Page 83 of Lipstick Kiss

Freya didn’t give him time to answer. She sat up in bed, letting the covers drop to her waist. Luke was still half asleep. Her eyes flicked to his face to see him lazily staring at her bare breasts. When she started to move, spreading her fingers over his chest, he shoved his hand behind his head with his elbow bent. The other hand that was nearest to her body cupped her breast to feel its weight.

“Stop distracting me,” Freya huffed.

“You’re feeling me up, so it’s only fair I get to do the same.”

Freya paused for a second, considering his point. Then, deciding it was valid, she continued her exploration butdidn’t get far. She found herself on her back, pressed into the mattress, when Luke covered her body with his.

“Are you sure you’re okay with no protection,” he asked gently as he slid inside her.

Freya wasn’t concentrating on his question. Instead, she was tilting her hips just to get the best friction from his gentle thrusts. His head loomed above her, his fists on the mattress. She stroked her hands up his biceps and then over his shoulders until her fingers threaded into his hair. Freya closed her eyes and eventually answered him, raising her knees to her chest and brushing against his ribs.

“If you get me pregnant, I have a ring on my finger that says you want forever with me. I don’t care if I’m in a maternity wedding dress walking down the aisle. I want you, Luke Turner, however, that happens.”

“Christ,” Luke whispered and moved faster.

Their sighs and moans were quiet as they fucked themselves into oblivion.

Freya took his weight for half a minute and then rolled out of bed to get cleaned up. Luke joined her in the bathroom, shaving while she showered.

“Why are you shaving? It’s Sunday?” Freya asked as she wiped away the steam from the shower screen.

His hand stopped halfway up his cheek, leaving a clean sweep in the foam. “We’re going to Sunday lunch with your family,” he said.

“It’s at Heidi’s family home. You’ve been there before. You’ve met them a hundred million times.”

“But it’s different now,” he said, going back to his shaving. “You have my ring on your finger. I’m going to do things right.”

Oh no.

“Oh no. No, Luke Turner. No, no. And no again.”

“Yes, Freya Riley. Oh, yes. Yes, and another yes to add to the stack of yeses.”

“But there is no need,” she wailed.

“Get your arse out here,” Luke said, wiping off the excess shaving foam.

If she wasn’t so mad and apprehensive, she would melt at his panty-dropping grin.

“I’m going to take your father to one side and ask permission to marry you. I don’t care that I’ve known him since I was five,” Luke said.

“But he’ll think you’re a pompous arse.”

“He won’t, and I’ll tell you why. You are his only child, and you are a daughter. I don’t care how much the modern world has accepted gender equality. You are his to protect. Your dad and your mother think the sun rises and sets with you. I’m going to seek his permission.”

“Luke,” she said, sniffing.

“Peaches,” he said through a laugh as she hugged him.

She never thought she’d be comfortable with naked hugs, but naked hugs with Luke were the best.

“You’re worth it, Freya.”

“I love you, Luke.”

“I love you too, Freya. Now get dressed. I’m doing this, but it doesn’t mean I’m not shitting my pants because I don’t have a plan if he says no.”

Freya leaned her upper body back, and Luke’s eyes immediately went to her breasts squashed against his chest. She felt him against her pelvis and grinned.

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