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Chapter Seventeen

Eva

Once back at mine, I slip into more comfortable clothes whilst Luke makes us some coffee. As I change, the unwanted thoughts haunt me like demons in the night. Unsure of what really happened to him, the conclusions I jump to siphon all the energy from me.

I should go out there and talk to him, ask him what happened when he was young. But I can’t unsee the way he looked at me when he said I was a good mum. It was plain as day; Luke’s mother was responsible for everything that subsequently happened to him.

And he killed her. I don’t know how, and I don’t think I want to, but he did it. Him. Luke.

The thought horrifies me.

Lifting a picture of me and Liam off the side, my thumb absentmindedly strokes over his face, knowing how much love I feel inside for my boy. I know I shouldn’t, but, reaching for my phone, I send Ben a text wishing Liam a good night’s sleep. Ben doesn’t reply, but he reads it.

“Coffee,” Luke says from the door, making me twist my head to him in a rush.

“Oh,” I fluster. “Thank you.” I throw my phone on the bed.

He steps into my room and hands me my coffee. Taking a seat next to me, he looks at the picture still in my hand. “May I?”

I look down and hold it out to him, swiftly curling both hands around the hot mug I’m holding .

“He’s got your looks.”

A small laugh leaves me. “Everyone says that.”

“It’s true.” He smiles at the picture before he passes it back.

Placing it on the bed beside me, we share a silence that descends between us, simply staring out the window in my bedroom.

“What—”

“How—” We both laugh as we go to speak at the same time.

“When—”

His thumb lifts to my lips, silencing me in a gentle way. “When do you have to collect Liam?”

He removes his thumb, his eyes watching as I lick my lips before speaking. “Tomorrow morning.”

“Should I stay?”

My head cranes, looking at the bed we’re sitting on. “Like, a sleepover?” I smile widely, knowing all sexual tension has been lifted.

“I wouldn’t know. Never had one.”

“So I’d be your first?” I say light-heartedly. I stand and place my coffee on the side, hearing myself back. My face scrunches, nervous energy beginning to flood inside me. “I mean, you’ve missed out on so much,” I add in a rush, moving to walk past him but coming to a stop when he grabs my hand, halting me. I look down at his fingers holding mine.

“I know. But I’m hoping to make up for lost time.”

Speaking of time, it slows like a train coming to a steady stop. His fingers caress mine in long, tender strokes, peacefulness and a calmness oozing from him like it does whenever he touches me.

I regard his clothes. “First rule of a sleepover. No suits. Comfy clothes only.” I pull at the comfy joggers I’m sporting and my cotton tank top.

Luke smirks, and I realise my error. “Okay.” He stands and places his coffee on the side. He then turns back to face me and begins unbuttoning his suit jacket, his gaze burning into mine as he does. Once it’s off and placed neatly on the bed, he starts with his shirt.

“Luke?” My voice is rattly knowing he’s going to bare all to me.

“You said comfy, Eva. I don’t have any clothes up here. ”

My throat clogs, staring as he drags his shirt off his torso and lies it on the bed next to his suit jacket. That just leaves—

“Should I remove these too?” His fingers fall to the buckle of his belt, the pin slowly unhooking as he pulls.

My heart thumps like a stampede running through me. It’s like I’ve never seen him naked. I’m shaking, my skin feels tingly as it comes to life watching him undress.

“Eva?” Luke waits for my permission.

“Um, yes. You should remove them,” I splutter, turning my gaze from the bulge behind his boxers in some feeble attempt to give him some privacy.

As he removes his clothes.

In my bedroom.

I swallow, hearing the sound of his trousers hitting my bed. “Now what?”

When I look at him, I audibly gasp, a pang of delicious agony hitting me like a tonne of bricks. He exceeds any man known to the human race. His skin is toned, the tanned lines around his abs so effortlessly sculpted. I’m floored by his perfection, and what’s more, even though I know how perfect he really is, it’s like I’m seeing him for the first time.

Raw admiration for the man standing in front of me, flutters to my core. When he’s not dressed in one of his fine suits, he’s the way I remember him. Not naked, just unabashed and innocently unaware of how remarkable he is.

He takes a step forward, his chest lifting and falling on a deep exhale. “You seem distracted.” He brushes his hands down the length of my arms, the contact scrambling my brain.

I close my eyes. “It’s hard not to be when I’m looking at you.”

He chuckles. “What’s next?”

Waiting for my brain to catch up, I smile up at him, trying to refrain from pulling his warm body close to mine. “Popcorn? A movie?”

