The Moment of Letting Go - J. A. Redmerski Page 0,85
breath and her soft hair makes me ache with need. I grow even harder against her, having never imagined that I could get any harder. Leaning over farther, my fingers tightening around her delicate wrists, I press myself eagerly against her below. A little gasp escapes her parted lips and it alone drives me insane. I bite down on the inside of my mouth—God, what I wouldn’t do to strip off her clothes and take her right here. Or even just to put my fingers inside of her, or pleasure her with my mouth—I’d do whatever she asked me to do.
Sienna
Feeling how hard Luke is through his shorts—I can hardly stand it. My skin is covered in goose bumps, a fluttery sensation swirls around in my chest, and there’s an unrelenting feeling of need tugging between my legs.
“Kiss me,” I tell him in a soft whisper; I can already taste his sweet breath, and I ache to taste the rest of him.
Without hesitation his lips cover mine, both of his hands moving from my wrists to the sides of my face, where he holds on so tight that I wouldn’t be able to move my head if I tried. His tongue is powerful and warm and sweet as he steals my breath away; my eyes flutter blissfully behind the lids. And even though I taste a little mud in our mouths and feel the dirty, watery sensation on my cheeks beneath his firm hands, I don’t care and I never want this kiss to end.
Luke breaks the kiss slowly, letting his delicious lips linger on mine before finally pulling away.
I swallow nervously, looking up at him.
The creaking sound of the hinges on the back screen door shake us both from our passionate stupor.
“Ah shit—bad timing.” Seth stands at the back door with no hair on his head and an apologetic look on his face.
Luke’s chest rises and falls a little deeper than normal, and then he gets to his feet, taking my hand and bringing me up with him. Water drips from us both, down the backs of our bare legs, and for me, in places that make me cringe inwardly, thinking about needing a shower. Stat.
Seth rubs the palm of his hand across the back of his shaved head. “Sorry to barge in on yah like this,” he says. A dark gray T-shirt hugs his muscular form, partially tucked behind a belt holding up a pair of black cargo shorts.
“It’s all right,” Luke says as we’re ascending the back steps. “What’s goin’ on?”
I get the feeling right away that Luke might have something more harsh to say to Seth if I weren’t standing among them. “I thought you were going to hang back for a while?”
“Yeah I know; sorry, man. I had to come over and get some of my gear.” Seth looks us over with curious dark brown eyes, finally taking stock of our drenched and mud-stained clothes. “I’m not even gonna say it.” He shakes his head, laughing under his breath.
“Yeah, please don’t,” Luke warns.
Wringing the water from my shirt and as much as I can manage from my shorts, I do my best not to seem as though I’m interested in their conversation. I’m not, really, but I feel kind of trapped, not wanting to go inside Luke’s house and leave a trail of water and mud across his clean floors in my wake.
“Come on in,” Luke tells me, holding open the screen door. “Don’t worry about all that. I’ll clean it up.”
Our eyes meet in passing, reflecting the moment we just had, and then I go ahead and walk past him into the house. Luke peels off his T-shirt before he comes in and tosses it over the lanai railing. I try not to look at his tanned, muscled upper body as he walks through the kitchen toward me, but that’s not such an easy thing to avoid, I realize quickly. His shorts, weighted down by all the water, reveal a sculpted V-shape between his rigid hips. Oh my God …
Finally I avert my eyes.
Seth stands in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his big arms crossed. It’s apparent to me that he probably came here for more than his gear, and the fact that he’s not saying much tells me they might need some time alone.
“Mind if I get a shower?” I ask Luke.
As if he feels bad for not offering it to me right away, Luke completely ignores Seth and says, “Yeah,