Page 122 of Beautiful Storm

Without a response, Luke slides me to the edge of the counter and lowers me to my feet, spinning me around. But instead of standing behind me like he said he would, he bends me over and turns my face toward the mirror before dropping to his knees.

“I wasn’t finished eating.”

Jesus Christ.A rush of heat floods to my middle as his tongue flattens against my most sensitive areas. He licks slowly, working his way to my back entrance, making me squirm when he stops just before he gets there and makes his way back. He repeats his actions torturously slowly until I’m bucking against his face, then he pulls back and smirks at me in the mirror. “This is the part I love. When you fuck me with abandon.”

“God, Luke,” I cry out as my middle pulses with need, waiting for him to give me more of his tongue, but he stands and lines himself up with my entrance, sinking into me in one go.

I scream out his name as he rolls his hips into me, and when I stare at our reflection, he groans, his expression highlighting his restraint. “Don’t hold back. I need more, Luke. Don’t hold back.”

His eyes widen before he grabs my hips and slams into me. With one hand wrapped securely around my stomach, I use theother to push against the counter, meeting his intensity, thrust for thrust, as my orgasm builds.

Luke grunts as I cry out, and when I’m hovering on the edge of ecstasy, he glides his hand around to my heat and circles my clit, sending me flying.

“Yes, oh God, Luke. That’s…”

“I know. Fuck, I know.”

He continues to pound into me, and when he finds his own release, he groans out my name before folding his body over me, grabbing the counter to support his weight. My eyes lock on his in the mirror and a moment passes between us. A perfect moment, like two souls finally connecting.

My breathing slows, and just like last time, when we both come down to earth, Luke carries me to his bed, but this time, he slips in beside me, engulfing me in his warmth before falling asleep. And I was right; his bed is phenomenal. I take a moment to just be and then drift off to the soft sound of his breathing, thinking about how easy it is with Luke, not just the sleep, but everything.

And it terrifies me because I could get used to this. Only there’s one question standing in my way… Am I ready to risk my heart again?

Work is crazy over the next month, so we only manage to sneak in a few moments together. And other than taking Shadow for a quick walk, it’s never in public. And it’s never enough.

I miss him. And I wish there was some normalcy between us, but that’s not in the cards just yet.

I ache for him. For more. But that’s the nature of both our jobs, and I’m used to it from my time with Preston. Not that I want to compare any part of my current relationship with my past, but it’s impossible not to find similarities. They’re both in the public eye—Luke more so than Preston—and they both have jobs that take them away for extended periods. And while that was never my issue with Preston, suddenly with Luke at an away game, I’m lonely.

When the game’s set to begin, Hayley comes over for a viewing date, armed with some fancy ice cream flavors and a smile. I can’t help but laugh as I dig in to my mix of chocolate, caramel, and cookies and cream.

“This is much better than my own concoction. Though I did love the popcorn and ice cream.”

“You did? I was just throwing out random fun stuff.”

“I figured that out when you said Vegemite.”

“I will get you to try it one day.”

“We’ll see.” I laugh to hide the fact that the thought makes me nauseous.

“So… I—”

“Shhh.” Hayley shushes me as she rushes over to her phone and turns up her music. I start to giggle but when I hear a familiar voice, I gasp. “Is this…” She trails off as her eyes flash to mine.

“It is.” It’s Preston’s song. The one he wanted my ideas for.

“I like it.” Hayley smiles. “It’s more emotional, more angsty. It’s—”

“About me.”

“What?” Her eyes widen as she clicks through her phone and starts the song again. “Dammit, it doesn’t have the lyrics. Do you know them?”

“By heart.” I nod.

“It sounds like unrequited love. I thought you were married when you were kids.”

“We weren't kids.” I roll my eyes. “I was in my twenties when we married, and we didn’t actually get together until after our junior prom.”

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