His eyes flash heat again. “Exactly what I was thinking.”
Well, I do have a sex drought to make up for.
* * *
Two hours later, I wander out to the kitchen, freshly showered and thoroughly worn out. Paris grins when she sees me. “Looking good, Callie. I’m jealous.”
I groan as I slide onto the stool at the breakfast bar. “I think I need about a week to recover.”
Luke joins us as I say this. He goes to the fridge to grab the juice out and eyes me. “We clearly need to have sex more often.”
“Or maybe you need to tell that dick of yours to settle the hell down,” I mutter.
He smirks. “I heard no complaining earlier.”
“Ugh. That’s because my vagina doesn’t know her limits.”
“Guys, I’m standing right here,” Paris interjects.
Luke drinks some juice and places his glass down. “I’m fairly sure your vagina has no limits, sweetheart.”
“I’m outta here,” Paris mutters and I reach out to stop her.
“No, we’ll stop talking about my vagina. Sorry.”
Her phone sounds with a text, but she ignores it. “Sean’s watching TV if you wanna spend some time with him before you go to work,” she says to Luke.
He nods as another text comes in. She ignores that one, too. When it sounds again, Luke says, “You gonna check that?”
Paris shakes her head. “No.”
He frowns. “Why?”
“Because.”
He cocks his head. “Because why, Paris?”
She sighs. “Because they want me to go to a party with them tonight.”
He’s silent for a beat. “You want me to see if I can get—”
I jump in. “I can stay with Sean tonight if you want to go out.”
They both turn to me. “No, it’s all good,” Paris says.
“Honestly, I don’t mind.”
“You’ve been here all day already,” Paris says. “I’d hate to ask you to stay longer.”
“I’ll make you a deal. If Luke promises to cook pizza for me tomorrow, I’ll look after Sean tonight.”
“Deal,” he says without waiting for Paris.
I narrow my eyes at him. “You just want me to be in your bed when you get home from work.”
He smirks again. “You read my mind so well, baby.” He moves around to where I’m sitting and tilts my chin so he can kiss me. “That and I just like having you here,” he says before leaving us.
“God, he has it bad for you, Callie,” Paris says.
“Good, because I have it worse for him.”
I’m pretty sure I do.
I’m more than sure Luke Hardy is fast becoming the centre of my universe.
24
Luke
“What time is it?” Callie’s groggy voice filters through the darkness of my bedroom as I settle into the bed next to her.
“Just after four.” I move behind her and pull her into my arms.
She tries to turn and face me, but I hold her in place. Burying my face in her hair, I inhale her scent.
She wiggles. “Luke…”
“Give me a minute, baby.” I’ve been so damn hard for the last hour, unable to stop thinking about the fact she was here waiting for me. I grind my dick against her ass. The fact she was already naked is making it hard not to just sink into her and take what I want.
Her moan fills the room and she pushes back against me. I find her breast and massage it as I kiss a trail along the side of her neck.
“I like coming home to you.”
“I like you coming home.”
I grind against her again. “We should do more of this.”
“That can be arranged.”
“Tonight.”
“I can’t tonight.”
“Why?” I know I’m pushing her, but fuck, I need her in my bed as often as I can have her.
She wiggles to turn and I loosen my hold so she can. “Avery wants to take me out to celebrate. She met a writer from a TV show and he wants me to email him after she showed him my book.”
“I’m so fucking proud of you.” I run my fingers through her hair as I press my dick against her wet pussy.
“Well, I haven’t done anything yet.” She rests one of her legs over mine, opening herself up to me.
“You’ve been following your dream for years, Callie.” I push inside of her. Not all the way, just enough to tease her.
“For the love of God, will you just fuck me?” she begs, tilting herself forward to take me further.
“Am I going to hear complaints in the morning that I pushed your pussy past her limits?”
She pushes against my chest so I end up on my back, right before she straddles me. She then bends to kiss me. I groan into her mouth. I’m not far off and her display of power is only serving to move me faster towards an orgasm.
When she ends the kiss, I growl, “For the love of God, will you just fuck me?” I throw her words back at her.
“Oh, you want me to do all the work?”
I grip her hips. “Well, you did just take charge.”
“That was because you were dawdling.”
Fuck it.