Wrecked (Crystal Book Billionaires) (30 page)

“So,” I said and waved my arm out ala Vanna White. “This is the living room.”

“It’s nice.” Luke nodded. “What else do you have?”

I grinned. “Well, if you’ll follow me right this way…”

We walked into the kitchen, and I waved my hand dramatically. “Here you’ll find the kitchen, where I plan on cooking a lot of Ramen noodles and heating up a fair amount of pizza.”

Luke crossed his arms and grinned. “So you can’t cook either. That’s fine. We can learn together.”

Smiling myself, I spun around and continued the tour, going down the little hallway that was so narrow it could only fit one person at a time. “And on your left, you’ll see the bathroom.”

“Very nice, very nice,” Luke commented.

“And down here, at the end of the hall, is the master bedroom.” I halted in the doorway. “It’s also the only bedroom.”

Luke popped his head in to look around. “Cozy. But I can’t help but notice that you seem to have nothing but a bed in here.”

“Ah. Well, see, that’s because this room will only be used for one thing and one thing only.”

He edged his way over to join me in the doorway, his chest bumping up against me. “And what’s that,” he asked, looking down at me.

“Oh, something very special,” I taunted.

“Yes?”

In the lowest voice I could muster, I whispered one word. “Sleep.”

Luke’s face broke into a grin. “You little tease.”

I giggled. “What? Were you expecting me to say something else?”

“You don’t have to say a word.”

Before I even saw him move, his arms were around my waist, lifting me up and carrying me to the bed.

“Luke!” I shrieked.

He placed me down on the bed, his laughter coming out right over mine.

Grasping my braids with both hands, Luke kissed me full on the mouth. With each hot peck, his lips traveled lower, making a trail down my neck and across my shoulder. At the same time, his hands took the lead, pushing the straps of my tank top off my shoulders.

“Wait a second,” I told him, and he pulled back, looking down at me. “I got tested. The paper is in one of my boxes if you want to see it.”

His eyes softened. “I trust you, and I got tested too.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “It’s like we both knew we were coming back to each other.”

A tear slid from the corner of my eye, and he wiped it away with his thumb. “I dreamed of it so many times,” I admitted. “Having you forgive me. Loving me. Holding me again.”

He wiped away another tear. “I know. I dreamed of it too. And here we are.”

“Yeah, here we are. You making all my dreams come true.”

I took in the shakiest breath I’d drawn all day as he gazed down at me, his eyes so completely filled with love. “God, I love you,” he said.

“I love you too.”

Dipping his head, he took my lips with an urgency even hungrier than before. Hot pin pricks of desire popped up wherever Luke touched me, and the place between my thighs burned with need. I lifted the bottom of my tank top and pulled it off, allowing Luke to run his broad palms first over my stomach and then across the mounds of my breasts.

Pulling himself back up, he grasped the top of my bra between his teeth and pulled it down. My bare skin pressed against the warm air, goosebumps dotting across it. Luke lightly ran his hand across one of my nipples, teasing it with his gentle touch.

I sighed and closed my eyes, vaguely aware that the blinds on the window hadn’t been drawn. I couldn’t find it in myself to care though. Luke and I were back together. He was touching me, caring for me… and nothing else mattered.

He kissed my neck again, his hands gently massaging and tugging at my breasts. Little spurts of pleasure traveled through my body, making each touch better than the last.

I grabbed the back of Luke’s hair, pulling at his locks before sending my hands further down to feel the broad expanse of his back. The thick muscles strained against the fabric of his shirt. I reached the end of the cloth and tugged it up, pulling the shirt over his head.

Luke complied, lifting one hand to help get the shirt off. His chest gloriously free, I ran both of my hands down the center of it. His skin was hot and soft, with light hairs popping out of the waistband. Everything about Luke’s body was just as I remembered it, and that in itself was glorious.

I stopped at his belt, letting my fingers suggestively linger there.

Luke growled into my mouth before slipping his tongue out to slide it languidly across my teeth. At the same time, he reached beneath me to unhook my bra. The garment finally fully released, he took it and threw it to the floor.

I ran my hands over the bulge in his pants, pushing against the heat there. Luke ground his hips down into my touch, biting my lip while he did so.

