Page 68 of Light of Day
And right now, it felt like the only person she wanted to talk to about it was Luke.
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Luke was alreadyin bed when he heard the tapping on his front door. Sleep felt far away—the tension of the past few hours still coiled in his body. He’d cleaned his kitchen as much as he could, double-checked his smoke detector, left several lights on to discourage a repeat arsonist visit.
Up until lately, the constable job had been mostly calm, maybe even boring at times. Plenty of time for fishing off the dock.
Not anymore.
When he opened his door to find Heather on the porch, he was glad he hadn’t grabbed his firearm, which had been his first impulse. Without overthinking it, he tugged her inside and into his arms. “I was hoping you’d come.”
“Yes, but it’s just to?—”
He stopped her with a searing kiss. So much adrenaline was still pumping through his system, and the touch of her lips was the first thing he’d been able to focus on since he’d gotten home. He poured all that energy into the kiss, saying without words what was on his mind—there’s something real here, I want you, let me kiss you, let me take you to bed.
Her mouth opened under his, just as greedy and needy as he was. Heat flared between them, wild and intense, and a moment later her hands were running up and down his bare back. He’d been naked in bed, and only pulled on a pair of boxers before coming to the door. They were no match for the fierce erection that surged behind the thin fabric. Or for Heather’s thigh rubbing against him. He groaned deep in his throat and spun her around, backing her toward his bedroom.
But they didn’t even make it that far. The wall was closer, that spot just past the pegboard that held the coats, perfectly situated so he could pin her up against it and press himself against her body. She was gasping now, clawing at his back, reaching for his erection, touching him, kissing his neck, biting his shoulder. God. Damn.
His mind went blank except for want and need. Under her open jacket, he pushed up her shirt, vaguely realizing that she’d changed into a tank top with spaghetti straps, the kind that didn’t require a bra. Her bare breasts spilled forth, luminous in the dark. He gathered them in his hands and dipped his head to feast on the swelling nipples.
She moaned out loud and tilted her head back against the wall. While he kept licking and sucking those beautiful breasts, he unzipped her jeans and plunged a hand between her legs. Hot and wet and maddening…juicy and slippery against his fingers, until he found that hard nub that made her cry out with pleasure.
Only after she’d come hard against his hand did he lift her up and wrap her legs around his hips. He swung her around and headed for the bedroom. “As much as I’d love to fuck you up against that wall, we’re gonna need a condom.”
“Mmmm,” she hummed against his neck. Her heart was still beating fast against his chest, and her warm breath tickled his skin. Fiery energy coursed through his veins. He could have carried her a mile, two miles; he felt like Superman.
He set her on the edge of the bed and went to grab a condom from his dresser. When he turned around again, fully sheathed, she was in the midst of stripping off the rest of her clothes, pushing her jeans down to her feet, where they snagged on her ankle boots. He bent over to help her get them off, then tugged her jeans after them.
His reward was a feast for the eyes—a fully naked, golden-freckled Heather scooting back on the bed to make room for him. The hot invitation in her eyes, in the way she beckoned to him, the way she teased him with a sway of her ass, an arch of her back…in a flash, he stripped off his boxers and pounced on the bed. Pinned her to it, nibbled at the arch of her throat when she threw her head back. He loved how she abandoned herself to the pleasure. Watching her gasp at every lick of his tongue on her skin was a wild turn-on. Not that he needed any more turn-ons. His cock was tight to bursting.
He felt between her thighs, making sure she was still ready.
“Do it,” she urged in a voice deepened with desire, thick and sweet as molasses. “Come inside. I want you. I want to feel you.”
He found her entrance and nudged his erection against her, testing her wetness.
“It’sfine,” she said through clenched teeth.
He paused, just teasing her now. “I’m a big believer in consent.”
“You damn well better be, because obviously. Are you also a believer in driving a woman up a wall?”
Her tart tone made him laugh. That was the piece of being with Heather that he adored, that he’d never found with anyone else. That honesty, that directness, that sense of fun—it went right to his pleasure centers and unlocked something inside him.
“I’m a believer in anything that makes you come hard,” he growled as he pinned her spread thighs to the bed. He plunged inside her and pleasure uncoiled from the base of his spine and swamped his brain. They moved together in hot, awkward collisions—her nose bumped against his shoulder, his hipbone clashed against hers. What were they, teenagers?
Soon they found their rhythm and stopped banging into each other—and rocked and ground and urged each other on until he felt the flutter of her inner muscles, and that was too much, that was his trigger. He erupted into a long, groaning climax that turned him upside down and emptied him down to the bone.
Like shipwrecked sailors, they lay panting on his bed, entangled with pillows in place of seaweed. The release from the stress of the day felt profound, every one of his muscles relaxed.
“Blessed be,” he murmured, making her giggle.
She snuggled against him and he felt deep sleep closing in. “Gotta get this condom off,” he mumbled. He barely had time to wrap it in a tissue and toss it in the wastebasket before he dropped into the healing, soothing darkness.
He woke up with a start when the first light of day shone through his window shades. Heather was coming out of the bathroom, a blanket wrapped around her.
“I should get back to my mom,” she said, when she saw he was awake. “I told her I wouldn’t be gone for long. I didn’t expect—” She gestured toward the bed. “I didn’t expect to fall asleep.”
