Page 68 of Voyeur Café

The feel of his tongue inside my mouth, of him inside of me, ratchets up my desire even further. The tentative, teasing kiss of moments ago is gone, and it’s replaced with a kiss of visceral desire. I am melting beneath his arms further and further with each second he holds me pressed against his lips.

“Is that better?” he asks.

“Mmhmm.” I nod. He holds me there for long moments, stern brows suddenly not so stern, jaw still chiseled, but without its usual tension. The sound of music cuts through the tension of ourlocked gazes.How long has that been on?“I love this song.”

“That’s why it’s playing.”

“I never told you that.”

He places a tender kiss to my forehead. “You’ve played it every morning for three weeks.”

“Before you get there, though.”

Luke chuckles, his breath ghosting against my lips. “Allie, I’m always there in the morning. I work by your lights and don’t turn mine on.”

“Stop it. You’re lying.”

He smirks. “You knew.”

I suspected.When I do more dancing in the mornings, I get a lot more texts during the day.Okay, I knew.

“Will you dance with me, Allie?” His question surprises me.

“Right now?”

“Right now, sweetheart.”

“Okay.” I never liked it when he called me sweetheart until this moment. Now, I feel the sweetness in it. The tenderness. Like I’m dear to him.

He removes me from his lap with control and gentleness before helping me to my feet and pulling me close to his chest. Wrapping one arm tightly around my waist, he holds my hand up in the air near our shoulders with the other and rocks me gently with the beat of my current favorite song. We’re dancing in the bed of his truck, right underneath one of my favorite local landmarks, which I never told him about, but he guessed; listening to my favorite song, which I also didn’t tell him about; and we had my favorite dinner, which I never told him about either.He’s far more observant than I gave him credit for.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” he asks, placing a kiss on my temple.

“How come you introduced me to everyone as your friend allday?”

“It felt presumptuous to introduce you as anything else.”

What a perfectly reasonable answer. Ugh.Luke releases my waist and spins me around before pulling me flush to his chest again and bending forward so our foreheads press together.

His voice is low and measured when he speaks again. “Would you have preferred I told everyone that you’re the woman who’s occupied every moment of my thoughts since I first saw her? That I work early and stay late every day, so I don’t miss a glimpse of your electric smile or your ponytail bobbing when you laugh? That I want you as close to me as possible? That your presence in my life has turned every plan I’ve ever made upside down? That watching you exist is the greatest joy I’ve known?”

He patiently awaits my response, guiding me in a slow, easy dance as I roll his words over in my mind, trying to commit each of his confessions to memory.The greatest joy he’s knownbeats the hell out ofmy friend Allie.“That would have been preferable, yes.”

He chuckles, not expecting that response. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time, but for right now,” his smile skips right on over cocky, flirtatious, and teasing and lands firmly on predatory, “I want to find that tattoo.”

In an instant, he’s picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He’s kissing me again, tongue insistent between my lips as he walks me backward and sets my ass down on top of the truck’s cab, still warm after baking in the sun all day.

My legs fall to the sides of his hips as his hands waste no time peeling my shirt up from the hem. When he releases our kiss so he can pull the shirt over my head, I laugh, telling him, “It’s notunder there.”

He places a finger to my lips. “Let me have my fun.”

“In that case, you should probably check under here, too,” I

say, hooking my thumbs under the straps of my butter-yellow lace bra and dropping them down my shoulders.

The light of the nearly full moon reflects in his chocolate brown eyes as he takes me in, running his warm, calloused hands over every inch of my exposed skin in a slow perusal from my waist and tummy, over my back and shoulders, then smoothing over the pillowed tops of my breasts, before finally coming to rest around my ribs, thumbs teasing against my lace covered nipples. “You are exquisite.”

He leans in close, pretending to search for a tattoo he knows isn’t there, dropping kisses on each place he’s inspected. “I want to kiss every inch of this lush body,” he says before removing my bra and drawing one of the soft mounds into his mouth while massaging the other.

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