Page 54 of Luke, The Profiler

The tight walls gloving my dick began to convulse almost immediately as I plunged into her again and again, and a moment later I heard her cry out. She reared back against me, fucking me as fiercely, as wantonly, as I fucked her, and the friction we created as she came burned me from the inside out.

White-hot pleasure rose in a sudden, vast wave and swallowed me whole. I closed my eyes as my orgasm shattered through every part of me—my body, my conscious defenses, my soul, and suddenly everything that I was poured out of me and into her. I’d started out wanting to destroy her defenses that kept her from me, but in the end I was the one who got destroyed. I didn’t even care. All I wanted was for us to be one, and in that moment we were.

It took forever for the pleasure to lose its grip on me, and even then my senses swam on an overload of blissed-out sensation. It was a high I never wanted to end, even after I reluctantly pulled out and somehow managed to get us onto the bed. She was almost no help; as limp as a ragdoll and as breathless as I was, her body seemed to flow like living silk under my hands. But at last we settled on the mattress face-to-face, her gaze soft and as love-drunk as I felt.

“Next time, bed sex,” she whispered, a smile lurking in the depths of those stunning kitten eyes. “Easier on the knees than floor sex. I think I have carpet burns.”

“Next time, bed sex,” I promised, reaching up to cup her cheek in my palm. “And then shower sex. And the maybe some bathroom counter sex.”

“I’ve never had sex on a pool table,” she remarked, grinning before turning her head and pressing a kiss into my palm. “Do you have a pool table?”

“No, but if you wanna have sex on one, I’ll order one tonight.”

“Any table with you will do. Or any surface. As long as it’s with you, I’m not choosy.”

“As long as it’s with me, huh?” Gently I pushed her tousled blonde hair from her face and leaned in for a kiss. “Does that mean you trust me to take care of you?”

She reached up and caressed my face. “Mm-hm.”

“No matter what?”

If possible, her soft eyes melted even more. “Mm-hm. I trust you.”

“Good, love.” I waited a beat for the enormity of that statement to sink in, for both of us. “Do you want to tell me about Romy von Krummacher?”

Chapter Fourteen

Romy von Krummacher

Eden

Fuck.

I don’t remember how I came to be out of Luke’s bed and speed-dressing. All I knew was that I was suddenly in the middle of the carpeted floor, hooking my bra in place with my skirt half-on and wondering where the hell my thong was.

Fuck.

How was it possible to be in heaven one second, and hell the next?

But I knew. Of course I knew.

Blasts from the past were never just ablast. They could be life-ending explosions.

At least, that’s how my personal blasts from the past were.

“I don’t believe you lied to me, Eden.” Naked, perfect and obviously capable of annihilating my carefully constructed world with a handful of words, my personal monster Luke slid to the edge of the bed where he sat with a casual air, like he was watching a ballgame instead of my life blasting apart at the seams. “I believe you meant it when you told me you trusted me. I saw it in your eyes. I felt it when you caressed my cheek.”

“That was before.” Seriously, where the hell was my thong?

“Before what?”

“Before you started interrogating me while having sex.” Screw it. Who needed a thong? Not this girl.

“It’s not possible to interrogate someone during the kind of sex we have, and a simple question is hardly an interrogation.”

“Simple?” Halfway through buttoning up my blouse I whirled on him, so enraged at his arrogant belief that his intrusion into my life was something he was entitled to do, I could almost—almost—overlook the devastation of having our private little heaven shattered. “How dare you sit there and insult my intelligence to my face. You knew very well that bringing up that name in any form is far fromsimple. Do not insult me again, or I swear with everything I hold dear, they will be the last words you ever speak to me.”

Those monster-eyes were back, watching me as if he could see my thoughts before he nodded once. “Okay, me trying to minimize what’s clearly a sore subject to you shouldn’t be labeledsimple. I should’ve known that. I know it now, I got the message loud and clear, so it’s not going to happen again.”

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