Page 50 of Keeping You
His eyes darken as he takes in my bare breasts before he leans down, capturing one nipple in his mouth.
Gasping, my head falls back as he sucks and licks, his hands roaming over my body. Impatient, I reach for his belt, fumbling with the buckle in my haste to get his pants off. This, of course, makes him laugh, but he offers his assistance, and soon he's standing before me, naked and gorgeous. His cock is thick and long and so ready.
I take him in my hand, stroking gently, and he groans, his head falling back. “Fuck, Callie,” he says again, his voice strained.
Feeling powerful, I bend lower him for a taste.
He groans, his hands tangling in my hair as I work him with my tongue and lips. But he doesn't let me play for long. Far too soon for my liking, he pulls me up, kisses me hard, and pushes me back onto the bed before crawling over me, lining up and driving deep inside of me in one smooth motion.
Oh Lord, that feels good.I wrap my legs around him, urging him on, shamelessly whimpering as I beg him to go faster. Harder.
We move together, our bodies finding that perfect rhythm, the right blend of pleasurable torture while racing to the finishing line.
When his mouth finds mine again, teasing and driving me wild, I cup his face, kissing him for all I’m worth, trying to tell him, without words, how much he means to me.
My orgasm is building, my body tightening around him, quivering, waiting for the explosion.
“Come with me, Callie. Come with me, baby.”
I do. I fall over the edge, my body convulsing around him, my nails digging into his back as wave after wave of bliss crash over me.
Luke quickly follows after pounding into me roughly before he cries out, and his body shudders through an extended release.
Much later, we lie tangled in my sheets, my head in the curve of his shoulder, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare back. The room is quiet, except for our breathing, which has finally slowed to normal. Outside, night has fully settled in, and moonlight spills through the blinds in silver ribbons across the bed.
There’s this certainty that's been growing inside me since he rolled back into town. Perhaps it never really left; it just went dormant all those years we were apart. And now it's bloomed again, stronger than before.
“Luke?” I murmur, sleepy and sated.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you. For the book, for everything.”
He shifts his head to peer down at me, his expression open in a way it rarely is with others. “You're welcome.”
I prop myself up on one elbow to gaze at him, taking in the strong lines of his face, softened now in the dim light of my bedroom. With the tip of my finger, I draw circles around one of his nipples, gathering my courage. “I'm happy you came back to Cupid's Creek.”
His eyes meet mine, serious, caring, and full of an emotion I hope matches mine. “Me too.”
I feel the words rising in my throat, the ones I've been holding back. The ones that terrify me because of everything they mean. “I...” For a second, I'm that seventeen-year-old girl again, afraid of how much I feel for him.
He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek. “It's okay,” he says softly. “You don't have to say anything.”
But I want to. After all the pretending, I need to say what I never said back then.
“I love you, Luke.” The words come out in a rush.
His eyes widen slightly, and for one heart-stopping moment, I wonder if I've misread everything. Then the most heart-stopping, panty-melting smirk forms on his lips. His eyes shine in the darkened room. “I love you, Callie. I've loved you for as long as I can remember. And I don't think I could ever love anybody as much as I do you.”
Somehow, against all odds, after years apart and weeks of pretending, we've found our way to something real. I can't help but think about Anne Shirley and how she believed in kindred spirits because, for the first time in a very long time, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Chapter Fifteen
Callie
Iclutch Luke's waist, my fingers hooked into his belt loops as we lean into a curve, the motorcycle humming beneath us, vibrating like a living thing. The unseasonably warm afternoon breeze whips the ends of my hair around the edge of the helmet, and I can't help but laugh, the sound carried away as quickly as it escapes my lips. I've never been on a motorcycle before today, and the exhilaration is nothing short of addictive.
“You okay back there?” He calls over his shoulder, his voice difficult to hear over the engine's growl. I rub his shoulders, noticing, like I did this morning, that he seems tense today.
