They sat at the dinning table for breakfast. Luke was about to go to work without having anything before then but Allie cajoled him to eat before leaving.
In a blaze of frustration, Luke stared at her, catching the glow of awareness in her eyes as she looked back at him. He thrust back his chair and sprang upright. Allie emerged from the kitchen again carrying bowls of fruit or something. His innate good manners warred with his lust and that seething hunger won hands down, sweeping away every other consideration. As she set down the bowls he stalked around the table and hauled her entire body up into his arms, the pleasure of finally touching her engulfing him in a heady surge.
Allie blinked and gasped in complete shock. One minute her feet were on the ground and the next she was airborne, and he was kissing her.
"I am only hungry for you now," Luke husked in a ragged undertone as her tiny frame quivered in his arms, huge sapphire eyes now locked to him with an appreciation he could no longer misinterpret.
After that explosive kiss, Allie's heart was pounding so hard inside her chest she couldn't get breath into her lungs, and while on one level she felt that pouncing on her like a panther and lifting her off her feet wasn't quite what she had expected, on another secret level she was thrilled by the glow of wildness in his smouldering gaze and that urgent mouth on hers. It was so exciting, the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her and wasn't that sad, she chided herself, at her age? And Luke was that hungry for her? That was a thrilling assurance for a young woman who had never seemed to inspire passion of that strength in any presentable man before. And he wasn't just presentable, he was downright drop-dead gorgeous...
She hesitantly tore her lips from his.
"You will be late for work?"
"I don't care!" He growled and continued to kiss her. In a matter of seconds, he was carrying her upstairs, to the room, to continue from where he stopped.
Allie travelled from nervous tension back into a paradise where everything seemed to be about just one perfect kiss because he was one hell of a kisser. In that line, she was plenty experienced, even though no man had ever kissed her and made her very toes curl until Luke. It was as if he lit a spark somewhere down deep inside her, a spark that fostered a spread of warmth in her pelvis and made her thighs tighten. Her whole body turned liquid, her breasts swelling inside her bra, the peaks tightening and pushing against the lace.
His lean, long-fingered hands roamed slowly over her, cupping, touching, moulding, and she quivered, heat roaring through her in an almost unmanageable surge. Her hands lifted and found his wide shoulders to explore and then the long sweep of his back, the literal heat of him burning through the silk of his shirt.
"Take it off," he told her.
Allie went for the buttons, unwilling to break the kissing to look, and she must have been too slow at the task because with an earthy groan he pulled back from her and just ripped off the shirt, buttons flying everywhere.
"I guess you don't value your clothes very much," she muttered helplessly.
"Not when they get in the way of what I want, which is your hands on me," Luke growled, taking that moment to reach down for the hem of her dress and lift it up and over her head.
Disconcerted to find herself so swiftly reduced to her bra and panties, Allie tensed, lacking the confidence in her body that was required to feel calm beneath his smouldering dark golden gaze.
"You are so gorgeous," Luke breathed raggedly. She glanced up at him in stark shock and it was there in his appreciative gaze that he truly believed that.
Luke came down to her again like a man compelled by an unseen force, seeking her parted lips again, fiercely exploring and plundering. Allie moaned low in the back of her throat as his wide chest crushed her throbbing nipples and his pelvis sank into contact with hers but she still had way too many clothes on and her hips bucked upward as she fought to shimmy out of her tailored wool trousers. Luke rolled off her onto the floor with a stifled groan. "This is crazy!" he ground out in frustration.
She rolled upright and shimmied with shameless haste out of her trousers.
Allie had the cure for him, she decided as she sank down on her knees in front of him and tugged at the waistband of his jeans. The boxers went down with them, exposing the thick length of him. She licked her lips and just went for the challenge, hoping enthusiasm was more important than experience and from his first husky sound of pleasure she was lost in a sensual daze.
"I want to come inside you," Luke husked, his deep voice soft and hoarse as he pulled her back up to face him again.
Unexpectedly, he then dropped down on his knees to peel her panties out of his path and nuzzle against the tender flesh between her slender thighs. All control was torn from her as he explored the swollen dampness at her core where she was so unbearably sensitive.
Allie quivered with excitement and shook until he lifted her, hands cupping her hips and, in a feat of strength that took her breath away, brought her down on him with an urgent hiss, his dick meeting her pussy and thrusting home with an efficiency that sent her heart racing like a bullet. He went down on the floor and hooked her legs over his shoulders and began to move with awesome speed and ferocity, grinding down into her receptive body with all the urgent demand and force she craved. As frantic as he was in that driving need for completion, she writhed under him in a frenzy, rising up to welcome every thrust.
She moaned loudly
The pressure tightening within her was an uncontrollable force of nature that dominated everything. When he sent her soaring and, with a harsh gasp of completion, buried his face in her tumbled hair, she felt as though she blacked out at the apex of her climax because it was so blinding, so utterly intense. Shaken by that raw physical intensity, she trembled as spasms of delight continued to ripple through her in pulsating waves.
Luke lifted himself off her in a fluid movement and then hunkered down to lift her up into his arms.
He stalked into the bathing facilities tacked onto the back of the tent and pressed the shower lever. He felt like bathing again before going to work. Allie joined him in the shower. Water streamed down her overheated body, plunging her from one temperature into coolness. She shivered and used the shower gel to freshen herself up as quickly as she could. As she emerged, Luke engulfed her in a giant towel and dried her off.
"I was rough. Did I hurt you?" Luke murmured, those glorious eyes locked to her and visibly anxious.
"No, I love your passion," she confided in an involuntary rush, still stunned by the entire experience they had shared.
"And I yours," Luke murmured thickly, scooping her damp naked body into his arms and holding her close. "But, I didn't intend this to happen."
"Shush..." Allie urged, resting a finger against his wide sensual mouth. "It did happen, though"
"You have to get ready for work again" she murmured softly. "you'll be late"