With Me in Seattle Bundle One (13 page)

“I’m seducing you.”

“You’re good at it.”  He smiles against my lips.  I grasp his hips, but he pulls back, out of my reach. “Hey!”

“Grab on to the headboard.”

“I want to touch you.”

He lightly kisses me again.  “Trust me, baby.  Hold on to the headboard.”

I reach above me and grab on to the white wooden headboard.

“Keep your hands there, okay?”

“Okay.”

He smiles and kisses my lips once more, then my chin.  I close my eyes and tilt my head back, giving him access to my neck.  He takes advantage and licks all the way down to my collarbone.

He lowers his body down onto mine as he moves down my body.  He clasps one breast in his hand, worrying my sensitive nipple between his fingers while he sucks the other one in his mouth, and it’s a direct hit to my groin.

“Oh shit.” I bow up off the bed, my body zinging in sensation.  He blows softly on the nipple and moves to the other one to pay the same respects.

“So beautiful,” he mutters against my breast.  “I love your breasts.  You fill my hands perfectly.” 

“Can I move my hands now?” I breathe.

“No way.  Keep them where they are.”

“I want to touch you.”

“You will, but don’t move yet.” 

I groan in frustration, and he starts kissing down my torso again.  He laves my belly piercing with his tongue.  “This is so hot.”

“I was thinking about taking it out.”

“Please don’t, I love it.”

“Okay,” I say shyly.

He grins and moves farther down, his hands running down my sides to my hips.  Suddenly, he grips the insides of my thighs and pushes them wide apart.  He rubs his nose over the tattoo on my pubis and moans.

“Who did you have to forgive, baby?”

I gasp and stare down at him with wide eyes.  His eyes meet mine, and I’m mortified to feel tears prick at the backs of my eyes.

“Myself,” I whisper.

“Oh, baby.”  He kisses my tattoo sweetly, his fingers moving up my inner thighs to my center.  He runs one finger down my cleft, from my clitoris to my anus, and I cry out.

“Argh!” Ohmygod!

“Honey, you are so wet.”   His tongue follows his finger, and my hips convulse.  He holds my thighs firmly against the bed, spread wide open for him.

“So sweet.”  He runs that glorious tongue back up to my lips and then presses it inside me, kissing me intimately as if he were kissing my face, his nose pressed against my clitoris.

“Holy shit!” I cry and feel him smile against me.  His hands move around to cup my ass and lift me, and he presses his face into me farther, and he’s taking no prisoners.  He rubs his nose back and forth over my clitoris as his tongue moves around and around inside me, and I am almost afraid of my orgasm.  I come fast and hard, pulling myself with my hands still clenched on the headboard off the bed, calling out Luke’s name, or I think that’s what I’m saying anyway.

I may be speaking in tongues.

He continues the sweet torture until the last tremble moves through me, then he kisses his way up my body, stopping to pay special attention to each breast, and finally lying over me, resting his pelvis on mine, his elbows on each side of my shoulders.  His hard shaft is lying against my very wet center, and when I roll my hips to wrap my legs around him, I feel it slide up and down.

Luke’s eyes clench shut.  “Oh God, Nat, you feel so good.”

“So do you.”  I pull myself up and kiss his lips, tasting him and me.

He moves his hips now, sliding that deliciously large and hard cock up and down my folds, but not slipping inside me yet.  The tip keeps bumping up against my clitoris, shooting sparks of sensation through me.

“Let me touch you,” I beg.

“God, yes, touch me.”

Hallelujah!

I grip his hair in my hands and pull his face to mine.  He kisses me voraciously, and while what he’s doing against my center feels so fantastic, I just want him in me.

“Luke,” I breathe against his mouth.

“What do you need, baby?”

“You. In. Me. Now.” Each word is staccato between kisses.  He groans deep in his throat and finally slips inside me.

Hard.

Oh sweet Jesus! 

“Ah!” He’s pounding into me, over and over, each thrust harder than the last.  His breath is ragged and broken.  I reach down and grab his ass, pulling him harder.

“Oh, Natalie, come with me, baby.”  His words, his voice, are my undoing, and I explode around him.  I am just sensation, as he pushes inside me to the hilt, grinding and grinding, moving back and forth, as he empties himself into me.

