Page 117 of See You There

He came to his feet and stripped off his pants, kicking them away before standing in front of her.

Luke was beautiful. He probably wouldn’t like that description, but it was the truth. Her eyes trailed slowly from his broad shoulders and muscular chest, down past the hard ridgesof his stomach to his long, muscled legs. Her gaze returned to his swollen erection, and her mouth went dry.

“Condom?” Dahlia managed.

Luke nodded, retrieving a box from his duffel bag. Dahlia lifted one eyebrow. “A whole box? Were you expecting to get lucky?”

Luke lowered himself over her, using his forearms to keep his weight off of her. “More like wishful thinking.”

“All I have to say to that is, thank god!” Dahlia’s laugh caused her nipples to rub against Luke’s warm chest and the humor left Luke’s face. His gray eyes hooded with desire, and his lips swooped down, igniting the heat between them again.

“I’m never going to get enough of you, beautiful.” Luke whispered against her lips when he finally broke the kiss.

“Promise?” Her needy words surprised her, but they didn’t seem to faze Luke.

“Promise,” he said with such intensity her heart squeezed painfully, and suddenly every second they were separate was too long.

Dahlia wrapped her legs tight around his lean hips and angled her hips up. Luke groaned as the motion forced him through her slick folds. Reaching down, Dahlia grasped his steely heat and stroked, as she rubbed him against her, pleasure vibrating through her.

The tendons in Luke’s neck bulged as he panted. “Ahh… Dahlia…” Luke roughly pulled her hand away and scooped an arm under her ass to lift her from the sofa. His lips hovered over hers for a breath before he slowly slid into her.

Dahlia squirmed at the delicious burn. It had been so long… But soon the shallow strokes drove her insane, and she urgently arched her hips against Luke.

“You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” Luke’s voice strained. But it was the concern for her in his eyes that made her heart stutter.

“You won’t.” He made her feel cherished, valued. It was a heady combination. Dahlia angled her hips to meet his thrusts. “Please, Luke. I need you.”

Luke’s eyes blazed down at her, and she whimpered as his thrusts grew stronger, deeper, his hips moving so that he brushed her clit with each motion.

“I love the sounds you make, beautiful.” Luke panted against her mouth as he drove into her harder, his arm underneath her anchoring her to his body. “Let me hear you scream.”

Dahlia’s nails dug into Luke’s shoulders as his fingers tugged at her nipple. “Luke,” she cried out as her body coiled almost tighter than she could bear. Luke rotated his hips, and Dahlia’s body flew apart. The scream he demanded ripped from her lips as her body clenched around him.

Luke let out a guttural groan as his movements became more desperate. Dahlia wrapped her arms and legs around him, still shuddering with pleasure until he cried her name into her neck.

When his breathing slowed, Luke lifted his head and tenderly dragged his mouth across hers. Happiness flowed through Dahlia in the aftermath, Luke still buried inside her.

“Let’s just stay like this.”

Luke’s eyes gleamed. “Not a terrible idea, but maybe we could move to the bed.”

“It’s not much bigger than this sofa,” Dahlia smiled up at him.

“Well then,” Luke waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “We’ll just have to get creative.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Dahlia intendedto tell Luke about her plan to deal with Chandler over coffee, but when she awoke, the rumpled space next to her in the bed was empty. It only took a minute to spot the note propped on the coffee machine. Beside it was the open condom box.

Woke up early and headed to the store.

Don’t want to risk running out.

Luke

P.S. Be naked when I get back.

Dahlia laughed out loud. A quick peek out the window confirmed the truck was gone. Shaking her head at his silliness, she poured herself a cup of coffee, and grabbing her notebook and phone, she settled in the rocking chair.