A Tender Touch: A Donnelley Brother's Novel (Logan Point Book 4) (20 page)

Pressing my naked body against his, Luke stumbled a little with the candle from the bathroom in his hand. “Whoa, pretty girl.” He chuckled. “A little impatient?”

“I want you in my bed - with me.” I nuzzled his throat, standing on my tiptoes as I hung tight to his shoulders. Nipping his shoulder, I breathed erotically. “I want you inside me.”

“Fuck me.” He hissed, his free arm winding around the small of my waist. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Never.” I shook my head, disentangling my limbs from his I walked backward to the edge of the bed.

When I felt my legs hit the bed, I slowly lowered myself to the edge. I watched as Luke moved to the small bedside table before placing the little candle on the surface. The only light in the room was the golden flickering of the amber flame.

As Luke moved to the bed, I pushed my entire body onto the surface, lying down on my back only moments before he climbed above me. The flickering of the flame cast shadows on the wall, and as Luke lowered his body to mine, I watched our two shadows become one.

Sliding one arm beneath my neck, I felt him settle his body between my legs. My heart was racing in my chest, dancing to a melody of love and lust. I’d come twice already and I knew I was in for another earth shattering orgasm. Hell, just the thought of him there - against me - made my body ache with the swell of rushing pleasure.

“I love you.” I gazed up into his eyes, loving the way he looked down at me with more passion than I ever thought could be in one man’s eyes.

“I love you.” He whispered. And then I felt his hips shift upward and his heavy length settled against me. It was hot and throbbing and wonderful - and I wanted more.

Circling my legs around his hips, I silently begged him for more - but he didn’t deepen his teasing thrusts. Instead, he continued the motion of pulling his hips back and sliding his silky length away from me and then down again. He moved his cock through my lips, never once entering me, until I was certain I would orgasm just from the constant stroking of his silky warmth.

“Please,” I begged.

He lifted himself onto his forearms, lowering his mouth to my breasts where he pulled in an erect nipple. Swirling his tongue around the swollen bud, I felt my breathing hitch as I arched my back, pleading for so much more than my suddenly simple mind could imagine.

“Oh God, Luke.” I whimpered, letting my knees fall to the side as he rocked himself against me again while sucking my breast hard and then soft.

There were so many sensations, my mind didn’t know which to concentrate on - and I was certain that in only a short time, my entire being would short circuit.

Then, when I thought I couldn’t take another moment, Luke pushed himself back to kneel between my legs. I watched as he moved from the bed to pick up his pants that he’d worn at the wedding. Sliding his hand into the pocket, he pulled out a small package and I felt my eyes widen.

“Is that a condom?”

He nodded. “You’re not on birth control, are you?”

“No.” I shook my head. “But isn’t a condom a bit presumptuous?”

He cocked a grin. “No. It’s fucking hopeful.”

I giggled, watching with a fast paced heart as he sheathed the clear rubber over his silky length. This was it. It was finally going to happen. The moment I had waited nearly twenty-three years for was here. I was finally going to know what it meant to be a woman who loved a man.

Slowly, Luke lowered himself once more over me. Slipping one arm beneath my neck, his other moved between us to his swollen penis. “Are you sure?” He asked again.

“I’ve never been more certain.”

He pressed his lips to mine slowly. “You’re so perfect, pretty girl.”

I felt him settle himself once again between my legs, and then I felt his hand move his cock along the crease of my lips, spreading me.

My breath caught in my throat and I tensed in apprehension. Still, he didn’t push himself inside me. Instead, he worked me over and over again with his tip. Every time he ran his cock over the swell of my clit, a pressure built inside of me, and then he’d run it lower and I would feel the tensing in my lower belly as I prepared myself for his entrance.

“Relax.” His command was gentle and caressing. “I’ll take it slow.”

“I’m trying.” My breathing had turned heavy, almost panicked. “I’m trying, Luke.”

“Love,” he whispered, dropping his lips to mine, I felt his tip settle at my entrance - and then I felt him push.

