“When I was twelve.”
I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it, it was funny.
I started to pile globs of yogurt on his fruit still smiling.
“Babe,” he called.
“What?” I kept my head bent to my task.
“Ava.”
I turned to him still smiling. I should have paid attention to what was happening with Luke and not the yogurt.
His face was hard but his eyes were ink.
Uh-oh.
“Luke –”
He pulled the yogurt out of my hand, put it on the counter and then took the spoon and tossed it in the bowl.
I moved to take a step back again reacting too late. He leaned in, his arm went around my waist and he drew me to his body. His other hand went up my back and into the hair at the base of my head.
I pulled back and his arms tightened, moving me forward.
“This isn’t a good idea,” I whispered, watching his lips come toward me.
“This is a f**king great idea,” he muttered.
Then he kissed me.
For your information, the hard kiss Luke gave me to shut me up was nothing like this.
Yes, his lips were hard but they were also effective.
Coupled with his tongue, they were ultra effective.
It took like two seconds before my knees buckled. He took my weight and I lifted my arms to wrap them around his neck, the fingers of one hand sliding across his spiky hair.
At first he teased me with his tongue, playing with me, making me want it and then taking it away so I went after it. The minute my tongue entered his mouth, he sucked it in deeper.
Ho-ly, f**king, shit.
I didn’t mean to but I moaned into his mouth, got up on tiptoe and pressed myself against him full frontal.
When I did that, his head slanted and he leaned in. His hand in my hair moved down so that his arm was wrapped around my shoulder blades, fingers at my armpit, the other one still sliced around my waist. Both arms tightened and my back arched with his lean, pressing my whole torso and h*ps into his.
The kiss went wild. He didn’t tease anymore, he meant serious business and I liked Luke’s serious business and so did my body.
Finally, he tore his mouth from mine and stared at me, his eyes so beyond warm and inky it was not funny. They were molten. I was in an uncontrollable Luke Lip Fog, mainly because his lips had been on my lips so I was staring at him eyes half-mast, lips parted.
“Christ,” he bit off tersely, his hands going down over my ass. He lifted me up and I threw my legs around his h*ps and tensed my arms around his neck. Before I could think a single thought, he kissed me again and started walking.
I didn’t know how someone could kiss someone while carrying them and walking through three rooms but he did it. I thought we were going to my couch in the living room (that’s where I would have headed) but he walked straight through my living room to the stairwell entry.
I didn’t care where we were going. Lucas Stark was kissing me; his tongue in my mouth, my special girl parts pressed against his hard boy parts. He could have taken me to the moon and I wouldn’t have given a shit.
He had one foot on the bottom stair when there was a pounding at the door. Not a knock, a pound.