“Should I get dressed?”
“My dick says no, but it’s cold, so you probably should,” he says, laughing.
And that’s when I remember that the rest of my clothes are dirty from the road trip.
“Oh, I don’t think I have anything clean,” I admit.
Luke shrugs. “I still have that shirt you lent me last week, and I can put your stuff in the wash.” He glances at the stove before grabbing my shirt from his room, and I have to stop him before he heads for the washing machine in the hallway closet.
“My clothes stink. You’re not touching them.”
Luke scoffs. “I highly doubt your clothes stink. You always smell like heaven.”
Even though I’m skeptical, I don’t argue, choosing to put my clothes into the wash instead while Luke finishes breakfast.
He made burritos, which fuckingslap. I stifle a moan as I take a bite, not wanting a repeat of the last time he cooked breakfast for me. We make quick work of them, and I clear our plates, trying to be helpful.
After I finish loading the dishwasher, I nip into the hallway bathroom to brush my teeth, and then I join Luke on the sofa. He’s sprawled out and tapping at his phone, and he sticks it away when I sit down.
“Hey there,” he says. “What do you want to do today?”
You.
While I appreciate the heck out of how he treated me last night, not pushing me for more and keeping things mostly chill, all that only made memoreattracted to him.
And if we don’t get our hands on each other within the next thirty seconds, I’m gonna combust.
“Not sure. Something fun and relaxing?” I manage.
Luke places a warm hand on my chest and traces down my torso. “I can think of something very fun and very relaxing.”
My semi-hard dick stiffens with approval.
“Mhm,” I hum. “What do you have in mind?” I’m fully erect now, and from a quick glance at Luke, it’s clear he’s rearing for more.
His hands travel further down my stomach and skim the border between my shirt and the waistband of my pants. “Oh, I don’t know.” He fiddles with the knotted drawstring. “Maybe me on my knees, you on your back, and my mouth on your hard cock? How does that sound?”
Holy—
I knock his hands away. “Nah, I don’t think so.” Luke falls onto his back and I straddle him, watching his face flush. “It’s time for me to take care of you for once.”
“Not gonna complain,” he says.
“Take those clothes off.”
“You first.”
We’re at an impasse so we both strip, and Luke reaches up to grab at my bare back, pulling me down to crash his mouth against mine, hard and reckless.
Raw heat pools in my gut and my mind dissolves into nothing. I move a hand to the back of his head and twist my fingers through his hair, hard enough to make Luke moan. The sound travels right through me, and I need to hear that on repeat, over and over and over again.
Out of breath, I retreat, and the corners of my mouth curve up even more when I notice Luke’s kiss-bruised lips, slightly parted and totally wrecked. Slowly, I trace my eyes up to his, and they’re hooded with lust.
My body knows what it wants, and it’s Luke. I run a hand along his hard abs, savoring the solid muscles and groaning into another kiss. It’s hungry, raw, and amazingly devastating, but it’s so tender. We aren’t attacking each other—Luke brushes his lips against mine, letting out heavy, satisfied sighs. My brainstruggles to keep up with the contrast, and I have no idea how to handle it.
I pull Luke into me further, one hand in his tousled hair and the other in the small of his back. He hums as I run my hand along his spine, rough and needy, and it’s clear that there’s no stopping us.
Luke leans back, his face smoldering. “Bedroom. Now.”
