Page 112 of Beautiful Storm

I’m not sure who’s the first to move, but within seconds, I’m clawing at his shirt, as his hands sink into my hair. We pause for the briefest of seconds, our eyes locked as a moment passes between us. This is a big deal. No matter what we tell ourselves, this is bigger than tonight. I just pray we’re not making a mistake.

As soon as the moment passes, Luke presses his mouth to mine, consuming me in a possessive kiss, his hold on me tightening. I let out a soft moan and he takes advantage, slipping his tongue inside my mouth as he tilts my head, positioning me so he can deepen the kiss.

My heart races as our tongues dance, and while I struggle to take in air, I want more. I don’t ever want to stop. My grip on his shirt tightens as I drag him closer and he groans, breaking our connection to kiss a path down my neck, his hands gliding to the top of my robe so he can push the material from my shoulders.

He moves me away from the wall, and I let the robe drop to the floor before lifting my arms and allowing him to glide the silky camisole over my head, leaving me half naked in front of him.

“This body. Fuck… I can’t get enough of it.” He kisses his way toward my breasts, wrapping his lips around one of my nipples, his tongue lavishing the bud.

I cry out as my body bucks against his, and the sensation of him finally touching me again is almost too much to bear. This morning was amazing. A moment I’ll never forget. But this is so much more than that.

I run my hand through his hair, gently tugging on the strands as he moves to my other nipple, before making his way across my ever expanding belly, staring up at me with his signature smirk.

But when my legs shake under his intense gaze, his brows furrow before he stands up, pushing my shorts down in the same movement, not bothering to wait until I’ve stepped out of them before spinning me toward the couch and perching me on the arm, facing him.

“I’ve got you,” he repeats before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips and dropping to his knees, spreading me wide, his eyes locked on my core as he clenches his teeth. “God, Amelia,” he groans. “You’re always wet for me. Always ready.” I try to close my legs but he stops me, his voice as much as his touch halting my moves. “Such a beautiful sight. And while I can’t wait to sink my cock inside you again, I need to taste you first. I needallof you. Not being able to touch you this morning almost killed me.”

He slides my panties to the side and runs his tongue through my heat, making me cry out as my body shakes. “God, Luke.”

“I know. But I promise, no teasing this time. I need it too much.”

As he licks me again, he presses a finger to my entrance and ever so slowly pushes inside me, as if knowing I’m going to need a moment to get used to it again. After giving me a second, he curls the tip and rubs against my wall until I cry out, my body grinding against his face, seeking my pleasure, just like he once asked me to do.

“Yes. Good girl. Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you take what you need.”

Jesus. That mouth.

He makes me want to please him. To do more to elicit the sexy raspiness of his voice.

Because with that and the control in his tone—the praise—I am butter in his hands.

“Make me come, Luke. I need to come.”

“With pleasure.”

He sucks my clit into his mouth and pumps a finger inside me before adding a second and twisting them around. I thrash against his face as the pressure builds inside me, the sensation of my impending orgasm sitting just out of reach.

As if sensing I’m close, Luke removes his fingers and penetrates me with his tongue before slowly licking toward my clit as his finger hovers closer to my back entrance, the tip resting against my hole. I have never done anything like that before, but just the thought of it, the fact that he’s pushing me out of my comfort zone while his tongue curls against my clit and his thumb rubs against my core, has me flying over the edge until I’m cursing the heavens for relief.

“Oh Godddd,” I moan as my body jolts and my release coats Luke’s face. My eyes find his as he smiles up at me, his tongue teasing me until my body spasms and I have to beg him to stop.

When he finally slows his movements, my breath calms, and after giving me one last lick, he stands up, the warmth of his body surrounding me before his touch caresses my skin.

“You’re perfect, always, but when you come apart like that…” He groans. “The way you trusted me. You’re incredible. Are we still okay?”

“Yes,” I rush out. “More than okay.”

“Good.” He leans closer until his breath warms my neck. “Do you want more?”

God. My legs clench again as a shiver runs through me. “Yes,” I whisper breathlessly. I hate that I can’t see his expression right now, but it’s better that I don’t. I’m already hovering dangerously close to falling for him, and it’s too fast. We need to slow down. Everything is backward. Though I can’t deny the wayhe makes me feel wanted. The way everything he does makes me feel wanted and safe. “Take me, Luke. For tonight, whatever you want. I’m yours.”We can work the rest out later.

“Amelia, fuck.” His voice wavers and the warmth of him disappears as he stands up and moves away. I’m just about to panic, thinking that I’ve said the wrong thing when the sound of a condom packet permeates the air and I actually laugh.

“Little late for that, don’t you think?” I sass before covering my mouth, terrified that I ruined the moment. But Luke chuckles.

“I didn’t want to assume, you know, because…”

He trails off as my smile fades until I get it. He’s protecting me again. “Have you ever gone without?”

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