the bag together, on our sides, facing each other. “Bring back memories?”
“As I recall, the last time we did this, it was ten degrees. But we were wearing a lot more clothes and were a lot closer.”
“Hmm. Let’s address that,” he says, unbuttoning the buttons on my blouse. I shrug it off. We slowly help undress each other, and when he wraps an arm around me and pulls me into the warmth of his body, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. “You feel good, Dr. Carpenter.”
“Call me Dr. Cross,” I say, nuzzling against his chest. “It’s more of an honor to me to be your wife. It feels more real, more right to be yours than anything else.”
He drags his hands down my back, cupping my ass. “Sweetheart . . . my wife . . . you’re so many things,” he breathes. “I’ve fallen so in love with you, I don’t know what to do with myself. Sans toi, je ne suis rien.”
I gaze up at him, my every pore thrumming with love for him. “Where did you learn that?”
His eyes scan my face, and he reaches up to swipe a lock of hair behind my ear. “Tell me I said it right. I’ve been practicing for weeks.”
I smile. “You did. Without you, I am nothing too.”
“Good. Did you tell anyone about us?”
I nod. “My best friend. She didn’t believe a thing I said.”
He chuckles. “I had a hard time believing this myself. That’s why I had to see you. I need to know you’re not just a dream in my head.” He kisses my forehead. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
He drags his hand between us. “Touch me there,” I murmur. “Just touch me everywhere.”
He nudges my thighs open with his knees, spreading me wide. I’m dripping. His hand slides between my legs, fingering my clit, and then he slowly delves a finger into my wet core. I gasp as a fever shoots through every one of my nerves. Luke laps up my gasp, groaning as our mouths fuse and his finger slides slowly and rhythmically in and out of me, making me moan and wriggle under his touch. His touch on my clit is gentle and soft and lingering, circling surely so that now the wetness is coursing out of me. I feel an ache in my belly, a craving inside me that can’t seem to be appeased, yearning to get as close to him as I possibly can.
I touch his cock. His beautiful, perfect cock. “I want you. I need you. Please, Luke.”
I expect resistance, but there is nothing but a male growl rumbling against my chest. He kisses me harder and then pecks my lips as he eases back and positions himself between my legs. He reaches for his pants, and I know what he’s looking for, so I grab his hand. “I’m protected. And I want to feel you completely. Just fuck me.”
“Goddamn, Penny. You know how many times I’ve dreamed about this?”
“I know.” I kiss his forehead. “I have too. I’ve thought about you every single second since I left Maui.”
I rest my weight on my elbows, watching him take his shaft in his hand and guide it between my legs. He pauses at my entrance and looks into my eyes. “Sure you want this?”
I nod. More than anything.
He covers me with his body, and suddenly I feel him sliding slowly into me, inch by inch, filling me. It’s so good, so delicious, him inside me, in the right place, fitting into me like the final missing puzzle piece. It makes my whole body quake.
“Fuck, Penny,” he murmurs, voice ragged. His hands are gripping my hips, fingers digging in. “You fit me so well.”
And then he is flush against me, hips against hips. He’s huge, stretching me, and I feel him inside me, throbbing with his heartbeat. I let out a shuddery breath and savor the feeling of his hot skin totally against mine, blanketing me. I kiss the side of his face, salty with his sweat, and wonder what he’s going to do to me next to drive me absolutely wild.
“This okay?” he asks unsurely, timidly, like he doesn’t know how amazing he is and how every last thing he does makes me fall more and more in love with him.
“I love it. I love your cock. You feel so good.”
Pressure is building, an explosion just waiting to happen. Before it can, he releases his grip on my hips and pulls himself