Page 59 of Scripted for Love and Poison
“Can we shag first, do all the talk you seem to need after,andmake slow unhurried love after that?” He looked at her with a raw yearning in his eyes.
They were so close to the ocean that she could hear the sound of the waves washing against the Santa Monica coast. She could even smell the saltiness of seawater in the room. Or perhaps it was Luke’s labored breathing that she was smelling. His fragrance had always reminded her of the sea.
She didn’t reply. Not with words. She simply returned his stare.Whatever you want.
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He looked at her with eyes that saidYour rulesand then he took his T-shirt off. His smirk never left his lips.
If asked about it before meeting Luke, Sol would have said that after so many months into a relationship, she’d see herself immune to many of the charms in a lover. That wasn’t the case with him.
Her heart still skipped a beat and raced ahead, her face blushed, and she felt the need to fan herself every time he stripped. She was ashamed to admit that she’d probably only felt that deeply hot and enthralled by someone’s body walking among Greco-Roman marble sculptures depicting athletes, and the time in Florence when she just couldn’t take her eyes off Michelangelo’sDavidand didn’t leave the Uffizi Galleries for hours.
Luke was breathing, moving, human marble sculpted to perfection—or at least to some of Sol’s ideals of what a male body had to look like: athletic and slender, toned but not bulky, olive-skinned, and with a few dark hairs grazing his chest. And he was completely aware of the effect he had onher. He took his pants off next, and she allowed her eyes to drink in all his beauty. But he was still not completely naked. Her eyes searched for his, slowly traveling down his body until stopping on his boxers, arching her eyebrows in urgent demand.
His smirk grew even more pronounced, and he took the garment off.
She bit her lower lip, allowing herself one glimpse at his erection and proceeding to also undress.
“I can help you,” he told her, moving closer and leaning forward over her as her back was still against the wall. The saltiness in his smell hit her even harder.
He unclasped her bralette first, his forehead glued against hers, his chestnut eyes on Sol’s, his lips hovering a few millimeters from her mouth. His left arm firmly clasped around her waist.
“You’re gonna kill me with the fucking anticipation,” she told him in between breaths as the fingers of his right hand traced her collarbone, the lines of her shoulder, pulling down one of the straps of her bra, then the other. Slowly uncovering her breasts completely and getting rid of the garment.
You need to start taking the need for fastness seriously,she almost complained, but she didn’t as he kneeled in front of her, pulling down her leggings and thong and tossing them aside. When he took his mouth between her legs and indulged her clit with the urgency she required, she arched her back against the wall. Her eyes closed. One of her hands went to his tousled hair, and the other one searched the wall for balance—her legs were starting to feel wobbly. She loosened and got lost in the utterly sensual position.
“As much as I missed this,” Sol whimpered after whathad felt like an instant of bliss but she was sure it had been actual minutes, “I need more.”
“So bloody impatient!” Luke grumbled and started standing up, his tongue tracing a hot, wet line along her body in his ascent.
He grazed her hip bone with his teeth, explored her belly button, tasted the whole contour of her breast, and licked the most sensitive area at her neck and behind her earlobe.
He kissed her lips then, his body pushing into her against the wall.
When she finally came up for air, her mouth disentangling from him momentarily, she decided to voice her complaint—even if there was no dissatisfaction but simply the urge to mess with him.
“Too much, ”she started as he bit her lower lip and pulled at it, “fucking foreplay,” she continued in a laborious exhale. And she knew she was moaning, partly because those lips of his were lighting her skin on fire. But mostly because two of his fingers were relentless, taking turns against her clitoris and inside her.
He smirked at her remark. “Liar.”
And, okay, perhaps she’d been a bit deceitful, but she loved provoking him when they were fucking.
“Turn around,” his smokey voice told her.
“Finally,” she sighed and could hear his protesting snicker as she turned and his greedy hands clasped at her hips, pulling her ass against his body.
She reached behind her, finding his cock and bringing it to her opening. As he sank inside her, they both cried out in pleasure.
“Harder,” she pleaded. He thrusted inside her again,pressing her against the wall, and she felt him deeper this time.
His fingers circled her clit, and she felt rapt. Her eyelids dropped, and she simply—felt. Luke’s breath on her neck, his chest raspy against her back, his cock plunging against her in a delirious, intoxicating rhythm.
Right then, pinned against a wall in one of her favorite hotels in the world, she would have had difficulties answering common questions like what was the name of said hotel, what she did for a living, or where she lived. She would fail at telling someone her name even.
Because then, she was just a woman getting exactly what she needed most at the moment from her lover, in the most delicious, unrelenting way.
“Voy a—” she started saying, and the first notes of release had her screaming.
