Page 99 of Beautiful Storm

Okay. That’s a touchy subject. “I wasn’t going to say that,” I snap, and it’s not a lie. I must have been dreaming. But who was I dreaming about?God, why the hell did I snuggle against him?

Luke shakes off his annoyance before huffing out a laugh and jumping out of bed, making my traitorous gaze lock on his naked chest as I miss his presence.Why does he have to be so beautiful?Why does his body have to be so—

“You’re drooling,” he announces, cutting into my thoughts.

“Go home.” I turn away, making him laugh again, and God, if it isn’t just as sexy as his body.

Everything about him is sexy, and right now I’d like to climb him like a tree and—Goddammit.What am I doing?I’m broken.That must be it. It’s the only explanation that’s not completely insane.

How did I go from not really caring about my sex life to wanting someone to touch me so badly that I’m seriously considering Luke as a viable option? He’s not. Last time we had sex I wound up pregnant and… Well, I guess the worst-case scenario has already happened so…No.Jesus.

Luke laughs at my spiral until I meet his gaze and his expression turns serious. His eyes blaze with a fire I haven’t seen on him since the night we conceived Jelly Bean, and it hits me in the chest. This isn’t just an attraction. But it’s dangerous either way.

My mind reels as Luke huffs out another laugh and turns away.

“Do you need anything before I go?” he asks, glancing around the room. With his focus elsewhere, I find my eyes dropping to his half-naked body, drinking him in again while my mind fogs, all rational sense making way for thoughts of the man standing in front of me.

“Amelia?”

“Nope.” I force a smile as I avert my gaze. “I’m good.”

“Okay. I just need my…there it is.” He moves closer to grab his phone from the bedside table, and his proximity makes me freeze. He’s so close I could reach out and touch him. He could touch me…Nope. I can’t.

Luke groans, drawing my attention, and when I glance up he’s staring at me with his teeth clenched in frustration. “I told you not to look at me like that,” he grates, but I can’t remember him saying that at all.

“Like what? When did you say that?”

“Last time we fucked. You were staring at me like you are now. Like you want me.”

Jesus. My legs clench as desire pools at my center, his words taking me back there, and I internally curse myself but thank my lucky stars he can’t see under the sheet. Only when he groans again, I’m certain he can read my thoughts.

“Fuck, Amelia. Tell me what you want?”

You.I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life, but I’m goddamn terrified of getting hurt again and it’s not just me I have to worry about now.“Nothing,” I rush out instead of sharing my thoughts. “I don’t want anything.”

“So if I was to check your panties right now, I wouldn’t find them wet? I wouldn’t find you dripping for me?”

Holy shit.I am now.

My breath quickens but I fight to keep my cool. “It doesn’t matter what you find, Luke. We can’t.”

“We can’t, what?”

“Luke, please.”

“That’s not helping, Amelia. I love hearing you beg, and it’s obvious how much you want me in your expression. Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll walk away.” He subtly adjusts his cock in his pants, and like the desperate woman I am, I can’t stop myself from watching.

“You’re wrong,” I lie when what I really want is for him to rip my clothes off and devour me, but I can’t say that. Things are finally good between us, and I refuse to do something that ruins that.

“I’m wrong?” Luke’s brows rise as his gaze drops to my legs beneath the sheet, and sure enough, I’m squirming. “You don’t want me to ease your suffering?”

“No,” I whisper. “I promised myself I’d never let you touch me again.” My words come out weak and he knows it. I wait for the smirk. The teasing. But it doesn’t come. Instead, he steps forward, his dark eyes penetrating my soul, making me want things I have no business wanting.

I want him.

“Can I try something?” he rasps as my heart pounds in my chest.

“No, I said—”

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