Page 69 of I Want You
“Christ, woman. That was incredible.”
I lay on his chest, smiling to myself. My fingers traced small circles on his pec as I listened to his breathing start to slow.
Realization hit me out of the blue. Luke had been divorced for approximately thirty-six hours, and I was already lying in his bed. What if this didn’t mean the same thing to him that it meant to me?
“Luke?” I said quietly.
“Yeah?” His hand was in my hair again, playing with mycurls absently.
I was trying to figure out what I wanted to say exactly. I wanted to make sure he was in the right headspace for what just happened between us. I wanted him to not regret this tomorrow morning. And I really didn’t want to be a rebound for him.
“Hey, whatever is going through that beautiful head of yours, you can tell me,” he said after I took too long to answer.
I inhaled a deep breath, the mixed scent of our releases mingling in my nose.
“I know you’ve only been divorced for like one and a half days, and maybe this wasn’t the best day to take this step. If you wake up tomorrow and realize that this isn’t what you want, just know that I’m still going to be your friend.”
Luke’s hand had stilled in my hair, his entire body frozen beneath me.
“Do you think this was a mistake?”
“No. God, no. But if you did, I would understand.”
He peeled away from me so that he could look me in the eye. He held my face gently in his hands.
“Letty, I need you to listen to me and listen carefully. You with me?”
I nodded my head as best I could.
“Good. Scarlett Ruth Hart, I am not going to regret this. Not tomorrow, not next week, not next year. I would never risk losing you if I wasn’t completely in this. I want to keep exploring how much more our friendship can be. Yes, my divorce did just come through yesterday, but Letty, my marriage has been over for a long time. This wasn’t some onetime thing that I wanted to get out of my system. You mean way too much to me to play with you like that.”
“You mean the world to me, Luke. Promise me that no matter what, we’ll still be friends.”
He brought my face to his and kissed me. If Luke decided at some point that we were better off as friends, I needed to know that I wouldn’t lose him.
“I promise,” he whispered.
A sense of relief hit me. I curled into his side and wrapped my arms around his chest. He held me tightly, placing a soft kiss to the top of my curls. I still couldn’t believe that I was here with him, but at the same time, nothing had ever felt more right.
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Luke
Scarlett shifted on the bed next to me. I pulled her closer, not ready to fully wake up and start the day yet. It felt completely surreal waking up with Scarlett in my arms, her tight body pressed against my chest, her soft ass pushing into my groin.
She moved her hips, her ass sliding along my hard length, and moaned softly.
As much as my brain was foggy with sleep, and a slight hangover from last night, my dick was ready and raring to go. I kissed her shoulder through her mass of curls, the morning light highlighting her fiery, copper mane.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Hell yeah, it is. How’d you sleep?”
I drew my hand across her belly, relishing in the softness of her milky skin under my palm. I trailed up her sternum, passing my thumb over her peaked nipple.
“Good.” Her breathing quickened, and her head fell back. “So good.”
I didn’t know if she was still talking about her quality of sleep or the way I was playing with her body.
