Pretend You're Mine(44)
She either didn’t hear his warning or paid no attention to it because a sweet little moan escaped her lips and it made him lose it. He was pounding into her. Hitting bottom.
“Harper.” Her name was almost a shout as he felt his climax churning in his balls. Her eyes flew open and they locked gazes.
Her lust-glazed eyes widened just as he felt her tighten around him. “Luke,” she whimpered his name.
He drove in to the hilt and came violently in her.
***
“Are you asleep?” she whispered while tracing the lines on his arm and chest.
“Mmm,” Luke answered without opening his eyes.
“Do you feel like I feel?”
“How do you feel, baby?” He rolled over pulling her back against him and nuzzling her hair.
“I don’t know.” She sighed happily and snuggled deeper. “Like it’s Christmas morning and everything I ever wanted is under the tree.”
“Eh, it was okay. Maybe more like an Easter basket or a nice picnic on Labor Day.”
Her indignant gasp was followed by a sharp elbow to his gut.
He wrapped his arms around her tighter, his laughter soft against her ear. It warmed her heart to hear him laugh. She didn’t hear the sound often.
“There was nothing okay about it! Don’t even pretend you didn’t feel the earth move, jerk.”
He laughed again, a quiet rumble in his chest.
“I want to hear you say it, Luke.”
He had her flat on her back, pinned under him in less than a second
He framed her face in his hands. “Baby, you and I both know that this was something special. But I’m not surprised. I knew from the second I saw you, the moment you opened those beautiful gray eyes and looked up at me, that I needed to be inside you.”
He tugged her hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss on her palm. “I don’t know what’s happening here, but you’re in my head and my blood. There was no way that this was not going to happen.”
“Then why did you fight it?”
He sighed. “You’re not part of the plan. You and your perfect body and that sweet smile. Those sexy little moans you make that get me so hard. You are a beautiful, chaotic distraction. I don’t like being distracted.”
Harper wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or offended, but the warmth flooding her chest made up her mind. “You were pretty good, too,” she said with a satisfied smirk. He pinched her and she yelped. “So, just to be clear, how will we be spending the rest of our month?” she asked.
He lowered himself to her, lips hovering over hers. “Spending as much time as possible exactly like this.”
***
As what seemed to be her new habit, Harper woke wrapped in Luke’s embrace. But this time she made no move to wriggle free. Instead, she snuggled deeper, burying her sleepy smile in the crook of his arm. She could tell from the light filtering through the windows that it was still too early to think about getting up. It was going to take something around a code red to drag her out of Luke’s arms.
He stirred, nuzzling her hair. “Morning, sunshine.”
“Mmm, morning.”
Luke brushed her hair back and placed a soft kiss on her neck.
“This has to be the best way ever invented to wake up,” Harper sighed.
His laugh was soft. “I hate to leave this bed, but I’ve got an early meeting and I want to get in a run first.”
“You’re such a grownup,” Harper sighed. “I should probably get up and pay taxes or clean out the gutters or something.”
“You stay here. I need you rested for when I come home this afternoon.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Luke dropped a kiss on her shoulder and slid out of bed. “Get some more sleep, sunshine.”
She rolled over and buried her face in his pillow.
Harper didn’t know how long she had slept before she was jolted awake by something landing on her butt with a solid thwack.
“Mmph.” She rolled over and squinted up at Luke. He dropped a newspaper in front of her.
“Why are you throwing news at me?”
“Because you’re in it.” He stood, hands on hips, next to the bed.
Harper shoved herself into a seated position and opened the paper. It was front-page coverage of the Not-So Polar Plunge. It opened with a very large picture of her being carted out of the water in Linc’s arms.
“Oh, crap.”
“Yeah. That doesn’t happen again.”
“Near drowning? Or me being carried around by a buff firefighter?”
Luke didn’t laugh. He crossed his arms over his sweaty t-shirt-clad chest.
“You really don’t like him, do you?”
“He’s an ass. And I don’t like any man’s hands on you.”