where were we?” He squeezed her breasts one last time before smoothing his hands down her sides and over her thighs. As she watched, one hand dipped to drag a finger over her glistening center. She could actually see how wet she was from here, and Alexis couldn’t help shifting and trying to close her thighs. Luke, of course, was having none of it. “I like seeing you, darlin’.” He spread her folds and worked a finger into her. “Christ, you’re tight. Haven’t let another man inside in a long time, have you?”
She tried to lift her hips as a second finger joined his first, but he easily held her in place. Admitting that it had been well over a year and a half since she was with anyone would give him too much ammunition to use against her. Even as the thought crossed her mind, she gave herself a mental shake. What did it matter if Luke knew he was the only one in recent memory? It wasn’t as if she’d stick around long enough for the inevitable barbs. “Not since my ex-fiancé. Eighteen months.”
He cursed again and then pressed a kiss to her neck as he worked her with his fingers. “I’m going to make it good for you, darlin’. So fucking good that no one else can compare.”
Empty threats. She hoped.
Whatever his faults, Luke saw her as a woman—and a woman he wanted so badly he couldn’t seem to get enough of touching her. A beautiful, sexy woman. For tonight, she could set her issues aside and maybe even see herself that way, too.
Not to mention, he made her feel too good to stop. Stop thinking so much and just feel. She let her head fall back to rest on his shoulder, but kept her eyes open so she could see exactly what his hands were doing. When in doubt, she fell back to the attitude that had gotten him to haul her back here in the first place. “There you go again, making threats you have no way of following through on.”
His laughter rumbled against her back. “I’ll pick up that gauntlet you just threw at my feet.” Before she could respond, he twisted his wrist, hitting that spot just inside her, and used his other hand to stroke over her clit. “But first, you’re coming for me. Again.”
She tried to move, to arch, to do something, but his arms around her held her pinned against his chest. All she could do was take the pleasure he gave her and watch his fingers slide in and out of her as his circled her clit. “Oh God.”
“That’s right, darlin’. Almost there, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She twisted blindly, and he obligingly gave her his mouth. Or more accurately, he took her mouth much the same way he was taking her pleasure. Luke’s tongue thrust between her lips in the same rhythm as his fingers into her body. She was poised on the precipice, the desire rising in her body almost too much to bear. “Please. Oh God, please, Luke.”
“I’ve got you.” He did something with his fingers that sent her hurtling under, screaming his name. All Alexis could do was cling to him as her orgasm took over, shivers ripping through her body. He stopped stroking her, but kept his hand between her legs, cupping her in a move that screamed possessive male. When she finally managed to pry her eyes open, his green eyes were focused on her face, as if drinking in every little reaction.
She slouched against him, boneless with pleasure, though her body already pulsed with a building need. As good as that had been, she needed him filling her, needed to have his bare skin against hers. “Luke—”
“Hush.” He kissed her again. “Enjoy the afterglow. We’re not even close to done yet.”
Now was the time to take off his clothes, when Alexis was languid with pleasure. Luke took a deep breath, trying to fight down the stupid insecurity. If he kept his clothes on, that would bring even more attention to the bullshit inside his head than if he just stripped and got it over with—but that meant letting her get a look at his scars. Fuck, he’d never been this kind of a coward before that IED, and he wasn’t about to start now.
He pulled off his shirt and wasn’t able to contain a groan when her smooth back pressed against his bare chest. It had been so goddamn long since he’d touched another