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Luke’s mouth kicked up at one corner. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Is it working?”

“What do you think?” He sat above me, thighs framing my hips. A sprinkling of dark hair covered his broad chest, and all I could see was bare skin I wanted to explore.

“You’re looking at me the same way again,” he said with a half-smile.

“No.” I shook my head, shifting on the bed, restless. “Trust me, it’s for a different reason this time.”

He left me for long enough to remove his underwear and mine, then stood beside the bed and leaned over me. My eyes drifted lower, and I locked onto another place I wanted to kiss.

Just as I went to reach for him, he gave me the slightest smile and grabbed both my wrists, pressing them into the pillow above my head. “I take back what I said about wanting your hands on me,” he said, climbing over me again. “I need you contained, or this’ll be over in minutes.”

My back arched once more, completely out of my control this time. All this energy had nowhere to go. “I can behave.”

“Now, we both know that’s not true.” Luke lowered himself onto me, his chest meeting mine.

He was so big and warm and appealing—and right within my reach. “You have no faith in me,” I said, surprised by the whine in my voice.

I pulled my knees up, letting them fall out to the sides. It probably wouldn’t take much to make him cave.

He smiled and settled into the space I’d created, the heat of him pressing against me. “I may have only just met you,” he said, “but I know you.”

His words meant more to me than I’d ever let myself admit out loud.

When he dipped his head and kissed me again, his free hand lowered to my breast, fingers teasing my nipple. A gentle pinch, then a longer, drawn-out tug. The small callous on his thumb created a little tingle that took me by surprise.

I sighed against his mouth, thighs clamped around him as my wrists strained against his hold.

The more time that passed, the more needy I became.

Luke made a hoarse sound in his throat and finally released my wrists. His mouth lifted from mine, lingering at the pulse point beneath my ear before he kissed down the side of my neck.

He made his way to my breasts, and with my freedom back, my fingers went straight into his hair.

He kissed between my breasts, inhaling there as if I’d become his favourite smell. Then he cupped them both, and his lips closed around my nipple, giving the bud a long suck.

My eyes drifted shut as I gripped his hair. “Keep doing that.”

He didn’t lift his head or comment. Just moved to my other breast and gave it the same attention.

I wanted his mouth and hands everywhere. He kissed a bruise on my ribs. Trailed his finger over a scratch on my collarbone.

My sighs slipped into moans, and my body moved under him.

Luke smiled and gave my lower lip the gentlest clip with his teeth. “You’re getting a little desperate.”

“Shut up.” I breathed a laugh and dragged his mouth to mine.

After a long, messy kiss, he eased back and swept my hair away from my face. “I like you like this,” he said.

“Like what?”

“Just about ready to beg.”

Wow. We’d see about begging. I smiled and reached between us, wrapping my hand around his length, warm and hard against my palm.

He drew a deep, shuddering breath and kept still as I rubbed the wet tip between my thighs.