When I’m in the circle of his arms, I press my hand against his chest to feel his heartbeat. “You’ve had my seal of approval since I met you.”
His laugh rumbles. “Is that a SEAL joke?”
“Ew, no. You made it one.” Running my fingertips down his chest, I trace the sinewy curves and the hard edges of his real-life perfection. “You wanted me to get on right now?” I circle back to his order. “David?” I add, pinching his nipple.
When his chest rises and falls at this pace, I know we’ve reached the point of no return. This ends with orgasms and sweat. It has to. I’ll leave my hair wet for Mayton’s, I decide. Minimal makeup. My outfit is already picked out. There’s time. But even if there wasn’t, I’d be right here. For him. He grips my ass tightly and pulls my bottom half against his hard-on. Through hooded, darkened eyes, he peers down at me.
“Bend over the chair.”
Turning my head slightly, I see the chaise lounge. I remove his hands from my backside and approach the chair, dragging a finger along the back when I’m close enough. “Here?” I look at him over my shoulder. He’s followed behind stealthily, rolling on a condom, the foil wrapper on the ground behind him.
He lifts and lowers his chin. “Bend over.”
I comply and he uses his knee to spread my legs. With my face pressed against the fabric, his fingers stroke my clit. I hear him swallow.
“You’re so wet for me.”
I tell him to fill me. To complete the obscure puzzle of loneliness and non-belonging, but instead of his hard cock, I’m treated to his tongue swirling from my clit to dip inside me and farther up to no-man's-land. When I jolt with a squirm, his grip on my hips tightens as his aggression mounts—teetering on scary dominance. My pulse ricochets as my mind tries to calm my body’s jagged response to being in unfamiliar territory. Closing my eyes, I exhale, and force my limbs and muscles to relax. Luke dips a finger inside my core and rubs the spot that wrings an almost immediate orgasm from me. I quiver, my body shakes as he withdraws and slides his cock all the way into me just in time for the waves of my orgasm to grip him over and over.
He waits, fingers playing with my clit and ass until the trembling stops. Luke’s hot hands grasp my hipbones as he seats his steely shaft against my womb, and draws almost all the way out—a graceful, controlled pace, over and over. There’s a small pillow above my head that I grab to lean my forehead on.
“Aara.” His growl rips through the air. My name. “You’re mine. Do you fucking hear me?”
It’s his name now. I’ll give it to him because it means that he’s mine in return.
He stills when I don’t answer and flips me so I’m on my back. Like a predator trapping prey, he lumbers over me and slides back in. His lips are on mine, and his face is tortured. That place between bliss and agony. The aggression in our kiss matches his thrusts. Feeling the energy between us drives me closer to another orgasm. Tasting his neck when I pull away inches me closer. Matching him stroke for stroke, his jaw works as he loses all other senses. This masculinity is toxic in the only place where it’s acceptable. With me. Together.
When he comes, I come, clenching so tight he can barely pull out. My stomach gets that floating feeling, and my head swims with delirious love as I touch his warm skin and dewy back, clutching him to me as tightly as I can.
Our breathing slows, and he pulls out before he softens. I watch as he removes the condom and I pop up off the chaise and follow him into the bathroom.
“I’m on birth control,” I say as I clean myself up. I don’t meet his eyes. “I can’t afford to get my period during inopportune times, so my doctor put in the IUD that takes away your period altogether. It works really well. I thought you should know. Now that uh, yeah, we like to have sex with each other a lot.”
That gets his attention—his head swiveling to look at me while he turns on the shower. He hates the smell of latex and always showers it off after.
“You never bleed?” Luke washes himself with the bottle closest to him, which happens to be my lavender one. “Ever?”
I smirk at his surprise. “Never. Which didn’t bother me when I wasn’t having sex constantly, but I guess now that I am, it might be a relief if I got a period. If that makes sense.”
He clears his throat and looks away. An uncomfortable shift in demeanor. “We should still use a condom.”
Turning away, I grab the folded dress off the circular island and pull it over my head. My makeup bag is on the large counter in front of the mirror so I busy myself with minimal blush and mascara. Luke steps out of the shower area and walks past me into his closet which is the size of my entire apartment. I gloss my lips and pin my semi-wet hair into a low chignon. He’s watching me when I turn.
“You’re seriously not going to wear anything under that?”
“No one else will know,” I counter.
“I’m not worried about anyone else, Dempsey. I’m worried about me knowing you don’t have on anything under that scrap of fabric.”
I smooth my lips together. “It is my birthday.”
He raises his brows and shakes his head. “Hope I can keep my hands to myself. Everyone will be there.”
“You say it like that’s my problem.”
His neck works. “It kind of is.”
“It’s a dress, Luke. Have a little self-control. I know it’s hiding in there somewhere.” I tap the side of his head, but his eyes are locked on my chest.
