Page 70 of Come to Me

Luke fucking Lawrence, my obscenely confident boyfriend, is blushing.

This is unheard of.

And, of course, he doesn't look adorable or endearing. He looks hot as hell with that color in his cheeks.

He looks like he's just come down from an amazing orgasm.

"What are you thinking?" he asks.

I grin. "You don't want to know."

"Now I do." He sips his wine. His hands are a little shaky. It's a slight thing, barely noticeable, but it's there.

He's nervous.

He's never nervous.

"I was thinking about the way you look when you come," I explain.

He grins.

"Well, at least you're buying me dinner before you try and get in my pants."

"I'm buying you dinner here?"

He shakes his head. "No, it's on me." He flags down the waiter and orders another glass of wine. When the hell did he start drinking wine? He looks back at me, his confidence seemingly restored. "Really, Ally, when did you become such a pervert?"

"I'm the pervert?"

"Mhmm."

"Cause I'm the one who seduced you?"

He nods, his messy hair falling over his eyes.

There's something different about him right now, and it's not just nerves. His eyes are lighting up the whole room. He's in slacks and a silk shirt. He almost always wears Egyptian cotton. He brags about how smooth it feels against his skin as he undoes his buttons, torturing me as slowly as humanly possible.

Usually, when Luke is in a suit he looks like the epitome of confidence. He looks like the guy you would want behind your bench in court--serious, self-assured, with just a hint of sex appeal.

But there's something about him today... it's almost like he's a little boy playing dress up or like a terrified teenager on his way to the prom.

He brings his gaze back to me. "Miss Summers, are you complaining?"

I shake my head.

"Because, if I recall correctly, I did deliver on my promise."

"And what was that?"

"To make you come."

I smile.

"And you love to remind me."

"I'm only trying to lay out the facts."

"Are you?"