Page 38 of Cupid Loves Curves

“Yes, Luke?” I whisper back, recognizing the crossroads we’re standing at.

“May I have this dance?” Luke’s voice is low, laced with that familiar rasp that sends a ripple of desire straight to my core.

I look up at him, his brown eyes holding a promise. “You may,” I reply, my voice steadier than the tremor of excitement fluttering inside. The golden glow of twinkling fairy lights casts a soft glow in the reception hall.

My hand is warm in his as we weave through the crowd, my pulse quickening with each step toward the dance floor. The band shifts into a slow, sultry melody, and Luke pulls me close.

As Mack and Aimee twirl past us in a loving embrace, I smile at their infectious joy. They move together like they were made for this moment—two hearts joined together in a love that’s almost blinding to witness.

“Look at them,” I murmur with awe. “They look so perfect together.”

“Right now,” Luke says, pulling me closer, “I only want to look at you. You’re the most beautiful woman here.” The heat from his body seeps into mine, feeding the fire in my core.

Luke’s hand settles on the small of my back, a silent command that draws me even nearer. Our breaths mingle, and I lose myself to the rhythm of our dance, the press of his firm chest against mine.

“Jessica,” he whispers, our faces mere inches apart, “you have to know I never wanted to let you go.”

“Then don’t let go, ever again,” I breathe, the words barely a whisper yet heavy with desire. I tilt my head back, catching the flicker of raw need in his gaze.

“Never,” he promises. “Not even your brother can scare me away.”

“I should hope not.” I laugh, wrapping my arms tighter around Luke’s muscular body.

“God, Jessica,” Luke groans softly as our hips move in tandem, the friction sparking a hunger that threatens to consume us both. “Being with you like this—I’m happier than I ever thought I would be.”

“Me too,” I confess and lean my head on his shoulder as he leads me gently through the dance.

Mack and Aimee’s song comes to an end, but Luke and I remain locked in our private world, unwilling to break the spell that’s enveloped us. As the music fades, the noise of the reception filters back in, reminding us of the here and now.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Luke breathes out.

“Look who’s talking. I never thought I’d see you in a suit, but,” I bite my lip as I look at this man I never stopped loving. “Pardon my language, but you look fucking amazing.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Luke murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with the same urgency that’s thrumming through my body.

“Yes,” I breathe without a second thought. My heart races with the need to make love with Luke because I know that’s what’s next.

We break away from each other long enough to offer our congratulations to the newlyweds and make our escape. Outside, the cool night air doesn’t touch the heat burning within me. Luke’s hand is firm in mine as we navigate the path to where his truck is parked.

“Your cabin?” I ask.

He nods, his gaze intense. “There’s nowhere else I want to be, as long as I’m with you.”

As Luke drives me up the mountain, my pulse beats faster and faster, my need for him blinding me to anything else. I need his lips on mine, his hands on my body. I need him to fill me up, make me forget everything except him, except us.

The door to Luke’s cabin swings open, and Luke pulls me into a passionate embrace.

“Jessica,” he says, his voice a low growl reverberating through my body. He steps forward, bridging the gap between us. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too, Luke,” I confess, the words tumbling out.

Our lips collide in a frantic kiss. His hands roam over the curve of my hips and reach around to cup my ass, pulling me hard against him. The heat from his body seeps into mine, stoking the fire smoldering within me since I first saw him walking toward me on Valentine’s Day.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs against my neck, his lips tracing a path of fire down to the neckline of my dress. His fingers deftly unbutton the back, and the fabric slides across my skin as it falls to the floor. He traces his fingers across my bare skin and the world stops as an exquisite anticipation burns through me.

“Your turn,” I say with a playful smile, reaching for his tie and loosening it. “As much as I love you in that suit, I want to see that suit on the floor.”

Luke grins as he shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it aside, his shirt quickly following. I run my hands over the expanse of hischest, tracing his muscles with my fingertips. He’s solid, real, and all mine—for tonight and hopefully forever.

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