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But I’ve never been more certain of anything. I cup his face in my hands, holding his intense blue gaze with my own.

“I’m sure,” I breathe. “Please fuck me, Luke.”

Something seems to break free inside him at my words. With a low growl, he surges forward to claim my mouth again, the kiss deep and demanding.

Quickly, he sheds his clothes, tossing them aside with impatient hands. His cock springs free, long and thick, the head already glistening with precum. My mouth waters at the sight, a fresh wave of desire surging through me.

Luke looms over me, his body a wall of tanned muscle and barely restrained power. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he settles between my thighs.

“I can’t wait to sink my cock into your tight little pussy,” he growls. “You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around me, baby.”

The first press of him inside me is heady and overwhelming in the best way possible. He fills me completely, stretching and claiming in a way that feels right—it feels like coming home.

My hands find purchase in his hair as he starts to move, each thrust stoking the embers of pleasure that still smolder within me.

“Good girl,” Luke growls. “Taking my cock like you own it. Fuck, your sweet pussy feels so good.”

His words wind me up even tighter. I can’t get enough of his dirty talk and the way he praises me so filthily.

“You like that, baby?” he rumbles, slamming into me harder. “You like it when I tell you how hot and tight your pussy is? How perfect it feels milking my cock?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my nails raking down his back. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Luke sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping against mine, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the air. It’s raw and primal, and I’ve never felt anything so incredible.

He shifts the angle slightly and suddenly hits a spot deep inside me that has me seeing stars. I cry out, my back arching as pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core.

“There it is,” Luke grunts. “There’s that sweet spot. I can feel you clenching around me, baby. You’re about to come, aren’tyou? Do it, sweetheart. Come all over my cock. Make a mess for me.”

His filthy words are my undoing. With a shattered moan, I detonate, my inner muscles spasming around him as ecstasy crashes through me wave after wave. I’ve never come so hard in my life.

“Fuck, Jasmyn!” Luke snarls. His rhythm falters and then he’s coming too, spilling deep inside me with a guttural groan.

For a long moment, we just cling to each other, our hearts pounding in sync as the aftershocks of our climax ripple through us. Luke presses soft kisses to my face and my neck, murmuring words of praise and affection against my sweat-dampened skin.

Finally, he rolls to the side, gathering me close. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat as it gradually slows.

“That was...” I trail off, unable to find a word that adequately describes the magnitude of what we just shared.

“Perfect,” Luke finishes. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

Emotion swells in my chest, so big and bright it steals my breath. I tilt my head back to look at him, marveling at the tenderness in his vivid blue eyes.

“I think I’m falling for you, Luke Clayton,” I whisper.

His arms tighten around me. “I’m already there, darlin’. I’m already there.”

We lay tangled together on the picnic blanket, the warm breeze caressing our bare skin, birdsong drifting on the air. I’ve never felt so peaceful, so content, so utterly right.

Chapter Six

LUKE

I chopthe bell peppers into uneven chunks on the cutting board, my knife skills leaving much to be desired. Jasmyn peers over my shoulder and snickers.

“You call that dicing, cowboy?”

She bumps me with her hip, knocking me playfully off balance. I grin and bump her right back, enjoying our easy banter in the kitchen. We move around the small kitchen in her apartment in a practiced dance, comfortable in each other’s space.

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