Page 62 of Anything To Be With You

"After yesterday, I thought you deserved something wonderful." He plates my food and opens my beer before he sits and gets his own.

I blink quickly, forcing the tears of gratitude back. "Thank you, Luke."

He looks up and smiles. "You’re welcome, Dani."

You Could Stay

Dani

"My God, Archer. That was fucking orgasmic." I wipe my mouth with the napkin he placed on my lap before we started eating.

Luke chuckles as he cleans up. "I’ve never had anyone say my food was orgasmic."

"Then they’re stupid." I finish off my beer and pop the top of another one. I should slow down on the alcohol, since I’m driving home later but it has been nice to sit with Luke and not fight.

"I don’t cook for many people. Mostly Gabe."

"See? Stupid."

Luke chuckles and opens his own beer. I look across the rooftop, the city is lit up and I can see the CN Tower from where we are.

"This view is stunning," I sigh blissfully.

"Not as stunning as the view I have."

My eyes snap to Luke’s. My chest tightens as what he said sinks in. "Are you flirting with me?"

"Yes."

Well, that’s straight to the point. "I’m blaming the beer." I grin but Luke doesn’t, however.

"This has nothing to do with the beer," he admits.

Fuck me in the backseat of your car. Luke just might get lucky.

He reaches across the table and moves a piece of hair out of my eyes. "You’re fucking stunning, Dani and I’m absolutely floored every time I lay eyes on you."

I flush from my hair to my feet. I don’t take compliments very well.

"Th—thanks." I stammer.

His fingers snag my chin, and his thumb brushes my bottom lip. I nip the tip of his thumb and earn a growl. Luke presses it against my lips and I suck it into my mouth.

"I want to kiss you," Luke confesses, removing his thumb.

"I want you to kiss me too." I admit.

He smiles and leans across the table. His lips brush mine. Once then twice, and I find myself leaning into the kiss. Luke pulls away and I whimper. He stands and rounds the table, holding out his hand and I take it without thinking. I’m pulled to my feet, his large arm wraps around my waist, holding me flush with his hard chest. His mouth meets mine again and this time he doesn’t hold back.

Luke dives in with his tongue, deepening the kiss from the get-go. I hold onto his waist, pressing myself closer to him. This is the king of kisses. The passion, the hunger. My toes curl as his hand wraps in my hair, holding me to him. I savor the taste of him, the smell of him. It’s an assault on the senses and it sends me into a spiral. His mouth goes on the move, across my cheek and down my neck. I tilt my head to give him more room to explore.

When his lips grazes the welt on my neck, I move my hands up his ribs and over his chest, pushing back a little. "I really should get going," I whisper.

"You could stay." He mutters, running his fingers down my cheek.

"I can’t." Although I very much want to.

Luke moves my hair away from my face. "I’ll drive you home."

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