I run my fingers up his spine and push them gently through his damp hair as he shudders over me, whispering my name like a prayer.

Chapter Twelve

I love his hair.  It’s just the right length for me to run my fingers through the softness, over and over.  Luke sighs in contentment, his cheek resting against my sternum, and I cradle him in my arms.  We stay this way for a long while, in companionable silence.

When his breathing slows, and I think he’s gone to sleep, he raises his head, kisses my chest where his cheek has been, and our eyes meet. 

“Stay with me this weekend.”

“I thought we’d already established that,” I reply.

“Damn right.”  He kisses me quickly then rolls off me and strolls into the bathroom.  Yes, he has a fine derriere. 

“I have a question,” I call to him in the bathroom.

“Shoot,” he calls back.

“Did you have a butt double in your movie?”  I pull my dress over my head and begin finger-combing my hair, tying it back in a ponytail.

“Uh…”  I hear water running in the sink, and he pokes his head out the door.  “No.”

“Oh.”  How do I feel about this? 

“I thought you didn’t see the movies.”  He flashes his half smile at me.  Swoon!

“I didn’t.  That was a particularly favorite scene of Jules’,” I explain.

“Ah.”  He disappears back into the bathroom for a few minutes then reappears in fresh red boxers—drool!—and pulls on his discarded jeans and white button-down shirt.

“I don’t know how I feel about that,” I murmur as I watch him dress.

“Why?”

“I don’t think I like it that everyone in the free world has seen your ass.”

He pulls me off the bed and against his solid chest, linking his hands at my lower back.

“Why, Natalie, are you jealous?”

“Of about a hundred million girls ogling you?” I raise an eyebrow.  “What’s to be jealous of?”

“Absolutely nothing.”  He gently sweeps his lips over mine in that way he has that makes my knees all weak.  “Your hands and eyes are the only ones I want on my ass, baby.”

“Okay,” I whisper against his mouth.  “If I’m going to stay here this weekend”—I step back out of his arms and grasp his hands in mine—“I need to run home and grab a few things.  I hadn’t planned on a weekend vacation.”

“Let’s go do that now, then come back here.”

“You want to spend all weekend here at the house?”

“Most of it, yes.”  He brings my hands to his lips.  “We can hang out here today, do whatever you want.  Let me cook for you and take care of you.”

My jaw drops. I’m unable to articulate words. 

“And tomorrow, I want you to go to my parents’ house with me for dinner.”

“What?”

“They do a family thing every Sunday, and I think my brother’s in town for the weekend.”

“I can’t meet your family!”  I pull my hands out of his and wrap my arms around my stomach.  Meet his family! 

“Why not?”

“You’ve known me less than a week!”

“So?”

“So?  So!  Luke…”

He quickly grabs my hands again and smiles lazily down into my panicked eyes. “It’s just some burgers on the grill, Nat.  It’s no biggie.  I want you to meet my family.”

“Aren’t we moving kind of fast?”

He scowls and looks down at our hands then back into my eyes.  “You’re staying the weekend with me.  Part of my weekend is spending an afternoon with my family.  I want you to come.”

He wants me to meet his family!  I just can’t quite wrap my head around this.  But he looks so hopeful, and I must admit, part of me is very curious to meet his parents and see where he grew up.

“Okay, I’ll come.”

His eyes light up with boyish excitement.  “You will?”

“Yes, I can’t seem to resist your charms,” I mutter sarcastically.

“Come on.” He slaps my ass and ushers me toward the stairs. “Let’s go get your stuff before I rip that dress off you again.”

***

I am sitting at Luke’s dining room table editing photos.  We spent an hour or so gathering my clothes, necessities and my computer, camera and memory cards from my house, then spent another half hour cleaning up our breakfast. 

Things would have progressed faster had we not been too busy touching, kissing and stealing glances at each other the whole time.

Suddenly, Katy Perry’s song
Teenage Dream
makes a whole lot of sense.

I gaze across the brightly lit living space to Luke’s couch, where he’s lounging casually, his bare feet crossed at the ankle, a stack of movie scripts on the ottoman.  He’s got one of the scripts open on his lap, and he’s biting his thumbnail as he reads.

Visions of me straddling his lap and throwing the script over the back of the couch make me smile, but I turn back to the image on my computer screen.

