“Hell yeah, baby, it’s everything. All the things. You know it is. We connected even when we lied to each other. Don’t you see? That’s something right there. Kismet or whatever. Fuckin’ providence.”
Luke chuckled, and his expression changed from one of longing for understanding, for acceptance, to hope.
“Some higher power put us in that hallway, and we did the rest. We couldn’t help ourselves because we make so muchsense. So yeah, shit yeah, it’s enough.” I laced my hands with his. “It’s all we need.”
He exhaled slowly and set his forehead on my shoulder. “I need a reset button.” Then, in a sad whisper, he said, “My parents are poison. I hate being around them. I hate how they linger in my head.”
I fiddled with the button on his jacket. “I know, so let me reset you. Let me fill your mind with better things.”
“You’re so sure about me? About us?” he asked.
I nodded, brushing my lips over his temple. “I’ll show you how sure I am.”
Luke stayed still as I got his jacket undone, but when I smoothed my hand over the soft swell behind his trousers, he stopped me with a tight grip on my wrist.
“We can’t,” he whispered.
“Says who?”
He glanced at the locked door. “There’s a ballroom full of people out there.”
“Yeah.” I smirked. “Which means they ain’t in here.” His hold loosened, and I pressed my palm harder against him. “You need this. Let me remind you how good we are.”
LukeremainedsilentasI slowly slid his jacket from his shoulders with a whisper of material. He didn’t stop me, so I didn’t stop. I tossed it on the narrow chaise along one wall, then assessed him. Damn, but he could wear a suit. When I started on his vest, he lifted his head, then his hands, placing them beside his shoulders so I had room to undress him. His vest went the way of his jacket, and then I reached for the buttons on his shirt.
“Why do you have so many layers on?” I complained.
Luke chuckled but left me alone to work. I got his shirt open, only to reveal a fitted, black undershirt.
“Fuckin’ Christ,” I hissed. With his button-down spread wide, I pulled the undershirt out of his pants and lifted the hem to his mouth. “Hold this.”
He bit the material between his teeth, softly chuckling.
The bulge in his pants greeted my hand with a jump as I smoothed over his growing erection.
Luke hummed around his shirt, and his eyelids closed halfway.
With the encouragement, I added a bit of pressure. Fingertipspointing down, I skimmed his length, then curled them around his balls with one hand and popped the fastener with the other. We’d both been virgins when we started this, but shit, I took to sex like a duck to water. Everything I did to him made him shiver or moan or both.
“You promised me things, and I want them,” I whispered.
Luke opened his eyes, staring into mine, and nodded. I got his pants open enough and shoved my hand inside his boxers. I groaned as I closed around his thickening length, but Luke whimpered.
“You like that?” I asked, knowing the answer.
Luke nodded in answer, but it wasn’t enough.
“Tell me.”
He parted his teeth, letting the shirt fall to his chest, and with a breathy exhale said, “I like it.”
I shuttled lightly over him, teasing him. “How much? Enough to fuck my hand? To show me what you need?”
His cheeks darkened, but he moved his hips. Slowly at first, then he gripped my shoulders and moved faster, taking what he needed. The wonder mixed with lust in his expression was pure fantasy. Beautiful.
“What a good boy you are.”
Luke moaned.