In what seemed like five minutes (but was longer, time flies when you’re getting so turned on you feel like you’re going to explode) he had me wild. I gave Bad Ava what she wanted and I tasted more of Luke, my tongue and mouth moving to any piece of skin that came near it, my hands drifting, my nails dragging. I wanted all of him, every rock-solid inch I could get (and every one I encountered was just that) and for some reason I wasn’t scared that he knew it.
He released my nipple after a delicious tug and a finishing swirl of the tongue and came back over me, kissing me again, hard, wild, his tongue teasing me and making me follow it which I did, gladly. Then his hips slid to my side, his mouth still kissing me and his hand went into my panties. I gasped against his tongue as with no fooling around, no fumbling, no exploration, no hesitation, his finger hit the target.
“Holy crap,” I whispered against his mouth, my eyes flying open.
He was watching me, his gaze so hot I felt the heat of it through my body.
“You’re dripping wet,” he told me, his voice sexy-hoarse. Before I could react to this statement, his mouth came to mine again; my eyes stayed open and so did his. “I can’t fuckin’ wait to get a taste of you,” he said against my mouth in a fierce way that I knew he really meant it and his finger did an unbelievable roll that was so good, my neck arched and I sucked in breath.
My arms were around him, the fingers of one hand at the back of his head but at the roll my other hand went to his wrist, holding it steady, telling him I wanted more.
“Ava,” he muttered and my chin dipped to look at him.
“Do that again,” I murmured.
He did as I asked. I couldn’t help it, even though my eyes were mostly closed I felt myself smile.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my mouth and his finger slid inside me.
My hips moved pressing against his hand and his finger slid out then in then again and again. My hand stayed wrapped around his wrist as his finger worked me, my other hand still at his head. I pressed up, not just my hips, my whole body, seeking contact with his and he didn’t disappoint me, pressing his body into me.
His finger slid out of me while he kissed me, his tongue sliding in my mouth as his finger did another roll, right on target, followed by another one then another one. I stopped kissing him, ready, close, my mouth against his panting. I opened my eyes to see him watching me and I knew he liked what he saw and I found that I liked that he liked what he saw.
“Show me,” he muttered, his voice a deep rumble and at the sound, I felt it coming, my tongue wet my lips and it was then the fucking door buzzer went.
His finger stopped rolling, his head jerked up and my body stilled. Then the door buzzer went again this time for longer. This was difficult to ignore. It became worse when Luke’s phone rang. Both of these were impossible to ignore. But then my purse started ringing.
“You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me,” Luke snarled.
The buzzer silenced then started again immediately.
Luke’s hand moved away, his arms wrapped around me and he rolled, taking me with him and knifing to a sitting position on the side of the bed, me in his lap. He snatched the phone out of its cradle and growled into it, “This better be fuckin’ good.”
I was still out of it, trying to wrap my thoughts around this terrible turn of events when Luke said, “Ma?”
Oh… my… God.
I was sitting, nearly naked (Luke was naked) in Luke’s lap, post-nearly-having-a-Lucas-Stark-induced-orgasm (something I’d wanted since I was sixteen and learned what they were) and Mrs. Stark was on the phone.
This was not happening.
I tried to tug away but Luke’s arm went tight and his eyes sliced to me.
“I’ll buzz you in,” he said, looking at me.
Eek!
My mouth dropped open and my eyes bugged out, totally affecting a Sissy Gawk. He put the phone down.
“My mother’s here,” he told me, totally calm (though his eyes were still ink).
I didn’t have time for inky eyes. I flew into a tizzy.
“Holy crap. Oh my God. Holy crap,” I chanted as I pulled out of his lap and threw myself on the bed, crawling over it to the other side where Luke tossed the Triumph tee last night. I nabbed it from the floor and whipped my legs around into a sitting position, my back to Luke, and tugged it on. Then I snatched my glasses off the nightstand and slid them on my nose.
I jumped up, ready to sprint to the bathroom and ran headlong into Luke whose arms closed around me.
“Ava, calm down.”
I tilted my head to look up at him. “Mrs. Stark is here!” I shouted.
He grinned. What there was to grin about, I did not know but I didn’t have time to ask.
“Let me go. I need to get dressed. You need to get dressed.”
I looked down and saw he was wearing his cargos.
Thank God for that.
I gave another tug but his arms went tighter.
“Babe, seriously, calm down. Ma likes you. She’s always liked you.”
I stared at him again in a gawk.
I knew this, of course. Mrs. Stark had always been nice to me. She was a nice lady. I sometimes wondered why she was friends with my Mom but then again she was friends with everybody.
“I know that, Luke, but she doesn’t want to catch me up here with you going commando in your cargos and me in nothing but a Triumph tee and a pair of panties.”
“She’ll do fuckin’ cartwheels. She’s hated every woman I’ve ever dated.”