Page 50 of Condemned By Secrets

What does he look like under there?

His hard length jumped at her touch. Anna’s eyes widened, and Luther growled, lowering his head to bite her bare shoulder. She gasped as electricity buzzed outward from the wound. The heat lightning made her pulse race, and she reached for his shorts while he tugged at her skirt.

“I love your tight skirts, but how do I get you out of this thing?”

“There’s a zipper,” she moaned as his mouth closed over her breast and her hand slid from his gym shorts. “At the back.”

Luther found it. The lowering of her zipper was a crackling that heightened the embers smoldering within her.

As her skirt slid to the floor, he released her and stepped back. She stood before him in only her lace cheekies. Anna tried not to feel self-conscious as he stared. The longer he looked at her, though, the more she wanted to cover herself. She lifted her arms, but Luther stopped her from hiding.

“Don’t.” His eyes were molten as he stared her down. “You’re beautiful, Anna. I enjoy looking at you.” He stepped closer and ran his hands over her. “But I want to touch you even more.”

Anna blushed and reached for his shorts again. “My turn to look.”

Luther helped her push his shorts down, and her lips parted when he was bare before her.Wow.Her stomach jumped at the thought of putting that inside her.Will it fit?

Nervous all over again, her palms started to sweat. She looked up at Luther, but he was grinning at her. His dimples flashed as he advanced. When his mouth descended, his tongue dancing with hers, the winds of his passion fanned the flames of hers, burning the nerves into nothing but ash.

Luther backed her into the bed until they were falling on top of it. Their landing was the opposite of graceful, and it broke their kiss. Anna bounced into Luther and started laughing. He propped himself up on his forearms.

Grinning down at her, he said, “I really do love your laugh.”

Anna smiled. Her chest felt lighter at the compliment. “And I love these.” She traced a finger over each of his dimples.

Luther lowered those dimples to her chest and started pleasuring her again. The heat from the fire smoldering low within her flickered to life. He made his way down her stomach, and each kiss was a hot brand that singed her skin.

When he stopped at her underwear, she lifted her hips so he could slide them off. His eyes never left her body as he slowly pulled them down. When she was bare before him, his eyes lifted to hers, and the desire in them scorched her. She swallowed, dying to know what else he would show her.

He lowered his head between her thighs. As Luther’s lips touched the most intimate part of her, she shuddered, and her head fell back. Her hands gripped at the sheets as pleasure sparked through her.

He lifted his head and growled. “I love how responsive you are.”

Anna could only mewl in reply, and his head ducked back down. His tongue joining his lips caused the fire within her to erupt into a roaring blaze. Surely there was smoke from how hot it was. It fogged up her brain and left her desperate for air.

Too good. That feels too good!

Anna whimpered as Luther’s tongue licked her into a frenzy. After being left fallow for too long, her body was a dry hillside, and his mouth a brushfire fueling the flames forking up and down her in a frantic inferno. The pressure was building again, and it carried a heat too hot to handle. It ignited something deep below her belly that burned hotter and hotter until it snapped. Anna cried out, her body bowing of its own volition as the flames engulfed her.

When the smoke cleared, she blinked up at Luther. He hovered over her with a satisfied smile.

“I don’t think I can move.”

He chuckled as he stroked her hair. “You’re good for my ego.”

Anna smirked. “I don’t think you need any help with that.”

A wicked grin spread across Luther’s face, and he flipped her onto her stomach.

“Hey!” she laughed, but then his voice was at her ear.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His fingers traced down her back, over her hip, and stopped at the juncture of her thighs.

Was he?Anna wasn’t sure how she felt about not being able to see what Luther was doing, but when his fingers sunk into her, she decided she didn’t care. Her eyes closed on a moan as the warmth she was becoming familiar with ignited within her.

“On your knees, Shortcake.”

Anna opened her eyes and sat up to look at him. She’d never . . .Doggy style?

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