Page 98 of The Best Book Boyfriend
“Luke, Luke stop—” I punch my fist against his chest and he freezes, his eyes wracked with confusion. “Your blinds are still open.” Though the doors that line the back wall of the room only look into his garden, there are gardens and houses beyond them and with the lights on in here, we must be putting on quite the show.
“Oops,” he laughs and kisses me more. Slipping out of me, he bends to step out of the jeans and underwear pooled at his feet and then he does my favourite thing ever. He slams inside me again and I cry out when he pulls me to his chest, grips my ass and lifts me from the table. Had I told him I love it when Book Boyfriends do this? I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight, firmly impaled on him. He carries me out of the kitchen, along the hallway, pausing for a second to pin me to the wall and hoist me higher.
“Ooft, this seems way easier in the books,” he laughs and I giggle into his neck.
“You can put me down if you like.”
“Never. Do you know how much I’ve thought about the night we fucked here?” He lifts me again with a deep thrust. I bite my lip so hard I almost pierce it.
Then he’s climbing the stairs, kicking the door to his bedroom open and tumbling us both gently onto the sheets. The rush of the scent of him floods my brain. I think about the nights I’ve stayed here this week. How I held him, and he held me, and how I pushed the ache for more away. Now here we are, tearing into each other, feasting on the inevitable.
“I’ve pictured you here so often.” His fingers nestle into mine and he lifts my arm above my head, pinning me. “After tonight you’re never leaving this bed.”
My breath goes choppy and my heart swells and of course, of course I’m leaving this bed, but I’m never leaving him and he’s never leaving me. I feel important and wanted and needed and loved. And right where I’m supposed to be.
He grips the mattress above my head and slams into me. This kind, gorgeous man, unable to hold back now we’re naked. My man.Nice men who turn feral are my weakness.My words replay in my head as he makes me see sparks.
I tilt my hips up to his, my fingertips clutching at the sides of his chest, as he slowly withdraws and does it again, and again, and again. The smack where our bodies meet is exquisite. “Do you like this?” he asks, my earlobe in his teeth.
“I love it,” I gasp when he knocks the breath from me, edging me further up the bed. “I love you.”
Our pace changes then, his eyes on mine as his hips roll deep and slow. He moans from low in his throat. “Say it again.”
Those three tiny words unlock everything I’ve been keeping secret for so long. “I love you,” I cry out, emotion flooding me from head to toe. And I really do, I mean it so much.
“I love you too,” he groans. He says it to my face, then again into our kiss, and again into my ear. He covers my body with his, his arms under my waist pulling my body closer and I just can’t get enough of the way he fits me, holds me, owns me. I’m climbing higher and higher and everything throbs when I watch him lick his fingertips and reach down between us, pressing firmly against me.
“Oh shit, Luke.”
“I know, I know. Let yourself go.”
My back arches and my eyes squeeze shut as I grip fistfuls of sheets.
“Look at me. I want to see your face when I make you come. You’re so beautiful when you come.”
I open my eyes and watch his light up as his deep thrusts draw pleasure from every part of me. I never want this to end, and I have to remember the reassurances I gave him. We can do this again, it’s not a one time thing, I don’t have to hold back.
He sees it all, reads my face and I accept my fate when he rubs harder. The feeling builds in my thighs first. A twitching, then a tightening, then it takes over the rest of me, my body engulfed in flames as I reach my heavenly peak with his name on my lips.
I go limp in his arms, losing control of my body as I shake beneath him. Luke pulls me harder against the force of his thrusts, fast, fast then still as his hips grind against me and he groans into my chest with his release.
“Oh Kara, oh Kara, oh mine.” He presses his forehead to my neck, only ragged breath between us as we climb down from our high, my body still twitching around his as he lowers himself fully against me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, stroke his hair, kiss his temple. And there we stay; breathless, satiated, held, loved.
I see it in his eyes, emotion flushing his face, telling me wordlessly what I already know. He loves me. He’ll never leave me. He’ll do anything for me. And I don’t doubt any of it.
Luke and Kara. Kara and Luke. He is everything. My friend, my champion, my love. My nice man who turns feral. The one Book Boyfriend I’ll never want to replace.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Luke
“So,whoarewegoing to be tonight?”
“With this stage and these lights?” Kara breaks into a Southern drawl, her hand on one hip as she pops it out to the side. “I think I’m gonna be Shannon, a small-town girl with a voice like honey who’ll do anything to catch her big break.”
“Oh, then I’ll definitely be Dickie, a grumpy talent scout from a failing record label, looking for solace at the bottom of a whisky bottle. I’ll be blown away by your voice and your… charm and develop a sudden obsession with knowing what’s between your legs.” I cup her ankle gently and shift my hand slowly up and past her knee. She wobbles a little on the ladder and bursts out laughing.
