Page 147 of Unexpected

My fingers threaded through his soft, nearly black hair, and I scraped my nails against his scalp. His eyelids fluttered but didn’t close. With his hair gripped in my fingers, I began bouncing, falling on top of him and pushing him so deep I felt him in my stomach. Then I rose to the tip only to do it all again.

Our foreheads fell together as his huge hands continued to guide me up and down his cock. Our noses brushed and our lips ghosted over each other’s. Each kiss was slow, like we were trying to savor the other and maintain the deepening connection. My pace quickened as Luke’s hands eagerly gripped my ass and squeezed. My head lolled back, and my long hair fell down my spine. Luke gripped my hair and pulled my head back even farther as he took the opportunity to lick up my neck from my collarbone, where he teased and nipped up to my ear.

With calloused fingers, he glided his hands up my back and pressed me closer to him. Our chests collided, my soft breasts against his toned muscles as he whispered, “You’re mine. All mine. These legs are mine; this ass is mine. Your stomach, arms, and tits are all mine. And with the way your pussy responds to me, and your mouth sucks my cock, those are definitely mine as well.”

His hands touched each part of me that he referred to with an intoxicatingly possessive caress, and I could feel his words bury themselves into my soul.

I’m his.

“Then you’re also mine,” I sighed, letting him claim me and doing the same to him. The only sound in the apartment was our heavy breathing and the wet noises of our fucking.

“Yes,” he groaned and unleashed himself on me. My hips were firmly in his hands, and I craved their bruising force as he held me up and pistoned into me from below. I wanted to push back down onto him, but there was no way I could move. So, I held on to his shoulders, then behind his neck. The beauty of his masculine features twisted in the pleasure I was giving him with his watchful eyes filled with raw emotion, didn’t just push me toward my release but incinerated me in its wicked light.

“Oh, fuck, Hazel,” Luke cried as I screamed my release, and he lost himself in me. My inner walls clenched around him with such force that I pushed him over the edge along with me. My vision went white and blurred as we each rode out our release, and I felt the warmth pulsing from his cock inside of me.

Several seconds later and we were both still trying to catch our breath. My head rested on his shoulder as I regained my strength. As Luke’s hands passed over my back, I shivered into him. He pressed a kiss to the side of my head, and his lips gently lingered over my damp skin.

We were both a mess of sweaty, tangled limbs, and I’d never felt more sated.

I chanced a look into his face after he brushed away a few pieces of hair that had fallen from my ponytail and were plastered to my forehead.

No words were spoken between the two of us—none were needed—but I hoped he read the words in my eyes that I couldn’t yet let myself say. The same words I would bet my life were also running through his own mind.

FIFTY-ONE

Hazel

I inputthe address Blakely sent me into my phone GPS and set it to connect to the screen in my car. It was only a twenty-minute drive into town from my apartment, but it was also pouring, so I left a few minutes earlier than necessary.

“What’s the name of the restaurant again?” Luke asked over the phone. He was at the clinic, and I heard what sounded like the door to the back parking lot slam closed.

“I just texted you the address, but you have my location. Luke, I’ll be fine.”

He sighed and there was the faint sound of dogs barking in the distance.

“I know, Angel. I have surgery in thirty minutes, but I’ll have one of the techs watch my phone. If you need me, call me. She’ll make sure to answer. And again, I’d prefer if one of the guys, or even Amanda, went with you. If I call any of them right now, they can meet you there.”

I rolled my eyes at my overly protective man, but it felt good. He wasmyman.

“I promise I don’t need a chaperone. I’ll text you when I get there, and I’ll text you before I leave just for good measure and if it’ll make you feel better.”

“Good, yes. Do that,” he said in a low, serious tone that sounded similar to the voice he used when he was being bossy in bed.

“The room is prepped whenever you’re ready,” a voice said over the phone.

“Okay, I’m on my way,” he said to the person and then there was the slamming of the metal door again. “Okay, I’ve gotta go, but let me know how it goes.”

“I will. Good luck with whatever surgery you’re performing.”

He chuckled, and it was a sound I couldn’t get enough of.

“Thanks, Angel. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Yes, you will. Bye, Luke.” I exhaled a long breath, hearing the hesitation in my own voice. There was a decently long pause and had I not heard him breathing on the other side of the phone, I would have thought he’d hung up on me, or the line had been disconnected.

It felt like my sternum wanted to cave into my chest, and the possibility hanging in that pause twisted my gut. The possibility of words neither of us had spoken, but I knew that I at least felt, were obvious within that pause.

“Bye, Hazel,” Luke finally said. Five seconds passed before I hung up the phone and reversed out of my parking spot.

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