Maybe we have a chance.
Our faces are so close now. All I need to do is lean forward a fraction, and I’ll experience the divine sensation of his lips on mine again. Oh, God, how I want that.
But he’s married.
And it’s complicated.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he says, and I move both my hands to press against his chest. I’m not sure if it’s to push him away or just to touch him because my thoughts are a mess.
Why can’t men and sex and dating be easy?
“Callie.” His voice is demanding, and I know he’s seeking an answer from me.
Our eyes hold each other.
So close.
Oh, man.
I’m really going to do this.
When I don’t say anything, he pushes me. “I want you. So damn much.”
Oh, to hell with it.
She lied to him.
He hates her.
It’s complicated.
Fuck, life is complicated.
I reach my hand up to curl around his neck and thread through his hair.
It feels so good.
It feels right.
I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his before pulling away and whispering, “This is going to change everything, isn’t it?”
His chest rises and falls rapidly, and he pushes out a breath as he nods. “Yes.”
I take a deep breath.
And for once in my life, I run completely with my heart rather than with my head.
I kiss him like I did two nights ago.
Deep.
Hard.
Long.
A growl comes from his chest, and he lifts me to carry me to my bedroom. After he places me on my bed, he lifts his T-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. I’m so entranced by the raw hunger I see in his eyes that I’m not even tempted to shift my gaze to admire his naked chest.
When his hands move to undo his jeans, I finally take in the chiselled muscles of his body.
I need to touch him.
Before my lust-filled mind has a chance to tell my body to move towards him, he strips the rest of his clothes off and kneels on the bed.
Surely, I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Luke’s powerful body moves over mine, and all I can do is lie back and let him take charge.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says as he slides his hands under my T-shirt. His touch scatters pleasure across my skin, and I arch my back up off the bed.
When his hands glide over my breasts, I moan. I’ve waited so long for his hands on me, and even though I never believed it would happen, I’ve imagined how it would feel. And it feels so much better than I ever dreamed it would.
His eyes meet mine. “This pains me to even say, but I’m not the kind of man who forces himself on women, so tell me again that this is what you want. Just know that once you say yes, there’s no going back because I’m barely restraining myself already.”
There’s no hesitation on my behalf. “Yes, I want this.”
His deep breaths come hard and fast as he walks that tightrope of restraint, and at my words, the rope snaps, and I know the switch has been flipped in his mind.
I know he’s going to give me the best damn sex I’ve ever had.
Moments flash by, and I can hardly keep up with him. He removes my T-shirt and bra and then slides my jeans and panties off.
His movements are swift, yet gentle. He positions himself over my body, on his hands and knees, and dips his head so he can take one of my nipples into his mouth. When his warm tongue sweeps over my skin, I grip the bed sheet and wrap my legs around his body.
Yes.
Oh, God, so many yeses.
There are not enough yeses in the world for Luke Hardy.
Maybe it’s three months of no sex, but pleasure is ricocheting through my body, and I think I might actually explode from how amazing it is.
Or maybe it’s just Luke.
I’ll have to sleep with him at least once more to know for sure.
He has a wife.
Oh shush, it’s complicated.
“Callie.” Luke’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “I don’t have a condom. Do you?”
“Yes, in the drawer of my bedside table.” Thank God.
He reaches for the drawer and rummages around until he finds what he’s looking for. A moment later, he has the condom on and gives me his full attention once more.
I want his lips on mine again, so I take hold of his face and guide him to me. As he kisses me, I can feel a smile playing on his lips, and briefly, pull away to say, “Are you laughing at me, Luke Hardy?”
The smile lights up his face. “No, but I am loving the fuck out of you taking charge with that kiss.”
I love this sexy, fun side of him; I’ve never seen it before. Luke holds himself back most of the time, and although I now understand why, I want more of this fun side.
I want more of him, full stop.
And then he gives me what I want.
His lips.
His hands on me.
His body against mine.
He kisses me like I’m the sunshine to his rainy day again.
He steals my breath.