Page 13 of Beautiful Storm

He lets out a guttural groan before his body shakes and his cock pulses inside me, giving me another burst of this new ecstasy.

Our movements slow and when my body starts to relax, Luke stills inside me, unmoving while my heart slams against my rib cage.

Time slows, and I’m not sure how long it’s been when he lets out a soft groan and drops onto the bed beside me, curling his arm around my waist, his fingers dancing across my stomach.

Goosebumps coat my already warm skin and I have to bite back another satisfied mewl. That was epic. There is no other way to describe it. Hayley was right. His experience does work in my favor. In everyone’s favor. There was nothing lazy about that. It was heated and intoxicating and so goddamn passionate.

But it was Luke.Shit.

This is what he does. He’s practically a professional.

Clearing my throat, I jump up and search for my clothes, ignoring the fact that my insides still pulse from the best sex of my life. “Thanks for the service,” I say, trying to hide as I wriggle into my thong. “I trust you can let yourself out.”

Luke chuckles as he stands, and I catch sight of his Adonis body, my eyes drawn to the deep grooves that run in a V, guiding my gaze toward his thick, dangerous weapon.Ugh. What is wrong with me?True, it should be considered a weapon with the way it just broke me, but I’m over thirty; I shouldn’t be thinking this way. And I definitely shouldn’t be imagining all the ways I’d like him to continue to destroy me.Dammit.Why does he have to be Luke?

“Want a picture to remember me by?” he asks, and I mentally curse myself, knowing he’s just caught me staring.

“The awful image I have burned into my brain is more than enough, thank you. But I appreciate the offer.” I turn away, grabbing my bra and dress from where they landed on the floor, ignoring Luke when he chuckles again until a string of curses flies from his mouth.

“Fuck. Fucking fuck.”

“What’s the matter?” I ask. “Did you just fall in love with me?” I laugh to myself until Luke falls silent, drawing my attention. “What happened?”

He points to his cock before pointing to the condom on the bed, confusing the hell out of me. “Um…”

“Itbroke, Amelia. Itfuckingbroke.”

I stare at him as the color drains from his face before bursting out laughing.

“It’s not funny,” he says. “You need to—”

“I’m on the pill.” I stare at him until he looks my way. “You can stop panicking. Surely this isn’t the first time something like this has happened to you. Considering how much you get around.”

Luke’s entire body deflates but he still manages to roll his eyes before muttering, “Thank God.”

I roll my eyes right back, then turn around and continue to dress until his presence fills the space behind me. “Tell me, Amelia”—he trails off as though waiting for me to react—“will this little interaction of ours make it into your diary? Will it be accompanied by a photo?”

“What?”The. Hell.I flinch but catch myself before turning around, keeping my expression passive when I face him.

Luke suppresses a smirk, seeing through my facade, and I tense. “Oh, sorry. Was it supposed to be a secret?”

That little asshole. Ugh. He knew about my diary? How is that possible? And for how long?

“Why are you here, Luke?”

“Have you already forgotten you invited me in?”

“No, I meant…I thought I cut you from my lifeyearsago.”

Luke winces. At least I think it’s a wince, but when he laughs a little sardonically, I’m not so sure. “You thought you cutmeout?” He scoffs. “I was glad to see you go.”

“Then why talk to me at all tonight?” I throw my hands in the air and spin around, storming toward the door.

“I saw you and couldn’t help myself.” He pulls on his shirt but leaves the buttons undone, letting it hang from his ripped body as he picks up his jacket, trying to mess with my head. Andit’s working. “I wanted to talk to the woman that’s continued to affect my lifeyearsafter she left it.”Huh? “Then I couldn’t walk away when you stepped headfirst into trouble.”

“I, what?” I’m not asking about the trouble, as he alluded to that before. But…what did I do to affect him?

“You almost cost me my football career,” he answers my silent question. “Multiple times. It was years before I stopped having to explain myself.”

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