“No,” I answered, staring straight ahead through the window to my yard. “Are you okay?”
His arm got tighter. “I’m f**kin’ great.”
Well, he would be.
Not to be conceited or anything but I got a little carried away thirty minutes ago and I knew Luke liked it. He’d got me so turned on, I made him lie back and let me have my way with him for a good long while. If I didn’t miss my guess (considering the low growl he made when it happened), I’d assisted in his having an even more mind-blowing orgasm than the one he gave me.
And, I had to say, I was pretty proud of that.
He plucked the soda out of my hand and set it aside. Then he pulled me into his lap and turned me to him, his arms loose around me.
“Gotta say, babe,” he said in The Voice but it was The Voice mixed with a kind of sexy rumble. “You’re good with your mouth.”
See! I told you.
“When you aren’t usin’ it to speak,” he finished.
I glared at him. He grinned at me.
I stopped glaring at him when I noticed his grin was like the grin he’d given me last night. It was sexy and warm and in the light of day I could put my finger on what was different.
His face had lost its hardness. It was completely soft and unguarded.
Oh.
Wow.
His hands came to either side of my head and he tilted it toward him, close, closer, until our foreheads were touching and our noses were alongside each other’s.
He looked me in the eyes. “We straight?” he asked softly.
I nodded.
“You cool with everything that’s gone down?”
I shook my head.
He touched his lips to mine. “You’ll get there.”
I didn’t share his positive attitude. He noted this on my face, I knew because he chuckled. I ignored the chuckle and lifted my head away from his. His hands moved, one went to my neck, the other one sifted into the hair at the side of my head, going through it, down my back then his arm came to rest around my waist.
I carefully touched my fingers just below his cut.
“Does it hurt?” I whispered, my eyes on the cut.
“No.”
“Do you think someone should look at it?”
“No.”
“Will it leave a scar?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
My eyes moved to his and my hand opened on his face, cupping his jaw, my thumb trailing down the side of his ‘tache.
“It was the song,” I said quietly.