Luke's Absolution (The Colloway Brothers Book 3) (17 page)

“Luke, please.”

My hips begin moving, trying to get what I now so desperately need, but the quick squeeze of his hands stops me, holding me still. With great effort, I pry open my lids to see him staring at me with the same look he had the last time we made love.

Awe. Pure and utter reverence.

My heart liquefies.

Then my face is in his hands and that determination I saw when he told me he’d fight for me is back in full force. “I want this. Us. Jesus, I’m…stop fighting it,
me
. Tell me you’ll give us a chance.”

I nod and feel him marginally relax.

“No more denying this. Say it.”

“No more denying.”

“No more dancing.”

I shake my head. “I’m a terrible dancer.”

A corner of his mouth briefly turns up. “Yes. You are.”

His molten eyes search mine. He struggles for a few seconds to speak and it doesn’t take me long to understand why. Being openly vulnerable is like flaying your own skin. “I—God, I’ve
never
felt like this before, Addy. About
anyone
.” And I get what he’s telling me. I also didn’t realize I needed to hear it.

“Me either,” I confess softly, raising my hand to stroke his jaw. Then I add, “Don’t hurt me, Luke. Please.”

His mouth drops to mine, branding it in a hot, passionate kiss. “Only in ways that feel good, baby.”

Grabbing the hem of my top, he draws it over my head. His gaze snaps to my breasts, which are full and needy, aching for the suction of his mouth, the bite of his teeth. Lifting his smoky eyes back to mine, he stays silent as he hooks his fingers in my panties and pulls them down my legs, leaving me physically bare and emotionally vulnerable.

Taking my hands, which are wrapped tightly around the edge of the counter, he sets them behind me, so it appears that I’m casually leaning back like I’m lying out, worshipping the sun instead of about to be worshipped by him. Then he pulls on my hips until my ass is barely balancing on the ledge. I have to lean back farther to keep from falling off. Finally, Luke spreads my legs so far apart, I’m quite sure I look obscene from his angle, all splayed open for his searing perusal.

“Don’t move, Addy. A single muscle or I promise you I’ll make it so you can’t.” The lust that thickens his voice to the point it’s gruff and husky sends hot sparks thundering through my blood. When he leans down and latches onto a pebbled nipple, sucking hard, I gasp at the pleasure and let my head fall back. My arms wobble and he winds one of his behind my back for support. I hope that doesn’t count as moving a muscle. Or maybe I do. The thought of being tied up and completely at his mercy is exhilarating.

I suck in a sharp breath when I feel biting cold against my neglected nipple, a complete contrast to the heat currently wrapped around the other. I whip my head up to see Luke’s grabbed the popsicle and is circling my areola. Cold, flavored water now runs in rivers down my breast and stomach. Luke’s lips quickly travel over to the hardened nub and it takes only seconds for it to warm under his attention, the fiery sensation waning.

“Fuck, you taste good, baby,” he murmurs against my sticky flesh, his tongue lapping at me like a cat. “Been dying for it.”

He stands, the frozen treat still in hand. Delight dances in his hazel depths as he brings it to the other nipple. Repeating his earlier actions he ignores my breathy protests, except this time, he doesn’t lean down to lick it off. He lets the syrupy goodness drip as he takes his time coating both of my breasts before running a path straight to my center.

When he reaches my open slit, he pauses, eyes snaring mine, daring me stop him. Daring me to move. Daring me to say no.

Daring.

“You wouldn’t,” I whisper, unsure if I want him to continue or stop.
Continue
. Definitely continue.

“Oh, but I would. This is number twenty-two on the bucket list, fireball,” he hums. I almost laugh until he slowly pushes the ice cold frozen dessert into my hot, aching sex.

“Luke, fuck…” My hips buck, my mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“Don’t. Fucking. Move,” he growls, desire punctuating each syllable. He holds me firmly in place with one hand as he continues his merciless assault on my tender tissues. “So goddamn sexy,” he mumbles.

“Ahhhh,” I cry out when he pushes deeper. I’ve never felt sensations like the ones currently battering my core. Fire. Ice. Burning in my very center from the inside out. I want to escape and I never want him to stop. I feel unbelievably sexy and hedonistic as cool, melted water drips, pooling under my ass.

