“Are those the new shoes?”
“Yes,” I grin.
“They are wow.”
“I know.”
He laughs and pours me a glass of champagne as the driver pulls away from the house and heads toward Seattle.
“A toast.” He holds his glass in the air and I mirror him. “To a beautiful woman, who has become very special to me, and who is the most incredible person I’ve ever known. Thank you for being here with me.” He clinks his glass to mine and I blink back tears as I take a sip of the sweet pink drink.
“You are charming,” I murmur and smile shyly at him.
“You are sexy as hell.”
“Where are we going?” I take another sip of the champagne. Mmm… delicious.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Will it take a while to get there?”
“A little while. Why do you ask?”
I take his drink out of his hand and place it next to mine on a small table near the mini-fridge.
“Because,” I hike my skirt up a bit and straddle his lap. His eyes widen in surprise and his strong hands glide up my stocking clad legs. “I want to fuck you in this limousine.”
“Holy shit, baby, you’re wearing stockings.” I smile smugly and nod.
“I had a whole seduction scene planned for later.” His breath hitches as I grind my center against his growing erection.
“Trust me, I don’t want to ruin your plans.” I lean forward and brush my lips over his. “But if you’re not inside me in about twenty seconds, I’m not responsible for my actions.”
“That’s an offer I will never, ever refuse baby.” He slides me back on his knees so he can unfasten his pants, pulling his shirt tails out of them and pushing them down around his thighs.
Instead of straddling him, I slip off his lap and onto my knees on the luxuriously carpeted floor. I smooth my hands up his strong thighs and stroke them up and down his cock.
“Holy shit, Nat, you are so fucking hot.”
“You make me crazy.” I smear the bead of moisture around the tip with my thumb and then put it in my mouth and suck and his eyes go wide.
“Taste good?”
“Mmmm… my favorite.”
I take him in my mouth, just swirling my tongue around the tip and gliding my hands up and down his impressive length. I feel his fingertips just barely grazing my hairline around my ears and I know he wants to sink his fingers in my hair, but doesn’t want to mess it up.
I grip his shaft with my lips firmly and sink down until I feel him against the back of my throat.
“Sweet Jesus, Natalie, stop.”
I grin to myself and pull back but then sink down again, loving that I’m making him crazy.
“No, stop, I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He reaches down and lifts me onto his lap so I’m straddling him again. He reaches between us and pulls my panties to the side and I rub my folds against him, feeling my wetness spreading over him.
“God, baby, you’re so wet.”
“You are so sexy, honey. I need you inside me.”
He growls and kisses me hard while lifting my ass over him and sinks easily inside me. I grip the back of the seat behind his head and begin riding him, slowly at first, but his hands move me up and down faster and faster.
“Come for me, beautiful.” He’s kissing my neck and moves one hand between us to graze his thumb over my clitoris and I’m lost. I shudder and clench down around him, crying out as he pushes up one last, hard time and empties himself into me.
“Fuck, Natalie.” His breathing is ragged. I wrap my fingers in his hair and kiss him with all I have, pouring my heart and soul into the kiss, trying to convey the words that I just can’t say: that I love him so much.
He tenderly cups my face in his hands and slows the kiss, pulling back so he can look into my eyes, and I see the love reflected back to me. It makes me glow inside, and it makes me want to run as fast as I can in the other direction.
“Thank you for tonight,” I whisper.
“Oh, baby, it’s just getting started.” He gives me a slow, sweet smile and lifts me off of him. I rummage around and find a towel, and we clean up and straighten our clothes.
Settling back into our seats, Luke freshens our champagne and wraps his arm around me.
“I’m sorry about today,” he murmurs.
“Me too,” I sigh and lean my head on his shoulder. “Did you get your work done?”
“For the most part. I’ll have to make a few calls tomorrow.”
“Oh good.” He’s running his fingertips up and down my bare arm and I want to purr.
“What did you do today?”
“I hung out with Jules.” I take his hand in mine and lace my fingers through his, reveling in how long and lean his hands are. “She’s got some stuff going on, so I did the best friend thing.”