Edge(63)

“Emotion. I’m pissed as fuck at him, and trust me, he’s gonna be sorry he touched you.”

“Let’s not talk about him anymore.”

He sighed and I could tell by his expression that it would take some effort to get John off his mind. I leaned up to kiss him and he responded slowly, parting his lips and letting me caress them with my tongue.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I murmured.

“Me too.” He gripped my hips and pulled me against him. “If you’re gonna be my woman, you need to talk to me about things. Everything. I want to take care of you.”

I arched my brows. “Your woman?”

He bent to lift me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Hell, yeah. My one and only since the day we met.”

“Would that make you my man?”

“That’s right.”

My body approved; hot, liquid arousal flooded my veins. Luke carried me to the bed, stopping to lay me on it when we reached the mattress.

“Turn around,” I whispered against his lips. A hum of approval sounded in his throat.

“You want me on my back?”

“Mmm-hmm.” I kissed him hard, taking his stubbled cheeks in my hands. “Sit down.”

He sat on the edge of the mattress, still holding me, and I straddled his lap, grinding my hips against his. He loved me, and it gave me a heady sense of boldness I’d never felt before.

I leaned back enough to give me access to the buttons on his shirt and undid just enough to pull it over his head. His t-shirt was next, followed by my own shirt.

His gaze went immediately to my shoulder, and his face darkened again. I put my fingertips on his chin and guided his face back to mine.

“I need you with me,” I said. “Not off in some angry place.”

His expression softened. “I’m here, baby. Promise.”

With a firm arm across my back, he held me in place and teased my nipples with his teeth and tongue through the thin fabric of my bra. I tipped my head back, pleasure engulfing me. This was what it felt like to be in love. I’d never known until now. He was the only man I wanted this with, and want wasn’t even a strong enough word. I ached to be closer to him.

He unfastened my bra and slid it off. I let out a vocal gasp from the feel of his mouth on my bare nipple. Already, just the friction between us was creating a building orgasm in me.

I moved off him, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off quickly.

“Fuck yeah,” he said in a breathy tone. His boxers were next. I had them off in a second, my eyes never leaving his.

I backed up a step and unbuttoned my jeans, wiggling out of them and then my panties. He leaned his head up to watch, reverence etched on his face.

With a sly grin, I got on my knees and eased between his thighs, leaning down to taste him for the first time. He gave a muffled groan when I ran my tongue over his tip and then eased my lips down his shaft. One of his huge arms was sprawled over his face, absorbing his sounds of satisfaction.

Every response I drew from him made me crave more. I licked and sucked eagerly, lavishing attention on his balls and then his cock until I discovered how to handle both at once by stroking him.

“Dell.” His voice was strained as he reached for my shoulders. “Get on your back.”

Instead, I straddled him again, hovering above him and letting the ends of my hair tickle his face. “But I’m not done yet,” I said softly.

“Let me get a condom,” he said, running a hand down my back and over my hip.

“No.” I lowered myself onto him and he groaned loudly as he sank balls deep into me. “I need you like this.”

I felt full with him all the way inside me. I rocked my hips gently, letting my body adjust to him. He gripped my hips and leaned his head back on the mattress, sucking in a deep breath. I could see it was taking all his willpower not to take over and drive himself up into me.

The sight of him made me hot and eager. I sat back, hoping I could figure this out. It was my first time on top of a man, and I wanted it to be good for him.

“Help me,” I said softly. “I’ve never done this.”

His eyes radiated warmth as he softened his hold on my hips. “You’re doing amazing,” he said, his tone low. He guided me against him, setting a slow, steady rhythm, and I moaned my approval.

I wasn’t much for running the show. All I could think about was how intensely good it was. He didn’t seem to mind; he was breathing heavy as he picked up the pace, and when I looked down at him, I could see he was still forcing himself to hold back.

“I love you, sexy girl,” he said softly.

And that was it. Between his words, the muscles standing out on his beautiful body and the way he was moving himself in and out of me with such perfection, I came undone. He knew exactly how to stretch it out – harder and faster for a while, and then, slow and deep. I cried out his name and sank my nails into his forearms. I was reminding myself to breathe when he groaned loudly and drove himself up into me, forcing my hips down. He sat up halfway and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, molding us together.