Awakening (11 page)

"You're mad because I'm suggesting sex and nothing else?"

He was clenching his fists and spitting fire at me with his eyes.

"Hell yes, I am!" He yelled.

"This is ridiculous!
I want you. You, Luke! It's been two years since I've wanted anyone! When I saw you the other day the connection was instant. You know what I'm talking about. It's always been there between us. And now that we finally have a chance to explore it together, you shut me down because I don't know if I want a relationship?"

I searched his eyes for some sign that I was
accurately describing the situation, but he stood there angry as ever. I blew out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, feeling deflated.

"I just...
I know I need to move on with my life, but I'm not sure how. Everything is such a mess right now and I don't know if I can handle a relationship. But believe me, if I were going to have one with anybody, it would be you. I've always wanted to be with you Luke."

I pulled the overly large shirt over my head as I walked to the fire. It hung down to my knees, but it smelled like him. I sank to the floor in front of the fireplace, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around my shins. The rain started again
, echoing my mood as I stared into the fire. I didn't hear him walk over to stand near me until he spoke.

"
It isn't that I don't want you, because I'd like nothing better than to bury myself inside you right now. But I don't want just sex Caroline. I've wanted you to be a part of my life since the first time I saw you all those years ago, and you're finally here. It would be impossible for me to sleep with you and let you walk away," he said gruffly. "I can't let you go again. I won't."

I looked up at him, sad, aroused, hopeful. A moment later he knelt down behind me wordlessly. My senses were heightened by his proximity. I waited as long as I could for him to do something, but when nothing happened, I turned to him. Again, he said nothing, but he lifted my hand and placed it palm side down over his heart, a silent offering for me to take what I would and leave the rest intact. It was apparent that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
For once I just followed my heart.

I
slid my arms around his waist and up over the muscles in his back, pulling myself against him. I looked into his eyes, trying to convey my desire for him without words. I pressed up onto my knees and slowly touched my mouth to his. That was all the motivation he needed to take over.

In one fluid motion he had me on my feet, pulled the borrowed t-shirt over my head and hauled me up against him once more. He kissed me like he could never get enough and I matched him as best as I could. My belly was on fire for his touch but I couldn't get close enough to him this way. Forcibly, I pushed myself away from him and pulled my sports bra over my head revealing my full breasts to his hungry eyes.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

In two steps his mouth was on me. His tongue was incredible
, flicking over one nipple and then the other until I strained against him.

He set me down long enough to remove my bike shorts
and panties, and then sat on the loveseat and pulled me down on top of him, straddling his thighs like earlier.
When did he have time to remove his shorts?

My bare skin burned where it pressed against his chest and thighs. The thic
k length of his manhood stood at attention against my exposed flesh. I was grinding against him, willing him to end my torment.

"Luke, please."

We were eye to eye. His lust filled emerald depths questioning me silently one last time. I answered him with a kiss and he slowly pushed into me, filling me inch by glorious inch. Shockwaves rocked through my body. A moan escaped me as he sat still, allowing me a moment to adjust to his size. He trailed kisses across my collarbone and down to my breasts again. When I pitched against him with desire he began to move with slow steady strokes, increasing in speed and intensity.

I was in heaven, every nerve ending in my body singing along to his rhythm. I felt the muscles in his back working, his biceps flexing as he cupped my bottom and drove into me. All my fears, insecurities and inhibitions were gone in that moment. There was nothing else but Luke and the wonderful
feelings he was drawing out of me.

A tingling sensation radiated through my limbs as the heat began to build at my center. I leaned back, placing my hands on his knees, pulling him deeper as I increased the pace. He adjusted the angle so I could feel him more fully, bringing him in contact with the most sensitive area of my upper wall. My arms almost buckled at the blinding pleasure that ripped through me, but Luke was there, grabbing my wrists, helping me maintain the position that was driving me higher and higher.

I could feel sweet fire beginning to pulse through me, building and churning. He released my wrists and reclaimed his grip on my ass as he thrust into me powerfully, sending me skyrocketing towards release. As I contracted around him, I arched my back and dug my nails into his shoulders, calling out his name. He slowed, letting me ride wave after wave of delicious ecstasy.

"That was... incredible," I managed
breathlessly.

I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to steady my ragged breathing and calm my racing heart.

After a moment, he slipped out of me and I felt the loss immediately. I sat back and looked at him, a sheen of sweat on his brow and across his chest. I leaned in to kiss him and felt fire burning in my belly again. He had taken the edge off, but I didn't feel sated. I wanted more.

As soon as the thought entered my head, I realized I could feel him still hard against my inner thigh. I looked at him with question in my eyes.

"That," he said, kissing my nose. "Was just for you. The next one will be for both of us."

My body hummed with excitement at his words. He stood with me and carried me to the cot, laying me down and covering my body with his.

He kissed me languidly, as if savoring it and then made his way to my breasts. I writhed beneath him, feeling the tension building in me as his tongue flicked it's way around one nipple and then the other. I wanted him back inside me and I angled my hips as if trying to capture him. Finally, when I thought I would lose my mind, he had mercy on me and pushed at my entrance. He slid in just a little, teasing me. I could feel his muscles tense as I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper with my heels, but he pulled back.

My need for him had intensified tenfold in the last few minutes. I had never felt this much yearning before and I needed to be full of him again. I felt like I was going to explode and I wanted him fast and hard.