Hands trembling, I worked at the belt and zipper. The desire was eating me up, making me feel as if I would go insane if I didn’t soon get Luke’s naked body on top of mine. Even though it had only been six weeks, those days felt like a lifetime. Not knowing if I would ever touch Luke again, I’d tried to keep fantasies of him at bay. Now, though, I had him back, and it was better than any dream could ever prove to be.

The belt finally came undone, and I pushed Luke’s pants down off his hips. He shimmied his waist, helping the jeans to slide down. Only his boxers remained, leaving one thin layer of cotton between us.

Instead of allowing me to remove his underwear, Luke held his hips back at a distance. Slipping his hands from the outside to the inside of my thighs, he found my panties. Moist, they were stuck tight to my skin. Luke fisted them in one hand and tugged. A little thrill went through me. Was Luke about to take the kink to the next level and rip them off?

Instead of tearing the underwear in half, he pulled them down my thighs, extending my legs to pull them all the way off. I watched, the simple sight of him in action doubling my desire.

With my clothes removed, I was left naked in bed, Luke’s legs straddling mine. Gazing down at me, he ran his hands up to my shoulders and slowly slid them down my sides and over my curves.

“I love you,” he whispered so softly his voice could have been carried in on the breeze.

I tried to suck in a breath and respond, but something caught in my throat. I swallowed hard, my eyes becoming hot and wet.

I tried again and finally managed to speak. “I love you too,” I gently said.

And that was all we needed. Nothing else mattered in the end, really. No other words or actions or misdeeds from the past could ever be as powerful as those three words.

One hand dipped between my thighs and pressed against my mound. I sighed in pleasure, closing my eyes to fully delve into the sweetness.

Luke settled between my legs, kissing up my inner thigh before licking up my very center. Overwhelmed by a sudden burst of pleasure, I cried out and grabbed his hair. He increased the pace, swirling his tongue over and over. A smooth finger slipped inside of me, teasing that most sensitive place, the one he already knew his way to so well.

My body shook, and I pressed one hand against my mouth, stifling a scream of pleasure. Luke’s free hand reached up to run over my stomach and chest, and I grabbed hold of it. Our fingers intertwined, fitting perfectly together just like they had the very first time they’d touched. My pleasure exploded, shaking through my body and making a stifled moan seep through my palm.

Luke rose to his knees, the look on his face nothing but hot desire. I took the opportunity to sit up and plant a kiss on his abs. Luke tenderly ran his hands over my shoulders, and I grasped the waist band of his boxers to pull them down. His cock popped free, thick, ready, and all mine. I ran my palm over it, reveling in the warmth and strength. Though it was a light touch, he groaned. Taking his hands away from my shoulders, he pressed one to the center of my chest and guided me back down to the bed.

With me flat on my back, Luke climbed up my body. I opened my legs for him, welcoming him, squirming as he pushed them farther apart. He smiled as he nestled between them. Guiding his cock with one hand, he ran the tip up my slit, nudging my entrance.

He moved slowly, slipping into each inch of me with ease. My walls expanded, stretching to accept his girth. With the same steady speed, he pulled out before thrusting back in again.

Luke leaned down, kissing my breasts while grinding his hips against mine. I clutched at his shoulders and arms, pulling him to me harder.

His arms. His hands. The back of his neck. The side part where his hair flipped over his right eye. I knew his body better than I knew my own, and no matter how many times I enjoyed its presence I would never, ever get my fill of it.

Luke went slower and slower, making the pleasure stretch out in that way only he ever could. I trailed my hands down to the ends of his arms, finding his palms. Eagerly, his fingers grasped mine. Holding hands, he kissed me. Our tongues danced together, enjoying the kiss that was the culmination of all the kisses before it.

My head spun from the drawn out pleasure. My legs ached from being stretched, but I enjoyed the heat. I reveled in any sensation that came from Luke’s touch, no matter if it was pure ecstasy or achingly sweet.

The pleasure doubled, and I sucked in a sharp breath. As if knowing the time had come, Luke picked up the pace. An orgasm rippled across me, going on and on. Stars spun and burst in front of my closed eyes. Luke groaned, thrusting faster, harder before his own release shuddered through him and into me.

