Allie knew that this was the perfect opportunity to confess her feelings to Luke. Rachel was not with them and she wasn’t going to interrupt anything because she wasn’t here. Allie wasn’t going to let this opportunity she had to pass her by. Luke was going to stay in the suite with her today then they were going out the next day. As she stared at him while he worked with his laptop, she contemplated whether she should tell him how she felt.
Her gaze was glued to him as she thought of how she would confess her feelings to him
“Lu-Luke…” She began, as nervous as she’d never been before.
“Nothing to say?” Luke whispered, his words so faint that she had to lean closer just to catch them.
But leaning closer was a fatal mistake, and her glance was drawn helplessly from the deep open V of Luke’s robe all the way up the bronzed expanse of his naked chest, with its soft sprinkling of richly silky body hair, up past his Adam’s apple, so tautly masculine in a throat that just begged to be touched and kissed, right to his mouth.
His mouth!
Allie swallowed helplessly, totally unable to drag her transfixed gaze away from the tormenting temptation it was feasting on. Just looking at Luke’s mouth made her want to reach out and touch it, to trace its shape with her fingertip, memorising its shape and texture so that she could then re-draw it, sketching its every angle with soft butterfly kisses, before…
As though he was reading her thoughts as they formed, she heard he telling her urgently,
‘Do it, Allie. Oh, God, yes…’ he breathed thickly as her wide-eyed, bemused gaze met the sensual intimacy of his. ‘Yes,’ he repeated rawly. ‘Kiss me…’
But as his mouth fastened over hers he was the one doing the kissing, his lips hungrily devouring hers, his arms tightening around her as he drew her closer.
Delicious tremors of excitement shivered down Allie’s spine as her mouth, her body responded helplessly to him.
‘Luke… Luke…’ She could hear herself moaning his name against his mouth as she clung to him, her hands gripping the edges of his robe and then releasing it as her fingertips accidentally brushed against his hot skin and fiery darts of pleasure acted like magnets, fusing her fingertips and then the whole of her hands to his body as she slid them beneath his robe, exploring the hard breadth of his chest. Her whole body was burning with arousal and longing now, aching to be touched… caressed… possessed.
‘And then I’d touch you here…’ he told her, his hand just lightly skimming the junction of her thighs, the lightest, briefest touch imaginable, but it was enough to make her melt with longing, to burn with need and to show every bit of what she was feeling in her eyes.
‘And you’d look at me… just the way you’re looking at me right now,’ Luke told her thickly, ‘and I’d want you so much that I’d almost be afraid of hurting you, knowing that the way I wanted to have you would be hot and passionate, and it wouldn’t be over for a long, long time; that I’d want to explore every inch of you… touch you… stroke you… know you… eat you…’
‘Luke…’ Allie managed to protest.
‘Luke what?’ he asked her, his fingers already sliding inside the fastening of her shirt and hooking round the buttons. ‘Do you want me as much as I want you, sweet Allie?’ he asked her, his fingertips tantalising her as they slid sensually against her skin.
Her breasts ached so for his touch… his mouth… She shivered in mute pleasure as she heard him whispering to her, ‘Do you lie in bed at night thinking of me the way I think of you… imagining the soft silkiness of your skin, the sweet taste of you… that sexy little purr you make when you’re aroused…?’
In another second he would be touching her nipple, and once he did… He was just toying with her, amusing himself, that was all; he didn’t really feel anything for her. Right now he might say he wanted her, but tomorrow he would be behaving horribly to her again; she knew it. Frantically Georgia clung to what she knew to be reality.
She had to confess her feelings to him right now. She had to right her marriage which was built on wrong foundations. But why wasn’t she saying anything? Why was she melting under Luke’s gaze and touch?
She shuddered in delight as his mouth opened over hers in a kiss of fierce passion and promise. She wanted to tell Luke that he must stop what he was doing, that he mustn’t encourage her to betray herself and her love to him by kissing her the way he was doing, but somehow the words were never uttered. Instead, she was clinging to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she opened her mouth to his kiss, seeking, finding and claiming the hot thrust of his tongue with a female urgency that made him stiffen and then shudder.
Wrenching his mouth away from hers, he told her rawly.
‘If you keep on kissing me like that there’s no way I’m going to be able to stay here in this bed with you and not give you with my body what you’re asking me for with your mouth.’
For a moment Allie was too shocked to say anything, heat scalding her skin as she took in the full meaning of what he was saying. In the lamplight she could see the hot sheen of his torso.
‘I… I wasn’t asking for anything,’ she denied huskily, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to look into Luke’s eyes, and she knew that the little tremors of sensation thrilling through her body were making a mockery of her verbal denial.
‘Luke!’ As she gasped his name, helpless to defend herself from what she was feeling, he seemed to sense her confusion, gentling his kiss.
He told her fiercely, ‘It’s all right… it’s all right. I feel the same way. I want you so much it hurts,’ he added, groaning out loud as he ran his hand down her nightdress-clad back and closed his eyes.
‘Let me take this off, Allie,’ he begged her. ‘Let me see you… all of you…’
Just for a moment she hesitated. She was by nature very modest-too much so, she sometimes thought-but as though he guessed what she was thinking he whispered to her gently, ‘You want to see me too, don’t you? You want to touch me… hold me…’