Days and nights with Luke turned out to the best days of her life because he fucked her non stop. The passion and desire she felt for him was pent up and raw.
They were about to do it again.
'Your turn,' he said.
'What?' she asked, her eyes widening.
'To take off your sweatshirt,' he challenged.
Her brows launched up her forehead, and vivid colour mottled her pale skin as a string of emotions rioted across her expressive features—surprise, panic, awareness.
The admiration that had blindsided him the night before returned in a rush.
Either she was an award-worthy actress, or the most transparent woman he had ever met. But whichever it was, that blush only made him want her more.
'But I'm no wearing anything underneath,' she said.
He grinned, he couldn't help it. 'So?'
The fierce determination flashed into her eyes, and his desire became turbocharged. But still it surprised him when she gripped the sweatshirt and lifted it over her head—the gesture somehow as brave as it was provocative. Why did he get the impression she'd never done this before, when she must have? Surely no woman could be this alluring without practice.
The soft mounds of her breasts bounced as she flung away the top, making the need tighten in his gut. But then she folded a concealing arm over her beautiful rack.
His amusement dried up, as his mouth watered, the desire to capture the ruched peaks all but unbearable.
'Hey,' he said, the protest so husky it was barely audible. 'That's cheating.'
To his astonishment she dropped her arm.
'Can I touch?' he asked, the boulder of need growing to impossible proportions.
Her gaze remained fixed on his, but just when he felt sure she would refuse him, she murmured, 'Aye.'
The rush of relief made him light-headed as he cradled the plump flesh and heard her harsh gasp.
Unable to wait a moment longer to taste her, he leant forward and circled the delicate nipple with his tongue. Reverence and desperation combined to make him moan. Her fingers sank into his hair, her body bowing back, holding him against her as he trapped the tender peak, rejoicing in the erotic feel of it elongating.
Her sobs made the raw need arrow down, as he suckled, and licked, nipped and tormented. But the game they'd been playing became deadly serious as he felt his cast-iron control start to shatter.
Scooping her petite body into his arms, he placed her on his bed, the adrenaline rush joined by the painful throbbing in his groin.
He kicked off his sweats, and the huge erection sprang free. She gave a startled gasp and he hesitated—her gaze as shocked as it was eager.
'Are you okay with this?' he forced himself to ask, even though the urge to plunge inside her pussy was already tearing at his control like a ravening dog. He knew he was a big guy, women had commented on his size before, but usually to flatter him. She looked a lot less sure of herself all of a sudden.
He waited, ready to stop if she asked him to, even though it would probably kill him. But she didn't say anything, simply nodded, as the slight tremor made her high, firm breasts quiver.
His breath gushed out.
Brushing his palms up the outside of her legs, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his own shorts and dragged them down her thighs. Her panting sobs spurred him on.
All she wore now were his athletic socks. He'd never seen anything more erotic in his life.
Caging her small body in, he captured the hard nipple in his mouth again, while his fingers found the slick seam of her pussy. Carefully, cautiously, he delved, probed. Damn, she was so wet, so ready for him... And so tight.
Her breath hitched in raw heady pants as he found the hard nub, and circled it, mercilessly drawing out her pleasure. She writhed, bucked, her startled cries echoing in his ears.
'You like that?' he murmured, trying to sound amused, in charge of this seduction, even as he could feel his control slipping further.
'Oh... Yes, yes,' she cried, lost in her own passion.
Grasping her thighs, he found himself sinking between her legs, the desire to taste her, to bring her to a mind-numbing orgasm, the only thing keeping him from losing it altogether.
And then his mouth came down on hers with a fierce lancing urgency that took Allie by storm. His explosive passion sent her spinning with her heartbeat thundering in her ears and her body flushing and heating in reaction. He was very passionate, teasing one moment, carnally sensual the next. Her fingers speared into his dark hair, delving into the thickness, marvelling at how silky it was.
Her other hand braced on a long muscular thigh to hold herself steady. She wanted more—for the first time ever with a man, she wanted more. A stampede of angry elephants wouldn't have dragged her out of Luke's powerful hold. Her fingers trailed down his neck her heart racing, the very blood in her veins on fire with a hunger that hurt. Every sensitive spot on her body seemed to ache and throb.
In desperation, Luke kissed her with urgent force and she ground down on him again, dredging a grudging groan of appreciation from his wide muscular chest as his fingertips grazed the soft silky skin of her inner thighs in an attempt to hold her still and prevent her from teasing him further. The tip of a finger slid beneath the hem and learned the damp silky welcome of her there and a breathless moan parted her lips beneath his and Luke was lost in the magic of her response. In all his life Luke had never been in such a state of excitement over so little and his control broke.
Allie was in a heaven without boundaries, her body seduced and sensation seducing her. Nothing had ever felt so physically good to her before, no previous experience had ever lit her up like a star from the inside out. He was touching her and she liked it, dear heaven, she liked it, indeed loved how with every mesmerising skim of those clever fingers she shivered and shook on the edge of something she didn't know but had somehow always secretly craved. Her hips were moving of their own accord, little sounds brimming beneath the erotic pressure of his mouth still on hers. And then suddenly the pressure tightening in her pelvis became unbearable and she was flying sky-high and inwardly screaming from the sheer glory of sexual delight that engulfed her.
But at the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wonder he still wanted revenge sex from her. She wanted to know what this sex meant to him.