Page 49 of Don't Call Me Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 1)

A small smile touched her lips as she murmured against his mouth. “You’re a freak.”

“With you, hell yeah.”

Luke suddenly lifted her up and carried her to the bed. Her heart leaped the minute the firm, squeaky mattress hit her back and her hands went to his chest. He stalled, looking down at her with so much tenderness her breath caught in her throat.

“I just thought you’d be more comfortable this way. Is it all right?”

Her hand came up, cupping his cheek. “Uh huh.”

It was like some kind of trigger switch, because his mouth came over hers with more intensity and passion than anyone had ever shown her. Her skin came alive as his body covered hers, and his hands stroked her knee, her thigh, and crept higher.

Her hands slipped under the back of his shirt and she pulled up, trying to get it off his head. He came up onto his knees and tossed it across the room.

Boy oh boy. Luke looked good with his shirt on, but off? Daaaaamn.

When he lifted up her tank and exposed her belly, she thought he was going to push it all the way off, but instead, he curled over and kissed her right above her navel. Her stomach muscles bunched, and she giggled a bit as his scruff tickled her with every kiss downward. When he reached the snap of her shorts, she waited with baited breath.

He actually used his teeth and she laughed. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“It’s supposed to be sexy,” he mumbled around the zipper in his mouth.

“It’s not. Amusing, yes. Sexy, no.”

He let it go and leaned up on one elbow alongside her. “This is better for what I’m about to do anyway.”

“And what’s that?”

He leaned over, his warm breath fanning over her ear. “Watch you come.”

Marley had never imagined she’d be into dirty talk, but then again, no one she’d been with had ever tried. When Luke did it though, she actually squeezed her thighs together as a steady pounding started between her legs.

Luke never looked away as he pushed her shorts down and his warm palm rested over her. His finger ran along the lace of her panties, causing friction to explode against her seam. When he dipped his finger under and pressed until he touched her clit, she jumped. That small caress turned into a rapid circle that made her hips arch, her hands gripping the bed spread beneath her as pressure built. She closed her eyes, her breathing coming out in heavy pants, and he kissed her eyelids.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want to see everything.”

She opened her heavy lids, whimpering as he pinched and rubbed, working her into a frenzy of arousal until finally, a wave of euphoria rushed over her and her legs started trembling.

“Oh, yes. Yes. God.”

“That’s it, baby, come for me.”

Marley’s hands started to cramp, so hard were they clenched and as the orgasm passed, she sank back into the mattress with a sigh.

“Damn. If you come that hard with just my hand, I can’t wait to get you in my mouth.”

Marley’s eyes flew open, and as she caught the wicked grin combined with the admiration in his eyes, she giggled. “Has anyone ever mentioned you have a dirty mouth?”

“Stick around a little longer and I’ll show you exactly how dirty it can get.”

Chapter 14

Luke slid back onto the bed, watching her as she shimmied out of her shorts and tossed her tank across the room. Clad only in her lacy bra and panties, he could feel his cock growing and pushing against the cotton of his briefs. He’d ditched the cargo shorts when she’d gotten up from the bed, and he was dying to see how far this would go.

“I think I should tell you that I’m a classy chick.”

Her finger was playing with the strap of her bra and he could hardly concentrate on what she was saying, anticipating the moment she slid it down and exposed those soft, round tits.

“Uh huh.”