The thick tip of his cock pressed into the wet warmth of my pussy with an ease that surprised me. He was only about an inch of the way inside, and although he was definitely stretching me, it hadn’t hurt. As he moved in pulsing motions inside and out, inside and out, inside and out that small inch, I felt my muscles relax and the trembling of my lips as I kissed him ceased. And then I felt him move another inch. Again, it didn’t hurt. It was wonderful and filling and clean. Kissing him passionately, as I pulled his chest down to mine, I felt his body shake - and then I realized that he was holding back for me. He was straining to take it slow - so slow - for me.

Kissing him once again, I whispered, “I’m ready. Take me.”

And he did.

Sinking deep, I felt his cock fill me until I felt as though I might explode. There was a sharp pinch as he settled himself deep inside my body - and I felt him throbbing there as I regained my control.

I hadn’t realized I’d cried out in surprise until I heard his voice pushing past the ringing in my ears. “Are you alright? Ember? Did I hurt you?”

“What?” I breathed, before shaking my head. “No.” I kissed him again and felt relief pass through from him to me in the kiss. “Please move.”

He did. Pulling back, he thrust forward. He repeated this motion slow and even, until my muscles relaxed once again and I forgot the pain as pleasure overrode it. Before I knew it, I was meeting him thrust for thrust, pushing my hips into his. Together, we climbed the ladder of ecstasy - and together, we exploded.

***

I lay awake staring at the sun spilling into the window of my little bedroom as I recounted last night’s events. I’d only had the pleasure of feeling Luke inside me once throughout the night. He’d only had the one condom, which was a serious downer, because I’d wanted to go for round two and three and four - but I wasn’t ready for a baby.

It had surprised me when Luke said he didn’t mind playing against the risky odds of sex with no condom, because he was the one who’d remembered to use one the first time. If he hadn’t brought a condom out from his pants pocket, I never would have even thought to use one, which is just down right silly because the last thing I was ready for was a baby - but God, I did love making love to Luke.

First order of business this morning was to get my hands on a box of condoms - or two.

Although I hadn’t consented to partaking in the risky sex with no condom, Luke had made me come in other ways - with his mouth, fingers, and even his cock (although he’d never moved inside) and I used my mouth and hands on him once again.

Considering how much sleep I’d foregone to experience all that was Luke, I was surprised I was awake so early.

Shifting in the bed, I felt Luke tense against me as he pulled me closer against him. “Good morning, pretty girl.”

“Good morning, handsome boy.”

“Man.” He corrected and I giggled. “You think that’s funny?” I continued to giggle and he pulled my hips roughly against his swollen cock once again.

“How are you hard again?” I demanded through my giggling fit.

“I have a pretty woman in bed with me. How can I not be hard?”

I wiggled against him. “What do you want?” I wiggled again. “My mouth or my hands?”

He gripped my hips. “I want to sink myself deep inside you, pretty girl. I’ll admit I love your mouth and hands - but fuck, I love your pussy.”

I blushed scarlet at his blunt words. “We can’t. I don’t have any condoms.”

“I know.” He growled. “That’s why we’ll be doing this all over again - at my house - where I have condoms.”

“Okay.” I agreed. “Until then?”

“Until then, I think we need breakfast or I won’t have the energy to keep up with my little sex machine.”

“What?” I sat up in the bed and glared down at his laughing face. “I am not a sex machine!”

“You’re insatiable.” He insisted.

“Maybe you’re just that good.” I retorted and for a moment, he looked like he was going to argue, and then he shrugged.

“Alright, pretty girl. I can live with that.” He winked. “I’m just that good.”

Chapter 20

Everything has been wonderful this past week. Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say it was Luke and I who were on our honeymoon instead of Hadley and Collin - but I did know better. We weren’t on our honeymoon - we were just existing in the blissful stage of our relationship that was the honeymoon stage.

Yes, we were in a relationship. And yes, I loved this whole, being in a relationship thing. In all honesty, it was working for me. I mean, it was really, really, working for me.

Every morning, I awoke to a wonderful man who made me feel like I was a wonderful woman. And every moment where I thought, maybe I wasn’t quite ready for this, he quelled those fears with a quick and surprising ease. I knew Luke loved me - and every day I had asked myself how.

How had I wrangled the heart of a man like Luke?