I’m editing the photos I took while Luke and I were at the falls the other day.  There are about twenty-five of them that are my favorites, and I’ll print and frame them, offering them for sale around town.

As I close the file containing the falls photos, I sense Luke get up and head for the kitchen.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“Just some water, thanks.”  I smile at him and open the next file of photos to edit. These will be much more fun.

The couple I photographed yesterday fills my screen.  Luke steps behind me and sets my water on the table.

“Wow.”

I look up and grin.  “They’re good-looking, aren’t they?”

“They are.  They need to loosen up a bit.”

I laugh.  “The first twenty images get tossed out of every shoot.  It takes at least that long for the client to relax.”

I page through about twenty photos and stop.

“See?  They don’t even know I’m there anymore.”  The blond woman is in a black barely there teddy.  The dark man is sitting on the bed, legs crossed, and she’s straddling his lap, arms around his neck and fingers in his hair, kissing him.

“Yeah, much better.”  He starts to rub my shoulders as he watches me work. “When did you take these?” he asks.

“Yesterday.”  I lean into his hands and moan.  He’s amazing with his hands.

“After our fight.” It isn’t a question.

“Yeah.  Oh God, don’t stop doing that.”

He kisses my head, and I feel him smile.  “I prefer hearing those words come out of that sexy mouth of yours when you’re naked.”

I laugh and lean my head back, looking up at him upside down.

“Later.  I have to finish these.  The client’s already getting a refund, and I want them to have their pictures as soon as possible.”

“Why are they getting a refund?  Nat, they’re fantastic.”

“Because it wasn’t my usual fun session.  I feel bad.”

“I’m sorry.”  He kisses my head again.

“Don’t be.  They’ll be happy with the shots and with getting their money back.  Give me an hour.”

“Okay, take your time, baby.”  He goes back to reading his script, running his hands through his unruly hair, and I can’t help but grin, enjoying our easy camaraderie. 

I put the finishing touches on the last sexy photo of my too-good-looking clients and grin in satisfaction.  Despite my horrible mood yesterday, I rocked these pictures.

“Okay, come look.” 

Luke rises gracefully from the couch and stands behind me again.  I page through each finished image, proud of how they turned out.

“They are amazing.”  He kisses my cheek gently, and I smile wide, glowing in his praise.

“Thank you.  I hope they like them.”

“They’d be idiots not to.  Are you finished for today?”

“Yep, that’s all of them.  I’m all caught up until my session Monday.”  I close my computer down and stand up, stretching.

“How is the reading coming?” I ask, gesturing to his stack of scripts.

“Tedious.  It’s all been crap so far today.”

“No blockbusters in that pile?”  I run my hand down his cheek, unable to keep myself from touching him.

“Definitely not.”  He turns and places a kiss in my palm, and I feel my blood start to hum.

“I’m sorry I’ve been a boring companion this afternoon.”  I smooth both of my hands up over his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him in close, and kiss his chin.

“There is nothing boring about you, baby.”  He turns his head, giving me access to his throat, and I place chaste kisses down to his collarbone.  “Although, now that we’re both done with work…”

“Yes?”  My fingers are in his hair now, pulling his lips down to mine.

“We could do something a little more energetic.”

“What did you have in mind?”  I love the way his hands feel against the small of my back as he pulls me closer to him.

“Are you still naked under this dress?”

“I don’t know,” I say innocently, and widen my eyes.  “Maybe you should check.”

“It’s a tough job, baby.”  He gathers the skirt with his fingers, hiking it up around my hips, and cups my bare bottom in his hands.

“I love your ass.”  He’s nibbling my lips and kneading my butt rhythmically.  Mmm…feels so good.  He slides one hand down between my legs and slips a finger inside me from behind, and I arch against him.

“Oh, Luke…”

“You’re so ready for me, honey.”

“I kept picturing myself attacking you on the couch while you were reading.”

“You did?” His smile is delighted, and he continues to torture me with his finger.

“Yeah, it got me hot.”

“Fuck, Natalie, looking at you gets me hot.”

“Come here.”  I lead him back to the couch and motion for him to sit.  He complies and gazes up at me with bright blue, lustful eyes.

Instead of straddling him, I kneel between his knees and reach for the clasp on his jeans.