Page 74 of Anything To Be With You

"Are you thinking about what I said a month ago or the kisses we shared over the past weeks?" Luke asks.

My eyes widen as his hand grips my hip and squeezes, sending fire through my veins. My tongue darts out to wet my lips. The hand on my hip moves slowly down my thigh and under my skirt. He grips my bare skin and a moan escapes from me.

"Do you want me to own your pussy, Sweetheart?" his voice dips low as he nuzzles my neck.

I nod because I can’t speak. His hand slips between my legs and up the inside of my thigh until his knuckle drags along my soaking panties. Another moan passes my lips, ending in a whimper when he applies pressure. He lifts his head to watch me as a finger works its way under the thin piece of barely there fabric and slides along my wet pussy.

"Please." The word burst from my lips.

Luke smiles before removing his finger and sucking it into his mouth. I almost lose it right then.

"You taste…dangerous." His mouth crashes into mine in a kiss that has me arching my back and moaning into his mouth. Something I’ll be embarrassed about tomorrow, but right now; I don’t give two sweet fucks. I can’t remember the last time I was kissed like this.

The ones we shared in the last few weeks were soft and gentle. This is a powerful kiss. It’s passionate, bruising, and hungry. He kisses like a man starved and I’m his last meal. Luke slides his hand and squeezes my upper thigh, right under my ass cheek, as he releases my wrists.

I grip his shirt, tugging it from his slacks and yanking the sides open causing the buttons pop off, bouncing along the floor.

"Holy shit! I didn’t think that was possible." I giggle as I break the kiss.

"Apparently it is," Luke mutters, bringing his mouth back to mine.

A deep rumble comes from his throat when my fingers connect with his bare skin. The hard muscles flex under my fingertips. I take over then, licking at his mouth and flicking my tongue in. His tongue tangles with mine in velvety soft, mind-bending strokes. My knees buckle when he tilts my head, deepening the kiss. I have never been kissed like this; I feel desired. Needed. As if he would die if he stopped.

He steps closer to me, pinning me in place with his warm body and does something with his tongue that has me rolling my hips into his. He tears his mouth away from mine. His chest raising against mine with an unsteady breath.

"I want you, Dani. I want to taste you. It’s all I think about." Gripping my ass, he lifts me and my skirt, placing my bare ass on the cool leather of the couch.

Kneeling in front of me, he drags his tongue down my neck before sucking over where my pulse is pounding. "Do you want that, Sweetheart? Do you want me to taste you." Luke says against my neck. Sucking, biting, licking the sore skin.

I nod and Luke’s mouth is on mine again, softer this time around. My hands dig into his incredibly soft hair, pulling it, and earning a deep growl. He climbs on top of me, pressing me down on the couch, the weight of him is thrilling. Pressing his body between my thighs, Luke shows me just how badly he wants me.

Sweet baby Hades, this man is thick, lengthy, and hard.

So hard.

My hands tear at his shirt, pushing it off his wide shoulders. His skin’s warm under my cool hands. The ridges of muscles move as I rake my nails across his back. His fingers make quick work of the buttons on my shirt. Luke sits back on his knees, opening the shirt. I grab the two sides and cover myself.

"Let me see you, Sweetheart."

"I…I can’t."

"Is it because of the scars?" Luke questions. "I don’t care about those. I want to see you."

I suck in a sharp breath. He sounds sincere, but I’m unsure. "No one has ever been able to see past the scars." I admit.

Luke slips his hand under my shirt, his fingers skimming the raised skin. "You are beautiful to me." And to prove his point, he kisses the one along the side of my face.

The one he constantly touches.

At first, I thought he was doing it to remind me that it’s there. But now I realize he’s doing it because it’s part of me. It’s something that will forever be there as a reminder of the hell I went through.

I release the sides of the shirt and let him move the fabric away. Luke stills. His eyes heat with both lust and promises.

"I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you are right now," he says.

Heat floods my face as he traces the marks with his fingers and there are many of them. Luke pulls the cups of my bra down. His head dips and he takes one of my nipples in his mouth. My back curves from the sensation of his hot, wet mouth on my sensitive skin. A moan breaks free as his tongue swirls around the aching bud.

"Luke," I moan.

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