"Luke, please..." I whimpered, undulating my hips, trying to get some friction.

He paused and looked at me for a moment, as I tried to convey my need with my eyes.

"Tell me what you want Savannah."

"You inside me..."

He smirked.

"You can do better than that. How do you want it?" He teased.

Damn, is he really going to make me say it out loud? Again I tried to raise my hips, showing him, but he held me in place. I was growing frustrated, but by the look in his eye, he wasn't going to do anything else until I asked for it.
Oh, what the hell!

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered.

"What was that?"

"FUCK
ME!" I shouted at him, my heart racing as I cried out words I never thought I'd say.

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than he drove into me, burying himself to the h
ilt. I moaned into his shoulder at the incredible sensation of him stretching me. He thrust into me, once, twice. When he left again, I cried out in agony.

He wrestled an arm under my waist and flipped me over, jerking my hips towards his and slamming back into me. I convulsed in sheer bliss, grinding against him and matching his pace.
He was amazing. I had never felt anything so intensely in my life. My skin tingled as he took me mercilessly; giving me exactly what I asked for, and burning me down in the process. Just as I thought I couldn't possibly take any more, he reached around to rub his fingers over my swollen clit bringing me to the brink and then pausing, over and over, building and rebuilding the intensity until I thought I might explode if he didn't give me release. I was teetering on the edge of sanity, caught up in the excruciatingly acute pleasure he was building, when he finally plunged into me one last time, sending me spiraling into oblivion. He let out a guttural sound joining me somewhere between pleasure and pain and collapsed on top of me, spent.

He rolled to my side and I kissed his temple as I ran my hands through his hair. For several minutes we laid there trying to calm our breathing, before he rolled to his feet, picking me up and carr
ied me back to the rug. He spread our blanket on the floor in front of the fire and found another in the wardrobe I had missed earlier. We settled down between the blankets.

I laid my head on his chest, trying to find the right words to say. I felt amazing, and I stretched my sated body against him, relishing the hard planes of his body.

"How was that?" He asked with a hint of arrogance.

I smiled into his side.

"Eh, I've had better," I joked.

"Oh really? What was that you said earlier? 'Luke, please... fu-,'" he started, failing to pull off a good imitation of my voice as I elbowed him in the ribs.

He brushed my salty, sweat laden hair away from my face and kissed me on the forehead.

"Seriously though," I moved to look at him. "It was
..." I searched for words. "Indescribably good."

His face broke into a huge grin.

"It was, wasn't it?

Giggling, I curled into him as we both drifted off to sleep.

~~~~

I woke during the wee hours of the morning. My bladder was full and my hip was killing me from laying on the hard floor in one position for several hours. Luke's arm was heavy over my waist, and as I tried to slip out from under him and the blankets, he rolled on his back, turning his face towards me. Dark lashes fell over his tanned cheeks, and a day's worth of stubble graced his jaw. His muscular shoulders peeked out from the blanket as his upper chest rose and fell with his breaths. He really was beautiful; I could look at him for hours.

While I was washing my hands in the bathroom I peeked out the little window to see the clear night sky. The storm had finally moved out. As I was turning to dry my hands I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw a shape move behind the bushes. I shivered, and walked back to the small window, looking out into the night. I saw it again, the shape of a man! Someone was out there.

"
Luke!" I whisper yelled, throwing open the bathroom door.

"What is it?" He asked groggily, sitting up.

"There's someone sneaking around outside! I saw them through the bathroom window!"

He was on his feet in an instant, grabbing his shorts and pulling them on over his nakedness. He rummaged in a kitchen drawer, grabbing and checking a flashlight for batteries.

"You stay here," he whispered. "Don't come out, no matter what you hear."

He turned to open the door.

"Luke!" I called to him and he looked back at me. "Please be careful."

I waited for several tense minutes, trying to see through the dirty glass of the windows at the front of the cabin, but I couldn't make out anything. Another few minutes later I heard a board creak near the front and I stood stiffly against the wall as the front door swung open. When I saw Luke walk in, I let out a big breath.

"Did you see anything?" I asked, crossing to him.

"I thought I heard something, but when I swung the light on it, it was gone. I'll have to check again in the morning, see if I see any footprints."

Luke put the flashlight down on the table and grabbed my upper arms. I hadn't thought to cover myself and his eyes travelled from my face all the way down to my feet, taking their time to devour me on their way down.

"Hey you," he said
, shrugging out of his shorts again. "Let's get back under the blanket."

I giggled as we
walked back to our makeshift bed. I laid down, resting my head on his chest as his fingers began to trace a lazy trail along my back as mine made circles across his abdomen.

"I can't believe this is what we were missing all that time," I whispered.

He squeezed me closer and kissed the top of my head. "I think I'm falling for you," he said, matter-of-factly.

I stopped breathing and my heart jumped into my throat.

"Savannah, I've loved you from the first moment we met," he started again. "You were just sitting there in the yard, trying to distract yourself from whatever argument was taking place inside the house... You looked so sweet and innocent and I just wanted to protect you. The summers we spent together are some of the best memories of my life." He trailed off and then started again. "I spent years pretending that every girl I was with was you. Trying to forget that you weren't mine. Then after Mark's death, I realized how little time we actually have on this earth and I started to put my life back together. I never thought I would see you again after that, but now that you're here, I don't ever want to let go again."