Then he’s withdrawing it and the worst of the fiery feeling abates, coolness lingering in its place.

“Addy, look at me,” he grates roughly.

My eyes flutter open.

“You’re fire everywhere, sweetheart,” he tells me before putting what’s left of the Bomb Pop in his mouth and sucking. He closes his eyes briefly in pure rapture.

Fuck. That. Is. Hot.

“I’ll never eat another one of these again without thinking about your pussy. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat another one of these again without taking a little dip first because this is the best fucking Bomb Pop I have ever tasted.”

“God,” I breathe. I’ll never again be able to walk by the freezer aisle without my thighs clenching. Ever.

“I need to hear you moan. Scream. Writhe in pleasure under my tongue.” He abandons the sliver of ice left on the stick and swoops down, his cool tongue meeting my still cool core, licking from bottom to top. Two fingers enter me on a hard thrust as suction on my clit has me shattering into a million brilliant pieces within seconds.

“Again,” he demands against my now sensitive sex.

Now Luke takes his time. He circles my clit slowly, then flicks fast, ending with a tiny bite before starting all over again. His fingers push in and out on a quicker pace, setting a perfect rhythm like he’s in time with a metronome.

Circle.

Flick.

Bite.

Again and again, until I’m splintering in two as I ride the wave of pure heat running through my veins. I burst free and float. I feel the flip to gravity switch off and I’m hovering aimlessly in space, never wanting to return to earth.

“You back, baby?” he asks huskily. I’ve been so lost in pleasure I hadn’t realized his clothes are completely missing, but don’t put out an APB. Trust me on this.

He’s lying over me, our hands entwined and our arms stretched out over my head. I don’t know when I laid down, but I now register the hardness of the countertop beneath me, and I can’t make myself give a damn. Luke’s hips are moving back and forth, causing his steely cock to rub along my wetness, coating himself thickly with me.

“You good?”

“More than,” I pant, not understanding how just rubbing his shaft on the outside of my sex can feel so damn good.

“Are you on the pill, Addy?” he rasps in my ear before nipping my lobe hard, drawing a moan from me.

His question makes me nervous. I’ve never had sex before without a condom. I’ve never trusted anyone enough to do so, I guess, but so help me, the thought of having Luke be the first man inside me like that sends a fiery zing of eagerness rippling through me. All of a sudden my body is craving his seed on some type of biological level and there’s no way I can deny its call.

“IUD.”

Our eyes lock. “I want to fuck you raw, Addy. I need to feel my cock slide over each wet, hot ridge as I claim you, brand you. As I own your body and steal your soul.”

“Luke…”

I realize his head has slipped shallowly inside as he was talking. Hand to God, it feels so damn good I think I’m going to come again. With each word, he slips inside further. “I’m going to come,” I choke.

“Fuuuck,” he curses long under his breath, teeth now scraping my neck. “Is that a yes, baby?”

“I’ve—I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I admit.

He draws back and the look on his face can only be described as triumphant. “You haven’t?”

“No.”

His smile blinds me, rendering me speechless. “Me either. So I guess that means I’m yours and you’re mine.”

Hot sparks of yearning pelt me where we’re about to be joined bare for the first time and I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to, which I don’t. “Fuck me, Luke. Please.”

The words have no sooner left my lips than his mouth slams to mine, and he thrusts violently inside me, seated to the hilt in one long drive.

“Jesus, Addy. Fuck me. You feel so good,” he grates, breath mingling with mine. He holds himself still as he stands and I can feel him pulse against my walls as he places my legs over his shoulders and palms the back of my neck with one hand while gripping my hip hard with the other. Strong fingers dig into my flesh and I know this time I’ll have the trophies I craved last time.

“You’re fucking mine now,” he grits before withdrawing slowly and slamming back as quickly and brutally as the first drive. Withdrawing again, he repeats the same process. My eyes roll back. Jesus, the man is brilliant in bed. Or the kitchen. Whatever. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to watch them glaze over. I want to watch you slowly unravel, baby.”

And by slowly, he means excruciatingly
slooowly
. He brings me to the edge repeatedly yet doesn’t let me fall over, changing his pattern frequently so my body has to readjust. As I near the high again, he pulls back and alters his cadence, his depth.

