Page 94 of I Want You
“You do?”
“Yes. More than anything.” He whispered his words against my lips. I closed the infinitesimal gap between us with an urgency I felt in my bones.
“I love you, Luke.” I breathed in the scent of him. “I love you too.”
He’d just brought me to climax minutes ago, but I was already feeling ready for more. I let my mouth do the talking as I pulled him by the waist of his police-issued pants closer to me.
“Baby,” he growled. “I have to get to work, and you’re making it really hard.”
“I like when it’s hard,” I teased.
“Jesus, Letty,” he sighed. “I will give you everything you need when I get home. I’m going to make love to you on every surface of this house, that’s a fucking promise.”
“I guess I can wait. But just know that I’ll be thinking about it all day.” My finger dragged down his still-bare chest, stopping just below his belly button.
“You and me both,” he groaned.
He grabbed his shirt from the back of the couch and finished dressing while I made myself a cup of coffee. I didn’t dare give him a goodbye kiss. I didn’t trust myself to stop. He had me more fired up than I had ever felt. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of him.
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Luke was certainly a man of his word. All week, he had made it his mission to christen every surface in his house—Wyatt’s house—although we weren’t going to tell him that.
It was Halloween tonight, and since it fell on a Friday this year, Harpoon’s had put together a big costume party. I’d roped Luke into a couples costume with the promise of a blowjob, which had him agreeing easily—but even that wasn’t even to convince him to wear the wig.
“Are you sure you don’t want to wear it? Fred is supposed to be blond.” I tried to sell it, but Luke’s unimpressed glare told me he wasn’t buying it.
“It’s itchy and uncomfortable. Tonight, Fred’s got brown hair. Besides, you aren’t wearing a wig.”
“That’s because Daphne has red hair.”
“Mhm. A coincidence, I’m sure.”
“Fine.” I feigned annoyance, but a smile stretched across my face as I took in the bright blue shirt under a too-small white sweater, an orange neckerchief tied around his neck.
“I look like an idiot, and you look hot as hell. This is so not fair.”
“Purple really isn’t my color. It clashes with my hair.”
“Shut your pretty little face. You’re gorgeous in anything, including this short, tight dress.”
I put my hands on Luke’s pecs and let my lips brush against his.
“I’m not a fan of it. Maybe tonight you can help me ruin it.”
Luke’s fingers bit into my skin where his hold on me tightened.
“I love when you talk like that, Letty.”
“Tonight,” I promised.
We ended up getting there later than we said, but not for any fun reasons. Luke had to circle the block a few times, ending up on a side street down the road with how busy it was. People came in costumes of every type, from funny to classic, sexy to scary.
Luke held my hand as we weaved through the throng of people, working our way to the bar. I caught sight of Claire and Reid. Reid had a pitcher of beer at the table, so we diverted course to meet them instead.
“Oh my goodness, you look amazing.” I hugged Claire, even knowing that I was bound to come away with glitter.
Her green dress was paired with a set of fairy wings, while Reid was grumpily wearing a matching green woodland outfit, including a green paper hat and…please tell me he had on a pair of tights.
