I wore the Triumph tee to bed and it was gone within seconds. Then his hands were on me, all over me, all the while his mouth on mine. It didn’t take long for me to fall into a Luke Lip Fog and fall I did, head long.
In fact, he was so serious, it didn’t take long for me to surpass his dedication to the cause to the point where I tried to shove him on his back to get more of him. He stayed firm, mouth at my neck, hand trailing down my belly, his destination clear.
I planted a foot in the bed and heaved, rolling him to his back and dislodging his hand.
“Babe…”
He thought I was going to move away. I didn’t.
Instead I straddled him, bending over to use my mouth on him. I put my lips against his neck using my tongue, my teeth, I went down his chest, running my nails through his chest hair and over his ni**les while my mouth explored. I went lower to his abs then lower and stopped. I sat up astride his thighs and got my first full look of all that was Luke.
Yowza.
Nice.
So nice, he should be cast in bronze.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around him, my half-mast eyes on his inky ones, my thumb moving over the tip.
I stroked. Then I was done.
He knifed up, sliced an arm around my back, lifted me clean off him and in the air for a moment before I was on my back. He tore my panties down my legs, settled between them and that was it.
It was going to happen. I was going to do the nasty with Lucas Stark.
And I could not f**king wait.
His lips on mine, both our eyes open, his fingers went between my legs. When he touched me, I did a happy gasp against his mouth and I felt his smile.
“Dripping,” he said against my lips.
Then he kissed me, his hand went away from between my legs, both of his hands went to my hips, he positioned, lifting his head. I saw as his eyes went molten when he watched my tongue wet my lips in anticipation.
Then the buzzer went.
No! My brain shouted.
But whoever was out there was serious, they didn’t take their finger off the buzzer.
“Ignore it,” Luke muttered.
“What if it’s someone needing backup?”
“Fuck ‘em.”
Yippee!
He lifted my h*ps and he was right there, I could feel him and I wanted him more than my next breath. The buzzer died and I lifted my mouth to press against his and that’s when we heard the scream.
We both froze.
Then it came again.
“Ava!”
My blood turned to ice.
“That’s Sissy,” I breathed but Luke was already off me, off the bed, grabbing his cargoes.