me, and I was absolutely receptive to it.
Who wouldn’t have been?
He was fricking gorgeous.
Even sitting down, I could tell he was tall, most likely taller than me. His limbs were long and lean, and the skin peeking out from his partially unbuttoned shirt was golden, with just a hint of black hair in the center of his chest.
His dark eyes were heavy-lidded and gave off a sensual glint. My grandmother once mentioned her favorite actor had bedroom eyes, and this was the first time I really understood that term.
Those eyes, compounded with his sharp, square jaw lined with dark scruff and his thick black hair, which seemed to have a mind of its own, continually flopping across his forehead after he scraped it back, made Luke devastating.
Internally, I was panting like a little puppy.
I really hoped I was playing it cool on the outside.
“Since I’m already in trouble, can I push my luck and ask for a tour? I’ve never been in a home quite like this.”
He stared at me for so long I was preparing myself to be rejected. Just when I was about to take back my request, Luke unfolded himself from the couch and rose to his feet. Then he offered me his hand. I slipped my hand in his, allowing him to pull me upright.
He tugged just a little too hard, and I ended up flush against him. “Well, hello.” My hands went to his chest, and his landed on my hips.
I had to look up at him. Not far, maybe two or three inches, but I appreciated that he was taller than me.
“I’m not used to a woman being at my eye level,” he uttered lowly, his gaze sliding across my face.
Neither of us seemed to be in a hurry to pull back.
“What do you think about it?”
He smelled good. Like spice and fresh air. I had to stop myself from shoving my nose in his throat to see if his scent was more concentrated there, right over his thrumming pulse. I bet it was.
“I have a lot of questions I didn’t have before.”
My tongue darted out to wet my upper lip. “Ask them.”
One of his hands dragged from my hips, along my ribs, trailing over my arm and shoulder to the side of my neck. He watched me as he moved higher up my body as if waiting for an objection, but I found nothing objectionable about being in this man’s arms.
His thumb stroked the underside of my jaw, gently tipping my head back.
“Some things can only be answered through experiencing them.” His eyes never left mine as he closed in on me at an achingly slow pace.
Impatience spurred me to rise ever so slightly on my bare toes and press my mouth to Luke’s. He grunted, deep and rumbly, then tugged me deeper into his body, his fingers tangling in the back of my hair and clasping my hip even more firmly.
Despite the almost rough way he held me, his lips were soft and searching. I’d shared drunken kisses with strangers in bars before, but this was nothing like that. Not at all. He was slow and thorough, tasting every inch of my lips before coaxing them to part and sliding his tongue against mine.
My toes curled into the plush rug beneath me, and my entire body melted into Luke’s. His hold on my hip loosened, and he slid his palm to my lower back, teasing the top of my ass. My fingers slipped into the back of his hair, drawing his face nearer to mine.
He tasted delicious, like beer, mint, and something decidedly exclusive to him. I lapped at his tongue and the back of his teeth, and a moan slipped out of me without my permission.
He smiled against my lips, easing back to pepper them with light kisses before pulling away entirely.
“Come on, pretty girl. I’ll show you around.”
Luke led me from room to room, but I barely noticed the contents of any of them. His thumb rubbing the back of my hip had a direct line to my clit, and by the time we were climbing the spiral staircase to his bedroom, I decided I wanted this man and didn’t want to wait to have him.
He pushed open the door to his bedroom and allowed me to enter ahead of him, but he never let go of me. His hand seemed to be permanently molded to my hip, and I had no problem with that. I liked it there.
He stood behind me while I tried to take in his room. A bed, tables, art, lights—that was all that registered. Most of my focus had been stolen by the man pressing his thick erection against my ass as he dragged his lips along my bare shoulders.
“There’s something to be said for a woman almost as tall as me,” he murmured against my skin.
I arched my spine and hooked my hand on his nape. “It’s really convenient when things align.”
“Hmmm.” He sucked on the place between my shoulder and neck. “I’m all about convenience.”
