Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut(3)

“You want to talk about it?” Luke whispered in my ear. I nodded my head which lay against his chest and squinted my eyes shut hoping to hold back the tears.

“I need a minute though.” I managed to choke out. Luke stepped back and kissed my forehead, gave me a reassuring smile, and walked out.

I dried myself, brushed my teeth and lathered my body in moisturizer. My battered face was starting to heal, but the bruising and swelling was still there. I didn’t want Luke looking at me with pity in his eyes any longer, so I made up my face and rolled my hair. I walked naked to my closet and chose a hot pink sundress and a pair of flip flops. The outfit was simple, but I looked better than I had in days. I took a deep breath and walked out of the closet, seeking the truth.

I found Luke sitting at the bar in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. I glanced at the clock and saw it was after two in the afternoon. Why was he drinking coffee? My heart melted a little when I realized that the past two nights had not been very easy for him. I was not the only one who couldn’t sleep at night. Many times I would wake up screaming to find Luke fully alert and always by my side. He turned to me and I noticed for the first time how tired and defeated he looked. His eyes were sleepy and his face looked aged. Still, he was the sexiest thing I had ever laid eyes on. He was shirtless and seemed to have just showered. He stood up and smiled at me and my eyes drifted from his face down to where his gray sweats hung low on his waist. He was bare foot and in my kitchen and I didn’t seem to care much about talking anymore.

“You look absolutely beautiful.”

He was wearing the biggest smile that I had seen from him in days as he walked towards me, and I couldn’t help taking advantage of the view. Luke looked like he had not missed a workout. His abs rippled down his stomach all the way to his V. His arms looked bigger than I remembered them, and the tattoos that ran down them seemed to have grown also. Everything about Luke was mouthwatering. His hair had grown out a little and the stubble on his face was so sexy that I had to remind myself to breathe.

When he reached me, he stopped only inches from my face. Very slowly, he raised his hand to the side of my neck while his thumb rubbed my jaw. I tilted my head up to him in response, inviting him, and he bent down to kiss me. When his lips touched mine, I completely lost it. Everything seemed to disappear, and it was only me and Luke. My hands went immediately around his neck and I pulled myself up, wrapping my legs around his waist, forcing him to move his hands to my ass to hold me. He groaned loudly and kissed me harder. I couldn’t get enough. His tongue reached deep into my mouth while my hands fisted the back of his hair and I pulled my body closer to him, rubbing my now hard nipples against his chest. I pulled away from his face long enough to breathe the word, “please.” Luke didn’t need any more of an invitation than that. He walked us out of the kitchen, through the living room and into the hallway. Suddenly, I was against the wall and his hands were behind him, unlocking my legs. I thought he was going to sit me down, but instead he grabbed me under my knees and pushed his body into mine. His eyes were on fire and his breathing was heavy. His muscular chest grazed my breasts with every breath he took. He brought his mouth close to mine and spoke, determination and need in his voice, “I want to kiss you.”

I nodded my head and started to lean into him, but he gripped the back of my thighs, and slid me up the wall, throwing my legs over his shoulders. I gasped at the movement and reflexively grabbed his head that was now centered between my legs. “Luke,” was all I could manage to say as I curled my fingers into his hair. My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest and pleasure pulsated through me each time the fabric of my dress rubbed against my sensitive nipples, which were now hard and visible through the thin material. His hands moved to my waist, taking my dress with them. Once it was no longer blocking his access, his mouth found me and he began to kiss me through my panties, then expertly grabbed them between his teeth, and started to pull. His hands moved from my waist, down my ass, and to the back of my thighs, taking my panties with him. I let go of his head, assisting him with the removal of them by sliding them down one leg and then the other. As soon as my hands found his head once again, he moved closer, pushing my thighs further onto his shoulders and buried his face between them. I threw my head back against the wall and pushed my body closer to his mouth, allowing his tongue to drive further into me.

I looked down at him and my view was shielded by my dress that had fallen over his face. I felt his grip tighten as I let go of him and pulled my dress off, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes looked up at me while his tongue was buried deep inside me and the look he gave me pushed me completely over the edge. I came hard, screaming his name as his tongue moved in slow circles over my clit, milking my orgasm from me. My breath was ragged and I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my lips as the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsated through me. I was slouched against the wall, thankful for his arms supporting my weight. Suddenly my legs were off of his shoulders and around his waist. I wasn’t even sure how it happened. “I want you inside me,” I commanded breathlessly, my eyes on his lips that glistened in the lighted hall. I ran my tongue over them, tasting myself and the fire that was beginning to die was ignited inside me once again. Luke grunted as he claimed my mouth with his and carried me into the bedroom. I broke the kiss and loosened my arms from around him. He let me go and once I was on my feet, I began to walk backwards until I felt the backs of my thighs against the mattress of the bed. I loved how he watched me-possessed me-worshipped me, when I stood before him like this. I felt my cheeks heat at the look on his face as his eyes scanned me wearing nothing but my thin, lacy black bra.