I continued to tend to his tight muscles, digging deep with my palms and caressing with my thumbs.
“I don’t get to touch you back.”
My hips shifted on reflex, seeking some sort of friction to ease the pressure growing in my core. Luke growled in response. His hands clenched into fists as his body tightened beneath me.
I didn’t know if it was the adrenaline still coursing through my body from earlier or the way Luke was responding to my touches, but a bold feeling overtook my senses. I leaned forward and placed a kiss to Luke’s upper back, dragging my clit across his ass along the way.
In a flash, Luke flipped me off his back, rolling us so that I was lying on my back with him hovered over me. His usually green eyes were dark with a heat I had never seen before. His breathing was coming quick as he held himself taut above me, his lightweight jogging pants doing nothing to hide his impressive erection.
“What are we doing, Letty?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
Luke thrust himself against me slowly. My head fell back as a moan slipped past my lips.
“I can’t risk you.” He thrust again, equally as slowly. “I can’t lose you.” Again, his cock dragged against my throbbing center. “We need to figure out if this is what we want before we start something.”
“Should we stop this while we figure that out?”
“Probably.”
“Do you want to stop?” I asked.
“Fuck, no,” he groaned. “Tell me to stop, Letty.”
My breath hitched with every drive of his hips. “I don’tthink I want you to stop,” I told him honestly.
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to my collarbone as the rest of his body steeled, hovering above me. With his head still in my neck, he mumbled, “Until you know for sure, we’re not going there.” He pulled his head up and locked eyes with me. “You mean too much to me to risk it.”
I wanted to take it back. I did know. I had known as soon as he told me about his divorce that I wanted a chance to make Luke Wilder mine. But now that the opportunity was here, it felt too monumental. It sounded cliché, but having Luke in my life as a friend was far more important than risking it all and losing him. He seemed to feel the same way, and I wasn’t sure how we were supposed to cross that line from here.
Luke rolled to his back and lay beside me, both of us breathing heavily. “I need to take a shower,” he said.
Trying to lighten the mood, I joked, “You shower a lot, you know that?”
He got out of bed and looked down at me splayed out on the mattress. His eyes raked over me, from my copper-red curls to my light pink–painted toes.
“Only when I’m around you, Letty.”
My face flushed, catching the meaning behind his words.
“Oh,” I breathed. Images of Luke stroking his thick shaft as he sought to find relief, with me on his mind, played out in my imagination.
Luke’s smirk was pure cockiness like he could see inside my head. He strolled from the bedroom and straight into the bathroom.
While he was in the shower, I changed into my work clothes. I was on the night shift tonight. Considering I had barely left my house in three days and I hadn’t been at work since thenote was left on my car, I was feeling a little anxious.
Luke’s expression dropped, scowling when he caught me in the kitchen getting some food to bring to work with me.
“What are you doing?”
“Packing some snacks.”
“Are we going somewhere?” he asked. His arms were folded over his chest, a challenging tilt to his chin.
“I don’t know what your plans are, but I have to be at work soon, so I’m getting some things together.”
His scowl deepened, and he opened his mouth to say something. Before he had the chance, I cut him off.
