Page 76 of Relationship Goals

“You are…stunning. Perfect. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. All I wanted to do yesterday morning was turn my car around and fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.”

“Oh.”

“Oh,” he agrees. His gaze darts between my eyes, and I narrow my eyes at him.

“So you wouldn’t be mad if I…took your pants off?” I rise upon my knees, tugging at the waistband of his pants again. He groans as I finally pull them off, taking his boxers with them.

His cock springs free, and my mouth twists to the side, my eyebrows raised.

He barks a laugh. “What is that look?”

“It’s really big,” I tell him, now slightly uncertain that I have what it takes to handle that thang. “Don’t worry, though, I’m not a quitter.”

“Babe.” He leans forward, his lips the barest of brushes against the column of my neck. “It would be my pleasure to get you ready to take it all.”

Oooh, I do like the sound of that.

His fingers dip between our bodies, and I cry out as he quickly finds my clit again. “You are so wet and tight,” he says, his voice thick with approval.

My toes curl.

“You can take me, I know you can.” He pushes two fingers inside me, and I whimper with need.

Emboldened, I wrap my hand around his hard length, and his ab muscles flex enticingly.

“You’re gorgeous,” I tell him, and I mean every bit of it.

“Fuck, Abigail,” he says, his mouth finding mine again. I cling to him, still working his cock in my hand as he manages to flip us.

His fingers pump in and out of me, his thumb making expert circles over my clit at the same time.

“That’s it,” he tells me, and I go limp against him.

My face nuzzles in the crook of his neck. I inhale the scent of him: a pine forest at night, grass clippings, and the salt and musk of his skin.

“Look how perfectly you’re going to come. You’re going to take me so well.”

I moan, breathless, and his words put me over the edge. My body clenches around him, and he grunts as I cling to him, biting down on the muscled breadth of his shoulder.

I’m moaning his name, only half-aware as he picks me up easily. Long strides take us into his bedroom, and I kiss his shoulder, biting it, his fingers still deep inside me.

“Talk to me,” he tells me, finally setting me on the edge of the bed, all of that magnetic attention focused solely on me. “What do you want?”

“More,” I breathe. “More, Luke, please. I want you.”

“Condom?” he asks, and I nod fervently.

“Whatever it takes to get you inside me.”

That makes him laugh, and I grin up at him softly, limp and loose and yet so ready for what’s to come.

Both of us, with any luck.

He doesn’t stand on ceremony, reaching into the top drawer of his nightstand. Gold foil flashes, and he keeps gently working at my clit as he tears the packet with his teeth.

I raise an eyebrow as he manages to slick it over himself one-handed, slightly impressed and slightly intimidated.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks.