Page 56 of Legends Luke

“You didn’t.” His voice was husky, and her body warmed at the sound.

“I can’t believe you’re still here.”

“I am.”

She smiled at his brief answers. “You didn’t have to stay.”

“I know.”

“I’m glad you did. I’m sorry for how I acted the other day, and I want to forget it happened. Think we can start over?”

“No,” he replied gently. “But we can move forward.”

Her smile grew. “I like that.”

As if pulled by a magnet, she continued to trace his lip, marveling at how soft it felt under her touch. Luke didn’t move, but his pupils constricted as he watched her.

“Luke?”

“Yeah.”

“I want to kiss you.”

“I won’t stop you.”

She stretched her neck until she was directly over his face. Tilting her head, she leaned down until her mouth covered his. The contact was light, teasing. Her heart pounded in her chest, and shewanted more. Her tongue caressed his lips where they parted, and he opened wider, giving her the access she craved. His tongue met hers, and the kiss deepened as they tasted and explored. Her hands touched the sides of his face, her fingers tangling in his hair. She could feel his five o’clock shadow against her palm, and the contrast with the softness of his hair made her stomach do somersaults. Eventually, she had to pull away to take a deep breath.

“Mel?” His breathing was labored, his pupils dark with desire. She felt a thrill at knowing she had that effect on him.

“Yes?”

“I want to touch you.”

“Then touch me.”

In a maneuver she never expected, Luke flipped them over until her back was pressed against the couch cushions. His body covered hers so she could feel his warmth without being crushed under his weight. He stared down at her, his eyes devouring her. Then his lips captured hers in a kiss that robbed her of breath. His hand snaked under the hem of her shirt to caress the skin at her waist. She slid her hands up his muscular arms, pulling him closer to her.

She broke their kiss. “We’d have more space in my bedroom.”

He grinned. “Is that an invitation?”

“Hell, yes.”

He stood and pulled her to her feet. Holding tightly to his hand, she led the way to her bedroom. Once they were in the bedroom, she had no time to be embarrassed by the clutter. They were a tangle of arms working to disrobe each other in record time. Once they werefacing each other with nothing between them but a little space, they looked their fill.

Melody started at his toes, finding the sight of his masculine feet against the plush carpet sexier than it should have been. Her gaze caressed the tight muscles of his calves, over his trunk-like thighs, to pause at the sight of his thick, hard cock. Pulling her eyes away, she finished her perusal of his six-pack, defined chest, strong arms which could also be gentle when they held her, and finally his handsome face. By the time she finished, he regarded her with his signature smirk.

“Enjoying the view?”

She returned his grin. “Very much. Now turn around. I want the full effect.”

He did as she commanded, and she enjoyed the view of his broad shoulders, the line down his muscular back, and his firm buttocks. He looked delectable coming and going, and she was filled with a longing unlike anything she’d felt before.

She expected to be embarrassed about her own lush body having more cellulite than muscle, but she didn’t care. She wanted Luke, and the only thing that mattered was if he wanted her as much.

He turned back around, his grin self-assured. “My turn. Give me a show, baby.”

She shook her head, moving until there was only a whisper of space between them. “I want you. I don’t want to wait another minute. I need you to kiss me, to touch me. I need to feel you inside me. Now.”

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