“Sounds perfect.” He dips and kisses my cheek before he brushes past me, purposefully leaving his hand on me longer than necessary, dragging it across my stomach.

I look up, working my need into my top lip. Lord help me.

We manage to make popcorn and finish our coffee before deciding on a movie. I can’t recall a single thing that’s happening because for the most part, I’m too busy watching the way Luke’s fingers are stroking my leg, having lifted both my feet onto his lap.

I feel wanton. Desire keeps flaring inside me and my heart keeps picking up speed. It’s an effort not to climb him and straddle the man who looks, to be quite frank, totally unaffected.

When the movie finishes I feel like I can breathe easier, even though I’ve made my way closer to him. I have the blanket pulled over me, and Luke’s arm is now wrapped around my shoulder.

I yawn, covering my mouth so he can’t see.

“More coffee? Or is that you done for the evening?”

I can’t tell if he’s asking whether I want to be kept awake, or if I want to go to bed. Or maybe he’s not at all and I’m just reading too much into it.

“I’m not asking for anything sexual, Eva.”

I laugh, covering my blushing face. “How do you do that so well?”

“What?” he also laughs.

“Read me like you can see my every thought.”

“I can see your every thought.” Dusting a hand over my head, he pushes back my hair, and I watch him like some lovesick puppy.

“Now who’s the superhero.”

He’s quiet, clearly thinking to himself. “You remembered me calling you that.”

Of course I did . “You’re hard to forget, Luke.”

Stroking one side of my face again, I lean into the touch. “So, Little Warrior. How does my first sleepover match up to other ones you’ve had?”

I smile as I pick up the T.V remote and turn it off in an unintentional, suggestive manner that I choose to roll with. “Not bad I suppose.”

He laughs to himself. “Only, not bad? Tell me then, what else is there to do?” He raises a brow .

I like him this playful. I feel comfortable around him when he’s this relaxed. I twist the remote through my fingers, letting it drop to my leg before twisting it again. “Usually there’s lots of binge eating involved. Another movie and staying up late talking the night away. Maybe a massage if you’re lucky enough to have someone who knows what they’re doing.”

His eyebrow already touching his hairline lifts higher. “I thought there were pillow fights involved?”

“It’s a myth. Honestly, those pornos get it all wrong.”

“I don’t watch porn, Eva,” he barks with an authoritative snap. His stern voice is irrevocably harsh.

I feel scolded, like I’ve trodden over some hidden line I should have known was there. My head drops. “I’m sorry. I just assumed most guys do.”

His hand around me flexes, his thumb lifting to my cheek. “I told you before, I’m not most guys.”

I look back up, seeing his remorse. The lines on his head turn down. His anger immediately gets replaced with a million silent pleas for forgiveness. “I know,” I tell him, still watching his eyes jump between mine.

His lips part. “I shouldn’t have snapped.” Pulling me closer to him, Luke’s eyes drop down my body. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but we’ve talked this evening, and we’ve binged on cheap food.”

My eyes dart to the empty boxes of popcorn. We ate double the normal amount given how hungry we both were.

“All that’s left is…” I’m swiftly lifted to his lap, and his legs part as he pushes me down his body. He reclines with both legs on the sofa, and I find myself pressed against his front, my back against his chest.

The hair tie I had thrown my hair up with is slowly pulled, my head angling back as Luke removes it.

He unravels the waves, letting them fall to his chest, his fingers raking through the strands. Each steady pull sends shivers to surge over every inch of my body.

A satisfied hum leaves me as I close my eyes. “Feels nice.”

His fingers flare at the base of my neck and slowly push up into the back of my hair. The sensation leaves me unresponsive, my head going limp, my limbs turning to mush. It’s as if I’m drunk off his touch .

“What about this?” His fingers begin pressing into my scalp, the methodical circles he works into my head, making me slump. When I don’t reply, he curls his fingers, pulling my head back to his chest.

My reaction is delayed. Prising my eyes open, I look at him upside down. My mouth’s suddenly dry. “Good.” It’s all I can say.

Luke smiles, enjoying being affectionate. “Scoot down, Little Warrior.”

I begin to slide down his body, his hands proving more than capable of moving me all by themselves when he guides me to settle with my head on his torso. I can feel every rippling inch of him underneath me. Bliss.

“Close your eyes.”

I follow his instruction, my hands having nowhere else to rest but on his thighs. I shift nervously, but I’m instantly still when his hands find my hair again.

