Page 99 of Love… It's Messy

“Actions, Luke,” I whisper. “Show me.”

His chest rises and falls with wild breaths as his nostrils flare and pupils dilate.

“Show me what you do to me in your dreams,” I demand.

I’ve had this man before. It was intense and earth-quaking, yet nothing compares to the reconnection. Two people—shattered by the past and coming together in the present with apologies, forgiveness, pain, and desire—as our chests collide. His mouth is back on mine, and his fingers bite into my skin. My hands work to remove his jacket and tie, tossing them over his shoulder, while he makes quick work to rid his torso of his shirt.

Skin to skin, we rub against one another. Fingers explore, and mouths cherish. His callous fingers dig into my waist. The dominant hold he has on me shoots through every nerve in my body. His fiery mouth works perfectly against mine before finding its way to my ear, my throat, my breasts, nipping and soothing.

Luke lowers me to the bed, and I shimmy up toward the headboard as he crawls over my body. He’s still in his dress pants, and I want them off yet am silenced as his hands take mine. He pins me to the bed. The weight of his body is possessive as he controls me with the force of his groin grinding against my panties. I open my legs wide, lifting my hips into him, letting him know exactly what I want.

Possessive hands glide down my arms as he drags himself south. He teases a finger along the lace, skimming the edge of my core. My back arches, and I spread even further, quivering in need. Gentle bites along my flesh through the fabric have me crying out and lifting my knees to straddle his head.

Luke’s laughter is felt against my thighs. “I miss the way you fuck my face with your pussy. Suffocate me with your orgasm.”

I blush at the notion.

“I’ll kill any man who touches this. It’s mine.” His growl radiates as he sucks on me through the lace.

“There’s no other man, Luke. No one could ever do to me what you could.”

“What have you been doing all these years without me?” He lifts a brow with a devilish grin on his face. He moves toward the side of the bed, stretching an arm toward my nightstand and opening the drawer. “Bingo,” he declares as he removes my vibrator—a purple personal massager.

I cover my face with my hand as he lifts it up in the air.

“Single woman, you’ve used this for pleasure for far too long,” he drawls.

I think he’s going to toss it onto the floor like garbage. Instead, he turns it on.

“What are you going to do?”

“Make sure that when you use this when I’m not here, you remember how good it canreallyfeel.”

He lowers the vibrator to my clit and presses down. I see stars and the gorgeous smile of the man moving the pleasure tool in long, slow circles.

His mouth moves to my breast, and he sucks hard, far more vicious than I would think I could handle, but with the intense pulsing of the vibrator on full blast, his sucks and bites are potent. His free hand moves to my underwear, shifting the fabric and inserting a finger inside my core.

I whimper in pleasure. My head falls back. My hips rise. There’s a bead of sweat dripping down my spine as my body is heated, blood circulating through my body like a current greater than the ocean as it rolls in, the tide building. The sensation of his hand, paired with his mouth and the vibrations, is too much. The curling and pressing rhythm of his fingers, now two of them gingerly caressing me from the inside out, are more than I can stand.

Toes curling.

Legs shaking.

The arches of my feet cramp.

The waves building inside me crash in an erotic explosion as my orgasm gives way, rushing through me as my core clenches around his fingers. I writhe on the bed.

His fingers are dewy with moisture when he removes them and lifts them to his lips, sucking every drop of my arousal from his flesh.

“So fucking good.”

His hair is falling down his forehead as he looks at me, dreamily handsome and the epitome of a Herculean male.

I might have just had an orgasm, but I’m still thirsty for more. I throw my arms around him and kiss him senseless, tasting the arousal of my pussy on his tongue. His arms wrap around me. We move until we’re on our knees, clawing at one another.

I undo his belt buckle and push his pants down. Luke helps me remove his pants and boxer briefs. Now, completely naked, I stare at his large, swollen cock. It’s impressive in length and, from what I remember, impressive in action. I remove my lace panties and throw them on the bed.

We stare at one another, naked and straddling the bed.