Page 45 of Falling Hard
"You sure you’re not cheating?" I asked.
"In cards, or our future marriage, I'd never cheat. Plus, I don’t need to cheat. You’re unraveling all on your own."
I'd known Luke my whole life; he was the faithful kind. So, I focused on the last part of what he said. "You wish."
"Oh, I do." He gave me a slow grin that made my thighs press together under the table. "But not just for the win. I’m enjoying this version of you. Finally, you're an open book, still competitive, but I wouldn't want you any other way."
I threw down my cards. "Straight."
He looked down, then winked. "Damn."
"Take off your boxers. Maybe I'll shove them in your mouth; instead of crow, you can eat them."
He stood slowly, hooking his thumbs under the waistband, pausing just long enough to make my heart stutter. "Sure, you’re ready for this?"
"Sure, you don’t mind losing?"
The boxers hit the floor, and my mouth went dry.
"You’re staring," he said, voice low.
"I’m ... appreciating the victory."
Luke walked around the table, not bothering to hide the way his eyes devoured me. "Maybe," he said, voice darkening, "you should get some sort of reward for winning."
I swallowed but smiled. "What did you have in mind?"
Luke closed the space between us in two steady and deliberate steps. The cards were forgotten. The tension wasn’t. His mouth crashed into mine, firm and hungry. His hands gripped my waist and lifted me off the chair like I weighed nothing. I barely had time to gasp before I felt the cool table against my thighs. Between my legs, he stood, his body hot and firm.
"This is years in the making," he murmured, his hands already sliding up past my navel. "Do you have any idea what that’s done to me?"
I could barely breathe as his thumbs brushed the underside of my breasts. "You forget I've been waiting just as long."
Luke let out a low laugh, but there was no humor in it. He pulled my bra down, exposing a breast, then lowered his mouth and latched onto one nipple, tongue and teeth working in a rhythm that made me whimper. My back arched involuntarily. He devoured me, no pretense, no patience. I tried to reach down and explore my winnings, eager to finally get my hands on his cock, but before I got the chance, Luke caught my wrist and pinned it flat to the table.
"Uh-uh," Luke growled, his voice darker than I’d ever heard it. "Why don't you relax? Take the day off. Let a real man show you a good time."
The air left my lungs. I stared at him, stunned, and more turned on than I'd ever been in my life.
He left kisses across my body, each one burning like fire. He bent down, dragging my panties off in one fluid movement. Luke spread me open with confident hands and didn’t waste a second.
His tongue found my pussy and licked deep. My head rolled back, a strangled sound escaping my throat. Luke devoured me, precise and merciless, like he'd been studying for this exam all these years.
One hand braced my thigh, the other gripped my hip as he held me in place. I rocked against him, already close. It was like the years of secretly wanting this had heightened all his touches.
When I reached for his hair, desperate for an anchor, Luke groaned, a sound that sent a tremor racing through my entire body.
My climax built too fast. I was dangerously close. "Luke ..."
He pulled back, lips glistening, eyes dark. "You taste like everything I’ve ever wanted."
Before I could reply, he stood and pressed his hard dick between my thighs. He was so close, his skin burning against mine.
Then he drove into me in one fierce, fluid thrust.
I cried out, head thrown back. He filled me perfectly, completely. My legs locked around him. He gripped my hips tighter, pulling me against him with each deep, demanding stroke.
Not soft. Not slow.