Back and forth he massages me, and my head rolls to his smooth rhythm. When he slows, I worry he’s coming to an end. Taking his time, one hand runs over my neck, the pressure lighter than it was on my head. He slides to the back of my hair again, and again he moves his hand lower.

I want to peek a look at him, but I’m too lost in his touch.

He moves to my chin, and I’m forced to angle my head further back when he cups it, stroking his hand over my throat to my chest. My back’s arched and I open my eyes.

Luke’s biting his bottom lip, his eyes half closed with lust. “I could drown in you, Eva.”

I inhale as Luke’s other hand strokes one of my breasts, cupping and squeezing it underneath my bra. I’m completely at his mercy.

Working in tandem, both his hands work my body; one caressing my neck, the other working my breast. When I moan, Luke drags my body up the length of his, his fingers now in my hair pulling my head back on his shoulder.

He leans down to kiss me, but stops. “Does what’s about to happen next, happen at sleepovers?” His breath is hot. Heavy. Utterly intoxicating.

“I don’t know what’s about to happen,” I murmur against his lips, trying to lift my head, but with his hands in my hair I don’t move an inch.

There’s that smile I love the most .

Lifting the bottom of my top, he exposes my bra, pulling down the cups so that both my breasts are pressed together. My nipples harden when he brushes his palm over them, then begins a torturous display of pinching and rolling each one between his fingertips.

My back arches away from him, my hands grip his thighs. “Luke,” I moan, his lips so close to mine, I want to taste them.

He doesn’t let me. Instead, he smiles, this time it’s dominant. The kind of smile that tells me he’s in full control. As if I didn’t know it already. “Stop wriggling.”

“I can’t.” I proceed to writhe under his hold, arching further off him when he pulls one of my nipples so hard, my eyes water and my lips part.

“You can.” He relaxes his hand. The worst part is he knows I want to kiss him, but he denies me each time I try to move my head closer.

“I mean it, Little Warrior. You move again, I’ll restrain you.”

I freeze as his hand squeezes my boob. I’ve never felt so turned on by a threat. I want to ask if he really means it but, no need. I can see it. It’s like he’s challenging me. And when I manage to remain still whilst he pulls my nipple again, the worst pain of all comes when he dips his mouth closer to mine, reaching his tongue out and licking across my lips.

I try to dart my tongue to meet his, but he pulls my head back. I know he’s fighting the urge to surrender to me, to take what he wants, like he so easily could. But he likes this. Plus, he said everything he did whilst he wasn’t with me, was for me. He became an expert at satisfying women, and whilst I don’t want to picture another woman enjoying him the way I am now, I wonder if he thought of me like this? Like how I did when I touched myself. The image of him. The smell of him. I never forgot it. Couldn’t even when I tried my hardest to.

Working the sass into my lip, I begin slowly moving my back against his erection. He takes a breath, but his gaze remains the same. His lips remain close to mine. It’s not enough to make him take me.

I try harder to make him crack, sliding my hands over his bare legs, the tips of my fingers meeting over the bulge of his hard cock behind me.

Luke lets out a stifled noise, somewhere between a moan and a growl .

I cup him greedily, my fingers flexing against his balls, stroking the base of his shaft. I attempt again to meet his mouth with mine, but he turns my head forward, my neck exposed to him. He sinks his teeth into my flesh, and my hands instinctively tighten around him.

“Eva,” he roars.

“Kiss me,” I beg him, panting when he licks where he’s tasted. “Please.”

“No.” Quicker than a speeding bullet, his legs pin mine to the sofa, and when he pulls back his ankles, my legs are parted wide. He thrusts his hips up and, if I thought I was at his mercy before, I was wrong. Now, I’ve got my hands behind my back, my legs and my head locked in place.

“Luke,” I cry out breathlessly, feeling a slick heat between my thighs as a rush of warm pleasure trickles over me. Every sexual moment between us is a new experience for me. It’s unknown and I’m so out of my depth, but my body is so alert and attuned to him. I know I want this.

“I want you to watch as I fuck you with my fingers, Little Warrior.”

I moan, and Luke makes light work of turning my nipples into stone. He pulls and twists, the pain mixing with the flare of arousal that begins to coat my inner thigh. It’s deliciously erotic, and everything about us in this moment is turning me on more.

His hand not in my hair sweeps from my breasts to the seam of my joggers, dipping under the material and slipping past the lace of my thong. “Are you wet for me, Eva?”

