Page 61 of Lipstick Kiss

She reached up her arm to grab his hand, but she was sucked under. It seemed so bright, like someone had lit spotlights down on the sea bed. The water was freezing, and she desperately trod water, hoping the surge would send her back into the cave. Instead, the water level dropped again, taking her to the left and under a rock shelf. Freya hit her head on the sharp rocks. She was nearing the end of the breath in her lungs and struggled to feel her way to safety. Then her arm was yanked hard, and she was hauled out of the water and onto the flat in the cave. Hands were all over her as she gasped, heaving her chest to get oxygen into her lungs.

She was terrified to open her eyes and have the reality of nearly drowning confirmed. Warm lips touched hers in a hard kiss, then they were on her temple and forehead. Then she was kissed again, longer but still firm.

Freya opened her eyes to see Luke extremely close. She was sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around her. He kissed her again, softer, longer and then pulled back.

“You keep kissing me,” she croaked through a sore throat.

“I’m just checking you’re still alive. You can’t die, Freya. I love you. I can’t have you die too.”

“Luke,” she said, cupping his cheek. “I’m okay. I’m alive.My head hurts, but you saved my life. I’m alive,” she reassured him.

He kissed her again, this time so softly she wanted to cry at his tenderness. Small quick kisses on her mouth, pressing as if testing she were real. Then in a split second, the air changed and sizzled, and she wanted a proper Luke Turner kiss. The ones he’d described in her letters. The ones she was insanely jealous of when they were described with another woman. She sighed for a second, kissed him, and kept her mouth against his. His lips moved, his head tilted, and he crushed her chest to his, hungrily kissing her back. Their mouths opened at the same time, and he swiped her tongue for a split second. She moaned at the contact, wrapping her arms around his neck and shifting on his lap to straddle him. He fell back onto the floor, taking her with him and rolling her towards the wall. Legs entwined, he rolled her beneath him. Never in her wildest dreams did Luke feel as good as he did right then. His hips lined up with hers, his hands in her hair, clasping her head for his mouth to devour hers.

“I knew it would be good,” he whispered. “I just knew you would feel good, taste sensational.”

Luke thrust his hips to hers and dry-humped her for a few seconds. She was throbbing in all the best places as he continued to kiss her. Near death was forgotten. Luke Turner was kissing her like he meant it. Said words that indicated he’d dreamed of this moment as much as she had. Luke liked her, he told her he loved her, and by the hardness pressing against her, he wanted her. When his hand came up and roughly kneaded her breast, she wrenched her mouth away from his and screamed in frustration. Lifting her thighs and pressing her calves to the back of his legs, she canted her hips to get into his rhythm.

“Luke,” she bit out.

He was back at her mouth, pulling on her bottom lip with his teeth.

She looked at him, really staring into his eyes. “Luke,” she snapped.

Like they were talking telepathically, he sat back on his haunches and tore open the button on her shorts and pulled down the zipper. She lifted her hips and pulled her shorts and panties off. Coming back down to cover her, he roughly pushed down his soaking-wet shorts. She felt his cock at her entrance, the blunt end of him nudging inside and never had she wanted to cry from the sensation more than she did then. The water was lapping at their sides, and a bigger surge added to her wetness now and then.

“Fucking hell, Luke, hurry,” she said, wailing the last word.

“Oh hell no, Peaches, this is going to be slow and steady,” he whispered over her lips. “Part your legs wider.”

She did as he asked and welcomed his long slow thrust, but as soon as he was fully inside her, it was like he had lost his mind. The quick thrusts came, and so did her orgasm. Ripple after ripple, and her heart beat so hard she feared she’d have a heart attack and really die. Luke carried on fucking her like a man possessed until he came so hard he roared into her throat and stayed deep inside her. Every inch of her was wet, and she didn’t know if it was her, him or the sea.

What she did know was that Luke had ruined her for any other man. There was no way she would connect with another man like she had just connected with Luke. And more, she didn’t want to even try. She threw her head back to get more oxygen into her lungs as she caught her breath. Her fingers caressed his nape as she counted to twenty. Lukewas still inside her, lying half across her putting most of his weight on his hip, which was on the cave floor.

“Luke?”

“I’m never moving from inside you. This is my new favourite place,” Luke said with so much conviction she believed him.

“Luke,” she said with a sigh.

“I know right? Tell me you feel it.”

“I feel it. But—”

“No buts, just another minute,” he whispered into her neck.

She continued to stroke the hair on the back of his head and lifted the leg he wasn’t covering. The action made Luke sink deeper inside her. Her eyes snapped to his as he tilted his hips in short thrusts. Freya was incredulous that he was still hard after their water-enhanced sex. In a flash, he sat up and had her straddling his legs, still joined. He wasn’t looking at her face. Instead, his eyes were trained where his cock was deep inside her getting harder. Freya lifted up an inch and then sank back down.

“Again, do that again, nice and slow,” Luke muttered, not taking his eyes off their joining.

His hands clutched onto her waist, and then he lifted Freya. She felt like she wasn’t in control of anything, her body, her feelings or her reaction to Luke, her best friend, carefully fucking her. Where the first time was short, brutal and intense, this was loving, measured, and her entire body was heated.

They were still in their tops, and if it wasn’t for the fact the cave was cold, she wanted to strip bare and get Luke to play with her boobs. Looking at him, she didn’t think she could drag his gaze away from looking at her pussy. He stroked his thumb over the hairs above her clit, and sheshivered. Then when his thumb pressed in, she squeezed every muscle in her body. That got Luke’s attention.

“I can feel you,” he whispered.

“I can feel you too, honey.”

He cuffed her neck and brought her down for a kiss. His tongue swept in and out of her mouth at a lazy pace. It seemed as if Luke was set for the rest of the afternoon, but she knew he had to be cold sitting on the ground.

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