“I’ll take you home tonight after I’m done with you. You can water your plants and we’ll sleep at your place.”
My heart kicked in as did my lungs, but I didn’t resume the struggle.
He didn’t repeat what I wanted him to repeat, the “make love to you” part. He’d always called it “fucking”. He’d never called it “making love”.
Still, I was pretty certain he said it.
For my safety and for my sanity I had to try one last time.
I took my hands from his shoulders and moved my head back so it was fully pressed against the wall. His head came up when I did this and I placed my hands on either side of his neck and looked into his eyes.
“Luke,” I said softly. “Please, let me go home.”
He dropped his forehead to mine just like Ren had done.
With Luke, it was different, it was better, so much better it wasn’t funny. In fact it was so not funny it was world-tiltingly not funny. He came in so close, his nose rested along the side of mine and he took that opportunity to run his tongue along my bottom lip.
There were only two words to describe the feeling this whole maneuver gave me and those words were: Oh my.
I felt my eyelids get heavy as my knees got weak, I saw his inky eyes smile and I knew that he knew that he had me.
Damn.
“Babe, I told you I’ll take you home,” his face shifted and his mouth came to mine. “Later,” he said there, right before he kissed me.
* * * * *
Luke and I had wall sex.
I’d never had sex pressed against the wall and let me tell you wall sex was very, very good. In fact, wall sex was so good, it was my new favorite position. In fact, it was so good, I couldn’t believe that Eddie and Jet had only done it four times. They’d been together months!
After wall sex, as promised, we got dressed and Luke took me to my place.
This freaked me out since we were going to my place so I could water plants that I didn’t own. The whole way there I tried to figure out how to get out of the new mess I made for myself and decided that I was just going to have to wing it.
First, I tried to get him to leave me at the door by barring his way but, as was becoming his custom, he just leaned down and, hands at my ass, he picked me up. I should have known I wouldn’t succeed at barring him from my house, but I told myself at least I wasn’t a quitter.
As was becoming my custom, my legs went around his h*ps and my hands went to his shoulders (by the way, this was Wall Sex Position but in clothes). He stepped in, kicking the door shut behind him, ignoring my hands pressing against his shoulders. He turned and locked the door (still ignoring my pressing hands) and then walked us up my stairs.
I gave up on the shoulder press and tried another strategy.
“I have to see to my plants,” I told him. I decided I’d pretend I had plants, maybe get him to wait for me in the bedroom and hope he didn’t follow me around while I watered my non-existent plants.
“You don’t have any plants,” Luke said.
Shit, shit, shit Did he know everything?
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re annoying,” I told him when he made the turn at the top of the landing toward my bedroom.
“At least you aren’t tellin’ me you hate me anymore.”
Hell and damnation!
I forgot my own kill line.
I made a frustrated noise in the back of my throat.
Luke chuckled. Yes, he actually chuckled.