I exhale sharply. “Yes.” The irony of his reaction the first time he saw how wet he made me, isn’t lost on me. Luke definitely knows exactly what he’s doing now.

“Good, Little Warrior.” His fingers press to my clit, and I gasp when he flicks it, a sudden rush of spasms making every inch of me vibrate.

“Luke,” I breathe heavily, needing him to touch me there again.

He strokes a light circle, making me curl into the feel of him, then he flicks me again.

I groan. “Oh, fuck.”

Luke’s fingers pull on the strands of my hair wrapped around his hand. The strain feels euphoric. My eyes close .

“Watch, Eva. Watch as your cunt begs for my touch.” Repeating the action, he draws another circle on my clit which is now buzzing, his hand lifting to give me a better view of what he’s doing. “Watch,” he says again, his command drawn out until I’m doing as he wishes. “Ready?” He flicks over the surface, and my hips buck involuntarily.

“Please.”

“You don’t need to beg me, Little Warrior. I’m going to make sure you come harder than you ever have done before.”

His words alone could send me into oblivion.

Sliding to where my arousal has gathered, he pushes one finger inside me, a heavy breath leaving him as I suck in my own, unable to push my hips down onto him like I want to. “Jesus,” he gasps, slowly withdrawing and reinserting it again. “You’re so tight, I can feel your cunt clenching around me.”

“Luke,” I blow out, hungry for more.

He inserts another finger, and I want to grind against him, but I can’t due to his strong hold on my limbs. “The thing about being restrained whilst you come, Eva,” his body tightens, sucking me into his clutches, “when you can’t move, everything becomes heightened. Every touch and every sound.” He pumps his fingers in and out, the sound of me sucking him in seemingly so loud, it fuels my desire. “Every sight.” He then removes his fingers, slowly lifting them to his mouth and turning my head so I can watch as he sucks my arousal off them. My insides clench when he paints my lips with the wetness, slamming our mouths together. “Every taste.” His tongue ravenously lashes against mine, my head held firmly in place. I can taste myself. Taste my desire as I suck in his moans.

My mouth’s wet, but Luke makes no attempt to wipe it dry or clean me up as he pulls away. He’s claiming me, and he makes no apology for leaving me breathless as he angles my head back to watch him continue fucking me.

Relentless fingers pump in and out then move to circle my clit. “So tight, Eva. And all mine.” His possession has every muscle tightening and my breathing running wilder by the second. “Tell me, does it feel good when I fuck you like this? ”

I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He growls, and I part my lips, sucking in a hoarse breath. “Yes, Luke. Don’t stop.” I watch as his fingers lift and dive, each push going deeper and deeper.

“Good, Little Warrior.” He slows his pumps, massaging the bundle of nerves in expertly gentle circles.

I look up to him with heavy eyes, and he lets me move my head. “I want more.”

Gliding his fingers through my wetness, he pushes two fingers deep inside my pussy, curling them against the tender spot inside that’s begging to be touched. “Your cunt’s so greedy for me.”

When he presses the pad of his thumb to my clit and his fingers to my G-spot, I let out a breath of air that’s weighted with lust.

He arches my neck, his own lowering towards me. “Fuck, Little Warrior, I can feel you about to come.” He bites his lip, his fingers pressing harder as my body begins to tighten and squeeze around him.

“Luke!”

A skilled hand smooths over my throat and his fingers cup my jaw. I want to move my hips in time with the thrusts he begins again, but Luke curses when I try, pinning me tighter. “I’ve got you, Eva. I’m not letting you go ever again.”

“I don’t want you to,” I pant, heart swelling, my pussy gripping him. “Oh.” My moans grow in length. My legs begin to shake underneath him as he commands my body in every way, shape and form.

“Fucking come for me, Eva. Show me what I make you feel. Tell me I’m what you need. Tell me I’m what you want.”

My eyes close as stars appear in my vision. The pleasure is coated with an edge of discomfort as my orgasm begins to roll over me. Unable to ride the high by moving my body, everything goes into hyperdrive.

The sounds of his fingers fucking me match the beat of my heart, pounding in my ears. My head spins, and when I give in to the electric spasms causing my body to shake, I lose all control.

My orgasm crashes into me like waves against the shore.

Luke slams his mouth to mine, swallowing the ferocious groans of ecstasy that gush from my mouth, his tongue losing control as it slides against mine .

And I’m lost in him. Completely and utterly drowning as he presses his head to my damp skin, cupping my face and holding me tight.