Page 8 of Lose Me In The Shadows

To make sure, he caressed her ass, feeling her tremble beneath his hand.

“Sweetheart,” he said, “I’m going to give you a little taste of what I think we both want. If at any point youdon’twant this, say stop and I will, okay? When we—if we—get to know each other better, we can talk about things like safe words.”

“You haven’t even started,” she pointed out. He rewarded for her sass—he liked her sass—by peeling off her shorts and panties.

“Step out,” he ordered, and she did.

Her ass was as succulent, sweet, and ripe as he’d imagined, her two cheeks just begging to be reddened.

And bit.

And fucked.

All in good time. Hopefully they’d have a lot of it. For a moment, he remembered Conor and Micah and what was expected of him, but he pushed the thought away. He’d already crossed lines—Conor’s, Micah’s, and his own. He might as well go for broke.

With that, he smacked her right cheek. A moment later, the feeling caught up with Kara and she fucking moaned. Not yelped, not groaned—moaned.

Tapping her where her thighs met, he ordered, “Open, sweetheart.”

She obeyed him, widening her stance.

“Wider,” he said, and after a brief pause, she moved her legs further apart until he had room to play.

Luke reached his hand between her thighs, caressing her gently, and panting a little bit himself when he felt her tremble.

“Oh, sweetheart, do you realize how wet you are? You must have really needed this,” he said.

“Luke,” she pleaded, and he wasn’t sure for what, exactly, but before she could say more, he spanked her again—right on her pussy.

She screamed this time, and more wetness met his hand. Luke had to center himself—he felt that scream in his cock and all he wanted to do was unzip his shorts and bury himself in her tight cunt.

He controlled himself as she shook against him. But then she said, “Luke, I need you,” and he growled, pressing his mouth against her ear.

“Need me how, sweetheart? Tell me.”

She whimpered. Triumph buzzed through him. He thought he could get high off this, how well she responded to him. He bit her on her neck.

“Say please, sweetheart,” he crooned, then kissed the spot where he’d bit her. He wanted to bite her again—so hard she bruised.

Another time.

Because there was going to be time. He wasn’t sure when he’d decided this—on the climbing wall last week, when she’d been vulnerable with him, or during their brief, lust-fueled argument—but he was going to make sure this wasn’t a one and done kind of thing.

Even if it made him an even bigger asshole and liar.

So he indulged himself and bit her neck again.

“Please,” she begged. Holding her in place with one hand on her hip, he used the other to open his shorts and pull out his cock.

“You want this?” He growled against her, biting her ear this time.

Kara’s response was a chorus of moans and sobs, followed by one long, drawn-out word:

“Yesssss!”

Luke’s control snapped.

He thrust inside her tight heat, feeling her squeeze around him. He didn’t give her a chance to adjust, pulling out and thrusting back in, over and over, to the tempo of Kara’s breath. This wasn’t two people getting off who happened to be physically connected. Everything she felt, Luke felt. Every pulse, every clench, every breath, every cry traveled through his body and propelled him to move faster and harder.

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