeks, his thumbs rubbing softly against my skin. “That’s what my girl needs? She needs to come?” I nod and he lowers his mouth to my ear. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

A shiver runs down my spine, heat pooling in my belly.

“As long as you’re sure that’s what you want.”

I nod, my breath leaving me in a gasp when he backs me toward the bed. My knees hit the edge of the mattress and I go down. Luke crouches in front of me, palming his hard length over the towel. His big hands spread my legs wide, and he grabs the band of my leggings, wiggling them down. Blood rushes through my ears at the look on his face. Tommy never looked at me like this. As if I’m something meant to be worshipped. I lift my hips so he can get the pants off me easier. He sets them down on the floor and then hooks his fingers through the sides of my underwear. A shiver runs down my spine at being entirely naked in front of him for the first time in months. I don’t look the same as I did then. My stomach has grown and despite the oil I apply morning and night I’ve already gotten a few stretch marks. His eyes are heated as he takes me in though, like he doesn’t see any flaws at all.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice is a low growl. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I bite my lip, staring at the tented towel. The head of his cock pokes through the opening. “I think I have some idea.”

His eyes flare with heat. “Lie back,” he commands. “I want to fucking eat.”

Holy shit.

I do as I’m told and he wraps his arms around my legs, holding me open. My head falls back a moment later when he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Luke,” I whimper.

He smiles against me, lapping his tongue against my sensitive core.

I’ve lost my damn mind letting this happen, but I don’t want to stop it either.

Resting on my elbows, I watch him through hazy eyes. It won’t take much for me to come, that’s how worked up I am. He reaches down, palming himself, but I can’t see with the towel in the way.

“Take the towel off,” I beg. “I want to see you.”

His eyes flash with surprise but he obliges.

I’ve never found cocks particularly nice to look at, but Luke’s just might change my mind.

“Touch yourself. Let me watch.”

He smiles from between my legs. “You want to watch me get myself off while I get you off?”

“God, yes.”

He grips the base of his cock, giving it a hard jerk. My mouth waters and I desperately want to wrap my lips around his tip, but the idea of watching him is far more appealing at the moment.

He licks and sucks at my sensitive flesh, pulling noises from me I didn’t even know I was capable of making.

“Fuck, baby.” He kisses the inner skin of my thigh. “You have no idea how good you taste. Best fucking treat of my life.”

“Shut up and make me come,” I plead. “I’m close.”