She set her phone on the end table. "Oh? Sounds epic."
Luke nodded as he crawled across the bed. "Since I was fourteen years old, I've dreamed of sneaking a woman up to this bed. Tonight, the fantasy has finally presented itself. So whad'ya say, Holly Evans? Want to make a man out of me?"
"I don't know," she told him, and the uncertainty on her face made him pause. She'd seemed into it a second ago.
"I don't want to get in trouble." She cocked a wicked eyebrow. "We'll have to be really quiet."
Jesus. Lust ignited in his belly as if her words were gasoline. He understood she was just playing along, teasing him, but damn if the role play wasn't working for him in a big way.
She twirled a piece of hair around her finger. "And you have to promise not to gossip to all your friends about this at school tomorrow."
"I promise." She was so damn perfect in that instant that the words came out in a growl. He hooked his arm beneath her knees, tugging her toward him so that she was flat on her back. She let out a cute little shriek, surprised by the move, and he swooped in to kiss the giggles from her lips.
"Shhh. Wouldn't want someone to figure out that I sneaked in here."
Her eyes shone with humor as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. "Oh right. Well, I guess I should warn you, I'm a bit of a moaner, so you'd better think up some way to keep me quiet."
Up for the challenge, Luke pressed his mouth to hers. God, he ached to be inside her. Everything around here felt so wrong, but when he was alone with her...he could turn off his brain. He could just shut it down, run on pure instinct and lose himself in her embrace. It was almost magical the way she made him forget all the pressures that dogged him when she wasn't around.
He poured everything into that kiss, his whole self, and when she pulled away from him, things were spinning so fast that it took him a moment to reorient himself.
"Luke?"
He caught his breath, braced himself on his elbows. Her smile was so pretty it made his chest ache.
"I think I'm ready to go all the way," she teased.
He grinned down at her, unable to resist dropping a kiss to the end of her nose. It was the perfect thing to say. She'd kept things light, pulling him back from the spiraling emotional abyss of moments before.
He got to his feet beside the bed and shoved his underwear down his thighs. "I'm the luckiest fake high school kid on the planet," he said, watching as she sat up and tugged her T-shirt off. He enjoyed the gentle sway of her breasts as she wiggled out of the white cotton panties. At this point, those damn panties had some kind of Pavlovian hold over his body. Just the thought of them made him hard.
"Oh, you're about to get lucky, all right."
She reached for him as he joined her on the twin bed. But he misjudged the distance, swearing when he banged his head on the headboard as he pushed her back against the pillows.
"Oh, are you okay?" she asked, giggling as she ran her hand over his hair to soothe the wound. "I'm sorry. It's not funny," she said, but she was still laughing a little, and he couldn't help but join her, even though his head stung almost as much as his pride.
"If I die, it will be from embarrassment and not head trauma," he assured her. She scooted over to the edge of the mattress so he could lie down.
"Awww. Poor thing. Don't worry. Nobody's first time goes smoothly," she reminded him, reverting to their role play. It brought a smile to his face. "Maybe you'd better let me kiss it better," she offered, leaning over and pressing her lips to his.
Her mouth tasted heavenly. She ran her tongue across his bottom lip, and he reached up to bury his hand in her hair, pulling her toward him so that he could return the kiss with more urgency. He was panting when she pulled away.
"Did that help?"
He nodded. "That definitely helped...a little."
"Only a little? Hmm. We might have to up our treatment level." She pushed herself up and straddled his hips.
He could do nothing but watch in awe as she lowered her body slowly toward his erection. He was so turned on by the time his body finally made contact with the apex of her thighs, he was crazy with wanting.
She continued moving down, trapping his cock against his stomach before rocking her hips forward and back, her wet heat sliding along his length, driving him to madness.
"How about now?" she asked. There was a breathy quality to her voice that confirmed she was just as aroused as he was.
"What head injury?" he managed to ask, his hips pumping involuntarily in an effort to maintain the sensation that had wrung a groan from deep in his chest. She was going to kill him with pleasure, Luke decided.
"Shhh. You're going to get us caught."
She pressed a finger to his lips and he sucked it into his mouth. She threw her head back at the sensation and sped up the pace of her hips. It was incredible, but he wanted more. He wanted all of her.
As if she was reading his mind, Holly reached down and placed her hand on his heart, bracing herself so she could reach between them and when she finally slipped him inside her, his world shrank to raw sensation and a string of swearwords on loop in his head, because he couldn't form anything more coherent through the bliss.
Then she started fingering herself as she rode him, and he'd never seen anything so perfect in his whole life. It was all he could do not to explode. But he needed to hold out until he was sure she was getting at least as much pleasure out of this as he was.
"Come for me, Holly."
"I'm so close...so close."
He grabbed her hips, pushing himself as high and deep as he could. He thrust once, twice, and then she fell forward, hands on either side of his head, kissing him as the contractions of her body ignited Luke's own fierce orgasm.
10
"GOOD MORNING, HOLLY. Did you sleep all right?"
Surely the heat prickling across her face wasn't as obvious as it felt? This was another parental milestone she'd never endured. She'd already moved out of the house by the time she'd lost her virginity.
"I did, thank you, Cathy." She accepted the mug of coffee the other woman held in her direction and took a grateful sip.
"I'm glad to hear it. Come, sit down. I'm making bacon and eggs. I hope that's okay."
"Sounds delicious."
"Oh, wonderful. There's fresh fruit on the table, please help yourself. I'll bring the rest out as soon as it's ready."
"Can I help at all?"
"Nonsense! You're our guest. Besides, that's what Luke is for, right, son?"
Holly turned to find Luke padding into the kitchen in a rumpled T-shirt, gray sweats and a seriously sexy case of bedhead and stubble. "I live to serve," he agreed. Her pulse sped up as he stepped toward her and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Holly ducked her head to hide her blush. Cathy's smile of approval was too much to deal with right now. She hurried into the dining room, joining Ross at the table.
"Morning, Holly. Sports section okay?"
"Perfect. Thank you." She set her coffee down and sat next to Ross, accepting the newspaper he handed to her. Combined with the incredible spread of strawberries, pineapple, kiwi and grapes piled high on the platter in the middle of the table, Holly was hard-pressed to remember a lovelier morning. It was idyllic, the kind of scene she'd imagined so many times since her mother had died.
Seemed that Luke was not the only one living out childhood fantasies this weekend. The problem was, her fantasy was a dangerous one. This family wasn't hers and never would be. Still, she couldn't help but let herself be swept up in the idle chatter and homey sounds that came with eating breakfast with people who loved each other.
"You should see that apple tree your mother and I planted beside the ramp in the backyard last year, Lucas. We'll deal with these plates and then I'll show you how much it's grown."
"No, you two go," Holly insisted. "Take Cathy with you. Spend some time with your son. I'll take care of the breakfast dishes. It's the least I can do."
"That's very sweet of you, Holly." Cathy stood, but started gathering up plates as she did. "You boys go on outside. I'm going to relish the joy of having another woman in the house. And don't you argue with me, missy," she warned, cutting Holly's protest off before she could make it. Instead, Holly stood and grabbed the rest of the plates, oddly flattered that Cathy wanted to spend this time with her.