Allie had accepted the challenge. She had to confess her love to Luke before Rachel did something nasty again. But how was she going to do it? She now knew why people thought so hard before confessing their feelings. What if she got rejected? Scratch that, she was already married to Luke so there was no point for this, right. Luke was hers already so…
She couldn’t let her guard down. Luke loved Rachel while they were married and Rachel looked like a lady who could snag any man she wanted, Luke inclusive.
Arrrgh! Why had she gone and accepted this dumbass challenge with Rachel? She couldn’t help it that day, she was so pissed at what Rachel did to Luke. She wasn’t going to let that bitch ruin her marriage again. Even if the foundation was shaky, she was going to set things right. She was going to confess her feelings to Luke and strengthen their marriage.
She looked at the clock from where she sat in their room. It was already half past six pm. Luke was supposed to be back at any moment from now. He…
The door to their room opened and Luke entered.
She swallowed nervously
“H–hi” she smiled. “You’re back”
“Obviously” he raised an eyebrow. “are you alright?”
She shook her head. She wasn’t going to look stupid in front of him.
“I’m fine. How was work”
“As usual. How’s the baby?” he quickly stripped his clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket.
“Fine” she forced a small smile as she rubbed her belly
“All I need now is a quick shower…”
He had gone to take a shower. She gulped. She was very nervous. How would she start? Would Luke listen to her? Would he accept her heart?
Her thoughts were much and wrapped around one thing: how to confess her feelings to Luke and she didn’t notice when Luke finished taking his bath and came out wearing a robe.
“What’s the problem? You’ve zoned out” he asked her
“I.. um” she began. “what do you want to do now?”
“Work. I’m going to my study now” he said and made to leave but she stopped him
“Wait, I–I want to tell you something”
In two steps, he’d closed the distance between them
“What is it, Allie”
“I want…” How was she going to confess her feelings to him now? Damn, this was harder than she thought.
“What is it you want, Allie” his soft hoarse voice made it more difficult for her. Instead of love, she felt lust at that moment.
“I want–”
She gasped when he placed his hand on her face.
“You don’t need to tell me baby, I already know” he said, his face so close to hers
What? What did he know? Had he realised her feelings for him?
“I know you want me, Allie and I want you too”
Before she had the chance to speak, his lips landed on hers in a maddening kiss.
In shock, she meant to push him away. Her hand lifted and braced against a broad, muscular shoulder that was smooth as satin but infinitely more tactile and tempting. For an instant her mind warred with her body, telling her no…no, not right, not allowed…yet her fingers only flexed against that warm brown skin, touching, almost clenching into a move of denial but somehow not quite making it. And as quickly that moment of choice and awareness was lost. For Allie, time had stopped dead in its tracks and gone into reverse.
He slid a strong arm beneath her and lifted her up to him to let his tongue drive deep between her lips in passionate demand. A shaken gasp was torn from her as he made love to her mouth with wicked, wild expertise, ruthlessly ravishing the sensitive interior until she was hot and dizzy and clutching at him, her blood pounding terrifyingly fast in her veins.
‘No comparison, is there?’ A husky, almost chilling laugh sent a responsive shiver down her spine but all she knew was that it was heaven to be in his arms again, shy fingers free to dart into the luxuriant black silk of his hair where it grew low and slightly too long at the nape of his neck.
She groaned unevenly, her mind struggling to get a grip.
His hand moved against the firm curve of her breast, which was shielded only by the fine cotton. Her eyes squeezed shut as her nipples peaked into hard, aching little buds, depriving her of breath and voice simultaneously. Repossessing her mouth with passionate hunger, he hooked long fingers deftly into the wide neckline of the T-shirt and tugged it down out of his path.
As his sure hands shaped her swelling breasts, a kind of exquisite agony consumed Allie. His thumbs flicked over the taut peaks, making her strain up to him and moan in shock at the power of that sensation. His mouth followed the slender, arching column of her throat, lingered to toy with racing pulse-points and traced a teasing path of hot, darting kisses over her quivering flesh before capturing an urgently sensitive pink crest with ruthless deliberation. She cried out, then fought just to breathe, heart hammering at an insane rate as her fingers bit fiercely into his shoulders.
His tongue swirled and teased with erotic expertise and then he nipped the taut, swollen tip with his teeth, hotly suckling while she writhed and whimpered, shock piling on sensual shock to overwhelm her. Liquid fire flared and burned unbearably between her trembling thighs. As he shifted his long, lithe body to mete out the same treatment to the other pouting peak, he parted her shivering legs with his knee and gently pinned her down.
‘Allie…you have the most exquisitely sexy body,’ he intoned thickly, sinking appreciative hands beneath the generous curve of her hips and plundering her lips afresh.
When lean fingers skimmed through the damp tangle of chestnut curls guarding the apex of her thighs she went rigid and then gasped out loud and writhed as he found her secret place. Frantic heat flashed through her and then centred on the pulsing ache at the very heart of her. Wildly out of control from that moment on, she twisted helplessly in passion’s thrall, tormented by sensation and choking, blinding waves of ever heightening excitement.
Luke pressed her down and spread her beneath him when she was at a mindless, wordless peak of intolerable arousal. For a split second, he hesitated and her eyes opened, catching the raw satisfaction stamped in his darkly flushed features before he pushed back her thighs and entered her with a single driving thrust. Pleasure linked as she cried out in bitter-sweet shock at that powerful invasion and he covered her mouth fiercely with his again in a stormy brand of possession.
It was wild; it was like nothing she had ever imagined. Overwhelming hunger and need clawed at her even in the wake of that stabbing pain. She wanted, needed, craved every urgently sexual move of his hot, hard, demanding body on hers. She was flying up into the sun, every fibre of her being ablaze with screaming desperation. He plunged into her faster and faster, forcing her higher and higher until the fierce heat and the even fiercer ache collided deep inside her and sent her sobbing and shuddering into an explosive release.
The world was still spinning when she opened her eyes again. A daze of unfamiliar languorous contentment kept her limp and still. Luke’s arms were still tight around her, his big, powerful body damp and heavy on hers. He lifted his tousled dark head and stared down at her, not a muscle moving on his lean, dark face, brilliant eyes impenetrable.
“Thanks” he drawled slowly. “you just made my day”