How was I the blessed woman in the millions who crossed his path in their lifetime?

How was I so fortunate as to fall in love with a man who loved me - when my mother had fallen for a man who’d never loved her - not even a little?

How had I become the lucky one?

Over the past week, Luke and I had over-indulged in each other. There hadn’t been a lot of talking, or movie watching, or even eating. Instead, there had been a whole lot of sex. Oh, and the sex - the sex was freaking amazing! Actually, it was life-changing, eye-opening sex. Have I mentioned that Luke was a sex God? Well, he was.

On top of all the body-to-body action we’d indulged in, Luke had been the perfect man in every aspect of the word. He accompanied me in bubble baths, and although he played with the bubbles rather than relaxing in them - he was still there with me. He never failed to work the tension from my muscles after a long day of riding with his God-like fingers and, get this, massage oil! Yes, Luke Donnelley knew how to use massage oil! The man was like a sensual machine - and he called me the sex machine!

Exactly eight days had passed since the big wedding. Today was Sunday. We were just arriving at the barn from our last tour ride of the day - and I was more than ready to call the day quits. I still had to go over Tuesday’s tours, as Monday was our day off.

As I guided my horse into the stall and jumped down, I felt my lower belly flutter at the thought of spending the day in with Luke. Rather, I just wanted to spend the day with him in general, possibly in a bed.

Hell, if someone had told me I’d be a sex fiend after my first time, I would have laughed in their face. But damn, I was really beginning to feel like a sex fiend. Or maybe I was just addicted to Luke.

Patting down my horse, I gave her long neck a good scratch as she leaned into me appreciatively. After giving her loving, I removed her saddle before brushing her down. After about an hour of working on my horse, which was something I loved doing, I washed my hands in the bathroom and moved to the office to look over Tuesday’s tours.

Planting my palms down on the desk, I sighed as I read over the plans and tours for Tuesday. I was zoned out on the paper when Luke walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Hey.” I greeted him absently.

“Hey.” I heard his deep voice sound behind me, and then I felt his hand inch its way up the back of my tank top.

Wiggling beneath his hand, I hissed. “What are you doing?” Pressing his hips into my backside, I felt the swell of his length against my ass and my breath caught. “Oh.”

I heard him grin. “The doors locked, love.” He said in a low voice. “And I want you now.”

“You do?” I breathed. We hadn’t done anything like this - risky. Every time we’d had sex, we had been in the privacy of either my cabin or Luke’s house. “But, there’s people in the barn.”

“There are.” His hands moved around my waist to the button on my jeans. Before I knew it, his expert fingers had unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to my knees.

“Luke!”

He leaned into me, pushing my front into the desk as he aimed to close the gap between his lips and my ear. “I guess you’re going to have to be quiet - unless you want them to know what we’re doing.”

“We can’t.”

“We can, pretty girl.” I felt his hand sink into my panties, quickly finding the wet proof of my excitement. “You want this.”

“I do.” I shifted my butt against his front. “So bad.”

Luke didn’t have to say anything else, and neither did I. Biting my lower lip into my mouth, I closed my eyes as he pulled my panties down to my knees where my jeans were resting as I listened to the erotic sound of his zipper falling. And then I listened to the sound of the condom packet tearing, before he sheathed himself. And then I felt him there against me.

Holding my hips against the table, Luke shifted forward, pushing inside me.

Shocked at the angle of his entrance, a small cry escaped my lips before I slapped my hand over my mouth - conscious of the others who were still in the barn.

“Shhh, pretty girl.” Luke warned with humor. “We wouldn’t want people to know what we’re doing.” He shifted his hips forward again, sinking deeper and deeper, until he was balls beep. Stilling there, he whispered. “Is this alright?”

“God, yes.” I breathed a whispered reply. “More.”

That was all I had to say for Luke to lose himself inside of me. And I loved when he lost himself inside of me. The feeling of his absent control as he pounded deep, hitting me at a new angle every time, was exquisite in its painful pleasure. I could have taken him again and again all night long, but I knew we had to make this quick. So when his motions became fast and sharp and his hand moved around to my front to find my clit, I let myself shatter around him without further prompting.