Then I felt hands roaming.
“Hey,” I said sleepily as Luke’s ‘tache hit my neck, his lips coming with it.
“Babe, you want me to f**k you when I get home, it’s a good idea not to go to bed with so many clothes on,” Luke told my neck.
“It’s just a camisole and shorts.”
His hands went into the camisole, up, and then it was gone.
“It’s just shorts,” I corrected.
I felt him smile against my mouth before he kissed me.
“Was anyone here when you got here?” I asked when our lips disengaged.
“Tex, watchin’ a movie. Shirleen was crashed on the couch. They both left when I got in.”
I felt warmth spread through me and it didn’t all have to do with Luke’s hands and mouth.
“They’re good people,” I was talking to his throat at the same time I was discovering the fact that he was naked. I took advantage and ran the tips of my fingers over his tight ass.
“The best,” Luke replied then his hand came under my chin, tilted my head up and he kissed me again.
After he kissed me, I wasn’t in the mood to talk anymore.
So we didn’t.
* * * * *
My body was rolled, my torso pulled up and I opened my eyes as Luke shifted me into his lap.
He was fully dressed and either it was a gray day (not many of those in Denver) or it was early dawn. I guessed (correctly) it was early dawn.
“What’s going on?” My voice was scratchy with sleep.
“I want a kiss before I go,” Luke replied.
I squinted at him. “Where are you going?”
“Shit to do.”
I came fully awake. I did not think so.
Time to try a new tactic in order to save Luke from doing something that could land him in prison.
I cuddled into him and slid my arms around his waist. “Stay here with me,” I was working the sleepy voice, hoping it would have an effect.
His hand went up my back and into my hair, twisting it gently in his fist.
I thought I was getting somewhere but he said, “Sorry, babe.”
Shit.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” I tried again.
He shook his head.
“I do a great frittata with bacon and cheese.”