“I love the way your walls clench my cock, baby.” I bear down again and he moans loudly, briefly letting his head fall. I delight in my feminine prowess to bring this man to his knees right before me. Turnabout is fair play. I do it again as he withdraws and his nostrils flare. “Fuuuck,” he curses lowly.

“Stop teasing. Please.”

“Please, what fireball?” he torments. The bastard knows exactly what I want. “Plead, Addy. Beg me to let you come.”

Now, under normal circumstances, the last thing I would do is beg a man for anything, but right now Luke Colloway owns me. He owns my body, my mind, my heart, all of which have reluctantly been slipping away to him these past weeks. And now he’s taking the last piece I have to give; I do it freely, which ironically is the hardest one for me to let go of.

He finally owns my will.

“Please, Luke. Please. I need to come.”

“Fuck, I love it when you submit. It humbles me, baby.”

Then he does what I so sweetly begged for and within five hard thrusts, lets me soar headlong into rapture, the white lights behind my eyelids temporarily blinding me. Pleasure so profound surges through me when he follows on a loud growl; I lose myself completely, forgetting even where I am.

When I’m coherent again, Luke’s lying over me, panting, lips skimming along my jawline.
Huh
. I may have to rethink this begging thing. It turned out well for me. Very well indeed.

“Swear to God, I’ve never felt anything that good. Perfect, all of you,” he mutters against my now goose-pebbled flesh, hands roaming all over me. Even with a good fucking like the one Luke just gave me, he’s made me feel nothing short of cherished and cared for and maybe even loved.

“Utopia, right?” My voice sounds rough, like sandpaper. Could be the screaming I’ve been doing for the last half hour. I hope I didn’t wake the neighbors.

“Fucking A, right. Come on. We’re a mess.”

“A good mess, though.”

As he extricates himself from me, his gaze is still laced with barely controlled heat. “This is going back on the list.”

I laugh. “Except next time, it’s my turn.”

A wicked smile spreads his lips. “If you insist.”

Then I’m in his arms, being carried through the living room, down the hall, and into my bathroom. He sets me down and turns on the shower, steam filling the small space quickly.

Pulling me into the fiberglass compartment, he backs me up against the cool hardness, drawling before taking my lips in another scorching kiss, “I’m not nearly done with you yet, fireball. In fact, I’m quite sure I’ll never be done with you.”

Luke grabs my loofah and some shower gel, lathering the sponge until it’s nice and foamy and drops to his haunches in front me. Picking up one foot, then the other, he starts to gently soap up my body. I can only lean against the shower wall for support as I watch him treat me like some precious piece of antique handblown glass. Once again, this is something no man has ever done for me. When I told Luke I wanted to be first, I didn’t realize that I was setting a whole series of firsts into motion. My heart is so full right now it feels like it’s going to burst.

Traitorous tears spring to life and I can’t avert my eyes quickly enough when his gaze sweeps up my body.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks, almost panicked, completely forgetting about cleaning me as he drops the loofah to the shower floor.

I shake my head, unable to talk for fear of sobbing like a baby. Just what a man wants after he’s fucked your brains out, a woman who goes into complete meltdown. Not cool.

Cupping my cheeks, he looks deeply into my eyes. “God, Addy, please tell me you don’t regret this.”

“No. I couldn’t,” I manage to say through a clogged throat.

“Thank Christ.” Putting his forehead to mine, he closes his eyes, releasing a long, shaky breath. “You’re scared, aren’t you?”

I nod, my own eyes closed.

“So am I, baby. I’ve never given a woman the power to destroy me before.”

I have
, I want to say. Too many times.
And now I’ve just cracked open my chest and handed my heart to you to do with what you will.
But now doesn’t seem like the time to mention that as we’re standing bare and exposed in more ways than one.

“We do this together, yeah?” he says softly.

“Together,” I agree.

He presses me into the now warm fiberglass, lips working their way across my collarbone as his hand works its way back to my sopping center. After the multiple orgasms he just gave me in the kitchen, I wouldn’t think I could get aroused for a week, but that pool of desire starts to build again as his fingers dive in and he groans. His intense want for me pulses against my thigh.

“Addy, I need to fuck you again. Now.”

“I need you to fuck me again. Please.” I’ve never needed anything more.