I ignore the goose bumps that coat my skin and smile. “I have. You did good.”
“Thank you. Does that mean I’ve earned a proper goodnight kiss?”
“That depends? Are you kicking me out?”
“Nope. Just taking it early.”
“I’ll allow it.”
He tugs me closer until our bodies crash, and before a breath has left my lips, his hands are cupping my face as he presses his mouth to mine.
My fingers glide under the cotton of his tee, skimming over the ridges of his abs, and he groans at my touch, deepening the kiss as his hold turns possessive. And for the first time, I want to give back. I want him to burn for me like I burn for him. I want to please him.
Pulling my lips from his, I push him back and unbuckle his belt. Without breaking his stare, I flick open the button on his pants and slide the zipper down, a new confidence taking over me.
His muscles tense under my fervent gaze, but when I slowly crouch down, dragging his jeans along with me, he lets out a tortured groan.
My lips pull into a victorious smile until he catches me by the arm and lifts me to standing.
“You are a fucking goddess, Amelia. But you are not getting on your knees for me.”
The sternness of his tone catches me off guard, but I stand firm. “What if I want to?”What if I need to?
“If you want it that badly, you can wait until after our baby is born. I’ll be more than happy to accept your offer then.”
My heart jolts but I roll my eyes and open my mouth to complain. Only to stop myself. I can’t pretend his argument doesn’t make him sexier, and there are other ways I can please him; I just have to get creative. “Okay.” I give in. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?” I sass, knowing very well that’s not what he wants to do.
“No, Amelia. I do not want to watch a movie. I want to lay you back on the counter and spread your legs until your pussy is ondisplay for me. Then I want to take my time eating my dessert, and when I’m done and you’re screaming my name, I’m going to drop your feet to the floor and fuck you from behind while you watch us in the mirror.”
Oh God.My knees go weak as my arousal pools between my legs and my center throbs. I have never wanted sex this much in my life, and I really hope it’s not just the hormones taking over.
“That works,” I squeak out, making Luke chuckle.
“Is now good?”
“Yep. Ready when you are.”
Luke smirks at my quick response as he steps out of his jeans. “I bet you are.”
The two sides of Luke can be a mind spin, but God, do I appreciate them both.
Without waiting another second, he pulls my leggings down before my panties follow, and when he removes my shirt and bra, leaving me completely naked in front of him, my stomach knots while his eyes drink me in. The heat in his gaze as he slowly rakes over me makes me want to shy away, but I don’t. I never have with him, and while it’s new, I like that he brings out a confidence in me.
But I need him.
“Didn’t I mention I was ready? Now,” I pant, not bothering to hide my desperation, and I wait for him to laugh. But the heat in his eyes turns to fire, and before I know it I’m in the air as he carries me over to the counter, spreading me out exactly as planned.
He slows then, his eyes on my center as he pumps his cock and his tongue sneaks out to coat his lips. I wriggle under his stare but keep my legs locked open, loving the way he’s watching me.
An idea comes to mind, and I skate my hand down my body, waiting for him to notice. His gaze snaps to my fingers as I glidethem through my heat, and a guttural groan rips from within him.
“God, Amelia.” His eyes linger as I massage my clit. “Fuck, I’d love to keep watching.” He pumps his cock in rhythm until he stops suddenly. “But I can’t hold back. Not again. I need you.”
He groans again before his mouth is at my core, replacing my fingers with his tongue. He laps at my center, his fingers spreading me apart, and within seconds I’m writhing beneath him.
He’s barely had time to lavish my clit when I’m squeezing my legs shut and begging him to stop.
“Wait. I know you want this, but I want to watch and I need you inside me.”