His breath still labored, Luke rested his forehead on my chest. I rubbed my hand across his neck, enjoying the little bit of hair there. Luke stretched his arms and groaned, dropping them up alongside my head. I turned my face and placed a kiss on his forearm.

For a long time, we laid there, enjoying each moment as it stretched and evolved into the next one.

A bird called somewhere outside, its song sounding like an owl’s hoot but lighter and more open.

“A loon,” Luke murmured.

I craned my neck to look down at the top of his head. “I’ve never seen one.”

“I can take you out to look for them.”

I smiled. “You’ll take me bird watching? That’s so sweet,” I giggled.

He chuckled. “Why is that so sweet?”

“Because… that sounds like something couples do.”

His right hand clasped my left, and he brought it to his mouth for a kiss. “That’s us, then.”

I sighed in contentment, happy to just gaze at his form resting on top of mine.

“I like what you’ve done with this room, by the way,” he said.

I chuckled, more at the awfulness of the joke than at its quality. “I thought it would be good Feng Shui to just not have anything in it.”

“Mm, I like that concept. But what about the living room?”

“The living room…” I thought about it and then laughed.

“What?”

“I’ll have to move some things around.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for one thing, the seduction corner will have to come in here. Unless, of course, I decide to make this the dick sucking spot.”

He lifted his head and stared at me. “
What?”

I laughed so hard it nearly hurt. “I’ll explain.”

“I hope to God so,” he grinned. “If there’s a dick sucking spot, don’t hold out on me.”

“Oh, you’ll get the chance to see it,” I promised. “You’ll be the honorary guest.”

He moved up me and kissed my nose. “I hope I’m the only guest.”

I kissed his nose back. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He kissed me hard, this time on the lips. “What about you?” he asked, nuzzling his face into my neck. “Where’s the spot where I get to worship you?”

I pouted, trying my best to look seductive. “That’s wherever you want it to be.”

He growled. “Don’t talk like that.”

“Like what,” I asked, laughing over the words. “You’re the one who asked.”

“Every time you open your mouth,” he slowly said, “I start to get hard.”

“Oh yeah?” I questioned, drawing the words out.

Luke bit his bottom lip and shook his head. Curious, I wedged my hand between us and felt for his dick. Sure enough, it was already growing hard again. It jerked underneath my touch. Luke sucked in a breath and looked deep into my eyes and his cock continued to grow thicker.

“So,” I said, running my palm up and down his aroused length. “Do you want to see the dick sucking spot?”

Before he could answer, I pushed him off of me and onto his back. He was stronger than me, of course, but he went willingly, his hands going up to his sides in a sign of surrender. I kept stroking, getting up onto my knees. Dancing my fingers down, I grabbed the base of his shaft and gave it a gentle but firm stroke. Luke closed his eyes and moaned.

Readjusting my position, I leaned down and wrapped my lips around his tip. Slowly, I bent my head lower, opening up and loosening my jaw. The back of my throat opened up, and I accepted him all the way into my mouth.

Luke groaned louder, the noise making me wetter than I already was.

I sucked, hollowing out my cheeks until he was lifting his hips uncontrollably. I pulled away, and he groaned, then groaned again when I straddled him and sank down on his glistening erection.

Luke gasped and opened his eyes, looking into my own as I began rocking back and forth. His hands clasped my hips, and he pushed me forward and back with them, encouraging me.

I leaned forward, taking hold of the headboard for more leverage. The new angle hit a better spot for both of us, and we gasped at the same time. Luke rubbed one hand over my back, up and down, as his other hand massaged my hip.

The quick repeat of our lovemaking made me extra sensitive. Already I was panting for breath as another climax overtook me. Collapsing onto Luke’s chest so that I could mash my mouth against his, I ground harder into him.

I cried out in final release and gave up, all energy spent. My head fell next to Luke’s cheek, and my arms collapsed at his sides. Luke grabbed my hips, forcing my body to ride him faster, harder, until he cursed and stilled, cursing again as his semen flowed from him and into me.

I took a slow breath in and exhaled evenly, trying to calm the shakes in my body. My heart hammered against Luke’s chest, and I could hear his own pounding away not far from my ear.