I spun to face him, draping my arms over his shoulders. His fingers dove into my hair, angling my head the way he wanted, then his mouth was on mine. God, did this man know how to kiss. He went in lightly at first, taking almost gentle sips from my lips. It was maddening but, at the same time, addictive.
“You’re good at that,” I told him.
“Your lips taste like fucking sugar.” He pulled away just enough to look at them. The heat swelling behind his gaze was so massive it almost knocked me backward.
I knew he meant it—and not just from his expression. In the next moment, he was sucking and nipping them, trying to steal the flavor off my lips. And I wondered if it was possible to come from kissing. I had to press my thighs together to help with the ache Luke had caused, but it didn’t do much good.
While he was devouring my mouth, his fingers toyed with the straps of my dress, slipping them down my shoulders. His fingers trailed over my collarbone and the slight swell of my cleavage before venturing around me, where I knew he’d find the zipper.
He didn’t ask. One moment, I was secure in my dress, and the next, it was open and sliding down my body. Luke allowed enough room between us for it to fall all the way to the floor.
Breaking away from my mouth, he hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled me toward the bed. He sat down, bringing me to a stop between his spread legs. Lips parted, he took a long, thorough once-over of my body in lacy black panties, a black push-up bra, and absolutely nothing else.
“Fuck. The things I want to do to this body.” His open mouth landed on my belly button, leaving a trail of wet kisses along my abdomen while he cupped between my legs. “I need to eat your pussy.”
I nodded, willing to do almost anything to keep his mouth on me. “Take off your shirt first. Let me see you too.”
He let go of me, leaning back on his hands on the bed. “You do it.”
His low command hit me in the belly, and I dropped to my knees, sliding my fingertips down his exposed chest to the top button. He had already done half the job, so it took no time to unbutton them all and push his shirt open.
My mouth watered at his tautly muscled torso. I was tempted to use my tongue to follow the line of black hair dividing his abdomen and leading into his trousers. But Luke had other ideas.
He grabbed me and tossed me on the bed. Standing over me to shrug his shirt the rest of the way off, he swept his hungry eyes along my exposed flesh.
“Bra off. Get that fucking bra off now, pretty girl.”
My spine bowed at his command. I reached beneath me to unclasp my bra and toss it to the side. Once my breasts were exposed, I had a moment of apprehension. My little tits were my biggest insecurity. But Luke’s gaze became darker, going from hungry to starving. Heat scorched my skin as he drank in my body.
He fell over me, his lips closing around one of my nipples, sucking hard enough for me to arch into his mouth and moan. My fingers tangled into the sides of his hair, and my legs pressed and squirmed.
This wasn’t me. Kissing strangers in college was as daring as I’d been with men I didn’t know. But there was something about this man that had set me alight from minute one. I knew if I said no to this particular experience, I’d regret it forever.
“Luke…oh please.” What I was asking for, I wasn’t sure. Just more. All the promises he’d made while ravishing my mouth.
He lifted his head from my breasts, cupping one of them in his wide palm. “These need more attention. Your nipples are as sweet as your lips.” He gazed down my belly. “I bet you’re even sweeter between your legs, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know. You’ll have to tell me.”
One hard kiss to my smile and he was moving down my torso, licking my nipples and then sucking the skin below my belly button. My panties were removed like the lash of a whip, fast and smooth. Luke wasted no time in spreading me wide and taking his fill of the sight of me.
“Jesus. Fuck. Even your cunt is pretty.”
Palms spread on the backs of my thighs, he pushed my knees to my chest and dropped down to devour me.
And that was what he did.
There was no teasing. He took one long swipe of me, from end to end, groaning when my flavor hit his tongue, then he speared me with two thick fingers and latched on to my clit.
My neck arched, eyes opening wide to the ceiling. This part rarely worked for me, and if it did, it took a long, long time. But Luke had started the blaze before he even touched me. When his fingers curled inside me, finding a spot I heretofore believed to be a myth, and he sucked my clit between his talented lips, I became a shaking, moaning, wanton little addict.
