It felt like a deja vu. The last time Luke had travelled with Allie on a plane was during their honeymoon and he’d had these same thoughts about her.
His hands balled into tight fists as he anticipated their arrival. Soon, he slept off. Maybe his desire for his wife was lesser than his desire to sleep.
Minutes later, they arrived at the beautiful resort and got into their suite. Luke knew he had to get to business because his desire for his wife was just too much.
“I’m famished, Luke. I have to go to the kitchen to cook” Allie said to him and went to kitchen
He groaned in frustration. She’d left him with an uncomfortable hard on. Well, he’d just have to wait for her.
He waited for several minutes and she still wasn’t done with cooking. Impatient now, he went to the kitchen.
,’Have you any idea how much, right now, I want to kiss you?’ he drawled without masking his desire
‘To… to kiss me…?’ Allie stammered, her face flushing guiltily as she recognised how much she actually wanted him to put his words into action. Veiling her expression from him with downcast eyelashes, just in case he should see what she was feeling, she began huskily, ‘I… I don’t think that that would be a good idea…’
‘You don’t?’
‘I… I don’t know why you should. After all…’
‘You don’t?’ he repeated, his voice becoming even more throaty and sexy. ‘Does this make it any easier for you to see why?’ he asked her softly as he moved towards her, the bulk of his body cutting off her escape as he placed his hands at either side of her on the worktop. The white tee shirt he was wearing revealed most of his arms, and, as she had been before, she was overwhelmed by a desire to reach out and stroke her fingertips down their length. They looked so strong, so masculine… so… so sexy… so… so him.
She gave a small ecstatic sigh of feminine bliss and closed her eyes, opening them again in breathless shock as she felt the warm pressure of Luke’s mouth probing the softness of her own.
‘Luke… no…’ she started to say, but for some reason her firm denial was voiced as a husky, ‘Mmm…’
‘Mmm…’ he echoed, in a much deeper and more possessive masculine tone. ‘It would be so easy to make love to you,’ he told her rawly, the words pouring hotly into her ear as his hand caressed the narrow curve of her waist. ‘I could take you here… now…’
‘In the kitchen?’ she squeaked breathlessly. The desire she felt for him must have gone to her head, loosening her tongue as well as her inhibitions, she reflected as Luke seemed to interpret what she had intended to be a statement of rejection and distaste as one of curiosity and encouragement.
‘Mmm… shall I show you how?’ he asked her, and then, without waiting for her response, he was picking her up, lifting her off her feet, holding her powerfully against his body. He whispered wickedly to her, ‘We could use the table. I could lay you on it and unfasten your shirt…’
She could feel the heat of his gaze scorching her skin right through her clothes as he looked at her breasts, and she could feel, too, the little prickle of excitement that puckered her nipples into tight, eager points.
‘And then…?’ Allie heard herself gasping huskily.
‘And then I’d hold your breasts in my hands and I’d stroke and tease your nipples until you were begging for me to take them into my mouth, just as I’d be begging for you to touch and taste me,’ he told her in a raw growl.
Luke hauled her up to him again to ravish her reddened mouth with renewed hunger. It was just sex, he reminded himself, nothing he had to make rigid rules about.
the wonder of that intimacy, the sensation of him filling her, the wild surge of her own hunger for his driving maleness overwhelmed that discomfort. Instinct made her arch up to him and it was his undoing. What control he had wrested from him by that minor encouragement, he sank into her harder and faster and set a raw pagan rhythm to satisfy his own overriding need. White-hot excitement gripped her. Her heart hammered, her breath emerged in quick, shallow gasps. He drove her to a mindless peak where her body crested and splintered in a dazzling, electrifying charge of fulfilment. As she cried out in ecstasy, his own climax took him in a savage, shattering wave. His powerful body shuddered violently as he poured himself into her.
He tugged Allie closer, and as she gave a drowsy murmur he kissed her awake. ‘I need you,’ he breathed roughly. He despised himself for admitting that but not enough to deny his sudden, overpowering craving to remind himself all over again that he was free and able to lose himself in one of life’s most primal and basic pleasures.
Even though she was exhausted, She smiled, for she ached in places she had not known a woman could ache: he was a wildly insatiable lover. She was still stunned by the effect of all that pleasure and astonished by the extent of her own abandonment. But she felt no regret, no, not an ounce of regret, for she had been reassured by the undeniable depth of his need for her.
She was surveying him: the blue-shadowed roughness of his stubborn jawline, the outrageous length of his black lashes that were the only femininising influence in that lean, strong-boned face of his and the bronzed vibrance of his skin tone against the white linen. He was, without a single doubt, absolutely gorgeous. He could also, without a single doubt, have broken that seven-year abstinence with some very much more beautiful, sophisticated and experienced woman than she was. But instead he had come back to her. That had to mean something. If she still had feelings for him, why shouldn’t he still have feelings for her?