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I hear him step closer, and I shiver in anticipation. I feel the warmth of his body and the feel of his hands as they grip my lush hips. He uses his finger to brush under the thong as he moves it out of his way.
Then, with no warning, I feel him enter me from behind. Filling me in one bold stroke. My arms stiffen, holding me in place as he begins to move. He pulls out and then thrusts back in. He immediately increased the tempo, pounding into me. His hands tightening on my hips—probably leaving marks.
It’s rough and wild, and I can’t get enough. I arch my back, rising up to meet him. Wanting it hard and fast—and he delivers—in spades. Our harsh breathing fills the air, and he’s relentless as he continues until suddenly, my entire body clenchesaround him, milking him. My orgasm is hard and unexpected. After one more thrust, Luke lets out a low groan and empties himself inside me.
His broad hands gently help me up, and he slowly turns me to face him. He quickly unclasps my lace bra, freeing my breasts and capturing them in his hands.
“Damn, Lila. You’re so perfect for me,” he raises a breast to his mouth. “So, soft and sweet—“
The warmth of his mouth makes me shiver, and I feel his smile against my skin.
After a few moments of delicious torture, he steps back, bends and scoops me up in his arms. He carries me to the king-sized bed and then slowly sets me down, letting me slide down his hard, chiseled chest. I almost sway as my legs feel weak.
He finishes undressing, taking off his pants, and I shimmy out of my thong, but when I go to take off my high heels. He shakes his head. “Leave ’em.”
“Luke?”
At my surprised look, he smirks. “We’re just getting started.” Approaching the bed, he bends down and whispers, “Rockstarslike encores.”
Later, I slowly open my eyes and the room is still shrouded in shadows. It feels like early morning. I blink, wondering what woke me when I feel Luke’s breath against my neck.
“Ah, so you’re awake,” he mutters.
“Did you wake me up?” I say sleepily.
I feel his shrug. “Doesn’t matter—but now that you’re awake—“
He rolls, taking me with him, until I’m on top. His hands on my back gently guide me into a seated position. He’s already hard and wanting, and my drowsiness disappears as my heart begins to pound. He helps me position myself above him, lowering me onto his rigid shaft.
The sudden fullness makes me give a small gasp. His hands around my hips urge me to start moving. And I start to rock, slowly at first but then gradually increase the rhythm. Suddenly, his hands grab my waist, and he pulls me toward him, rolling again until I’m underneath him and he’s above me.
“Too slow,” he murmurs as he takes over, increasing the tempo until our harsh breathing is the only sound in the room. He reaches down between us and finds my swollen clit. His expert fingers know exactly where to press, and I shatter. He quickly follows and gives a hoarse shout. Then, he shifts his heavyweight to the side. His arm sneaks out, wrapping around my waist, and he pulls me tight against his body—my back to his chest.
It only takes a moment before my eyes shut, and I fall fast asleep, spent from our lovemaking.
The next morning, after a sex-filled, um… an invigorating shower, we’re still in no hurry to get dressed. Luke, of course, always hungry… in more ways than one, I’m learning… calls in a huge breakfast order via room service.
When he notices my wide eyes, he gives me a rueful grin. “I have a huge appetite.”
Smirking, I reply, “I’m glad I’m a chef.”
He laughs. “Me too.”
When breakfast arrives, we sit in our robes around the table and enjoy quietly being together. Luke is fun to be around, and the morning passes quickly.
Luke’s phone buzzes, and he answers. “Hi, Emily… In an hour? Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Boss Lady.” He looks over at me. “The limo leaves for the airport in one hour.”
Nodding, I ask. “That private jet issomething.”
“Yeah, sure beats the hell out of taking the buses.” He grins.
“You only take the buses when you’re on tour?” I ask curiously.
Luke shrugs. “Yeah, they’re great when we’re touring. We can sleep while we’re driven to the next venue. Close quarters, though.”
“When’s the band’s next scheduled tour?” Dreading the answer already.
“We had this time off because we were recording the new album.” He glances over at me with a frown. “Now, with all the publicity over the award. I’m sure Emily will have each of us doing interviews and guest appearances.”