He’d hooked me in under a minute.
His gratified grunting as he licked and pleasured me only pushed me closer and closer. Because he was getting off on this. He wasn’t just doing it for me. This man clearly enjoyed the work he was doing.
I never wanted him to stop.
But I didn’t even try to hold myself back. My climax barreled into me with unimaginable force, knocking me for a dizzying loop. A knot deep, deep within me sprung free, and rivers of heat gushed through me. And out of me.
My grip on his hair was solid as I rucked against his waiting lips and tongue, calling his name at a volume that must have reverberated off the walls. My ears were ringing, and I’d lost control of what was leaving my mouth. If everyone at the party downstairs heard me, then I hoped they were happy for me because I’d just had the best orgasm of my life.
My eyelids fell closed as I panted and quivered from aftershocks. Luke let my legs fall to the side as he stroked my inner thighs and the curve of my waist.
“Look at me, pretty girl.”
Soft, but it was an order which my eyelids obeyed. Luke was kneeling between my thighs, his pants open, the tip of his cock bulging over the waistband of his black underwear.
I licked my lips.
He chuckled. “Eyes up here.”
Our gazes met. If possible, there was even more heat behind his now.
“Did I make a mess of your sheets?” I asked.
His head cocked, and he swiped his index finger along his mouth and chin, then slipped it into his mouth and sucked. The rumbling groan that came from him had my hips rising off the mattress.
He laid his palm on my belly and pressed me down flat. “You improved my sheets. They were missing a pool of hot fucking candy made from your cunt.”
“I’ve never done that before,” I admitted.
“It won’t be the last time.” He pushed a finger into me and twisted. “I’m going to fuck you now, gorgeous.”
I nodded. “Please.”
He had to climb off the bed to grab a condom from his nightstand. Watching the sensuous way his limbs moved, the rippling of his abdomen, and that dripping purple head practically ripping out of his underwear, I had never wanted anyone more.
This was crazy. Not me. I never lost it over men.
But Luke was in a league of his own.
Just as he tossed the condom on the sheet beside me, someone banged on his bedroom door.
“Luke! Is the tall blonde in there with you?” The thick Italian accent made Vincent easy to identify.
“Fuck off,” Luke shouted, his fingers clenching at his sides.
Then Vincent yelled something in Italian. Luke responded in equally rapid Italian, his throat and face reddening.
I scooted upright, suddenly feeling exposed and strange, even though Vincent couldn’t see me through the locked door.
Luke turned around to look at me, his hands on his hips. “Don’t move. I’m getting rid of him.” Then he went back to yelling in Italian.
Normally, this man speaking Italian would have done it for me, but there was nothing normal about this situation.
Embarrassment was sinking in. We should have at least exchanged last names, and I definitely should have inquired about his sexual health.
Kara’s voice coming from right outside the door was the nail in the coffin of this evening.
“Sersh, can we go? I’m ready and don’t feel safe catching an Uber on my own,” she whined.
I already had my dress halfway on when Luke swiveled back around to face me.
“Yes, give me a minute,” I called. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”
He stared at me as I darted around his room, grabbing my panties and bra.
“We weren’t finished,” he grumbled.
I stopped in my tracks, clutching my underwear to my stomach. “I know, and I’m really sorry to leave you in this state…but it’s probably for the best. We don’t even know each other.”
He huffed. “That was the best part.” His gaze lingered on me, and I tried not to react to his hurtful admission. I couldn’t even pinpoint why it hurt, but it did.
I covered it up with a coquettish shrug and a little grin. “At least one of us experienced the best part.”
He strode up to me with a dark expression, and my heart leapt into my throat when he spun me toward the door.
His warm breath touched my ear before his gravelly words did. “I’ll bill you for the sheets.” Then he gently tugged my zipper up and smoothed my dress along my sides. “I’ve never tasted sweeter than you, pretty girl.”
Then he opened his bedroom door and sent me on my merry way.
