After the fire stopped, Allie felt relieved. She also felt antsy but above all, she felt furious.
She’d missed her opportunity again. Would she continue to miss and miss all because of her hesitation? Anytime she tried to tell Luke how she felt, he misunderstood her and thought she desired him, even though she did and then it’ll turn to sex.
It made her so freaking angry because why she thought so many things, Luke was at peace, working with his laptop. She couldn’t take it no more. It was now or never.
She was going to say it now. She inhaled deeply. One, two, ready, go!
“Do you have feelings for me Luke? I mean, do you love me?”
He hesitated and she watched his uncertain expression closely. He looked like he struggled for an answer.
“Why the sudden question?” He asked icily
“I want to know”
Avoiding her gaze as he looked down to his laptop, he said
“Well, I don’t. It’s a contract marriage, remember?”
Allie felt like she’d been blown on her chest. Yes, that was how much it hurt to hear him say that. But she wasn’t going to give up. Her love was enough for the both of them.
“But I do love you” she said slowly. “I’ve loved you for some time now”
Luke glanced at her. He didn’t expect this. When had she fallen in love with him? Her confession alone was enough to sway him and bring out the truth from him.
“Me too” he rushed. “I love you a lot, Allie. Since I got divorced from Rachel, my feelings for you just came back in a rush. I felt resentment and love for you. I was so torn…”
A sob escaped from Allie’s mouth. She really didn’t expect his hearty confession. She rushed to him.
“Then why did you say you didn’t love me?” She asked between tears
“I–I didn’t want to admit it again because I thought you wouldn’t feel the same way. I’ve loved you for a long time Allie and I always will”
Allie felt so happy. Her marriage to Luke never felt so right. Deep down, she’d always longed for this day to come. Her heart felt like it was going to burst because it held so many emotions at the moment. At least she’d achieved something from this getaway. She and Luke had affirmed their feelings for eachother and Rachel had lost.
She leaned in and kissed Luke with all the happiness and love she felt in her heart.
Her mouth was a tender morsel that made his breath hiss out in gratification as he nuzzled it with his own. She responded hesitantly, then with openness, inviting his full possession, letting him guide her toward the sensual world he longed to explore with her. She was delightful, shy yet generous, eyes closed tight in pained pleasure. When a little sob of capitulation left her, when she brought her hands from behind her back to his chest and splayed them in a promising caress.
Luke looked at her as if she was that and more. He made her feel beautiful and alluring, as though she was the kind of woman who deserved a man to love and cherish her. That fantasy was as seductive as the genuine tingles of arousal he provoked in her.
The brush of silk lining down her arms caused her to shiver, making her nipples pull tight. Everything in her tensed with anticipation while nerves had her heart hammering in her throat.
He was looking at her legs with unmasked desire. As she turned, he lifted his gaze to hers, locking her in a heated stare.
He stepped into her space. The air between them thinned like smoke, leaving a vacuum that pulled them into the space, energy sizzling and popping with sexual awareness.
He was so gorgeous. Not just that sculpted jaw and his intense dark eyes, but the kissable shape of his lips and the scope of his shoulders. His wide chest and flat abdomen and long legs.
She tried to find the words, tried to make her throat work, but he touched a fingertip under her chin.
The brush was feathery and gentle. She hadn’t expected finesse, but honestly, a man didn’t rack up a conquest list like his by being a brute. He was showing her all his best moves, she reminded herself, but she still felt deliciously branded by his fingerprint. Lifting her gaze, she wound up fascinated by his mouth again, and it was coming closer…
Oh.
When had she even been kissed like this before? Really kissed?
And so well?
He really knew what he was doing, persuading her with varying pressures and parted lips to follow him. Open. Let it deepen. Rock and soothe and moan involuntarily because it felt so good.
Seductive.
His arm hooked behind her and drew her into the hard wall of his chest. So good. And why? Why did the sheer hardness of him, the tension of strong muscles and flat breastbone and firm flesh, make her soften and weaken and melt into surrender?
So much strength harnessed and held in check for her.
He stroked his hands up and down her spine and she kept leaning closer and more fully, giving up more of herself until she was plastered to him, completely undone. Then he slid one hand down to clasp over her buttock and a heated zing of pleasure pierced deep in her belly, sending a flood of sexual awakening into her erogenous zones.
This was what she’d wanted. Sexual feelings. Womanly feelings. To be seduced so she wouldn’t have to think about right and wrong. Grateful to him for making this easy, she wound her arms around his neck and licked into his mouth, letting him know she was utterly receptive.
He grunted, hips jerking into her in a way that spoke of his excitement, which excited her in turn. With a bolder touch, he cupped her backside and found her breast, possessed it, stimulated her through the fabric of her dress so she wriggled against him with impatient desire.
They were breathing heavily, barely breaking to gasp before diving into another long kiss. She ran her hands over him, greedily taking her fill of his physique, not letting herself think about how to make this count. Rather, she steeped herself in the moment and savored every sensation, drinking in his heady scent, peppery and spicy, but musky and exciting at the same time. She bumped her thighs into his iron-hard ones, liking the sense he was undeniable. Impervious.
Their tongues tangled and she groaned in sheer luxury, letting herself burn alive in the bonfire of desire building between them. His implacable strength seemed to overwhelm her for a moment, making her stumble, then she felt something against her bottom.
After the fire stopped, Allie felt relieved. She also felt antsy but above all, she felt furious.
She’d missed her opportunity again. Would she continue to miss and miss all because of her hesitation? Anytime she tried to tell Luke how she felt, he misunderstood her and thought she desired him, even though she did and then it’ll turn to sex.
It made her so freaking angry because why she thought so many things, Luke was at peace, working with his laptop. She couldn’t take it no more. It was now or never.
She was going to say it now. She inhaled deeply. One, two, ready, go!
“Do you have feelings for me Luke? I mean, do you love me?”
He hesitated and she watched his uncertain expression closely. He looked like he struggled for an answer.
“Why the sudden question?” He asked icily
“I want to know”
Avoiding her gaze as he looked down to his laptop, he said
“Well, I don’t. It’s a contract marriage, remember?”
Allie felt like she’d been blown on her chest. Yes, that was how much it hurt to hear him say that. But she wasn’t going to give up. Her love was enough for the both of them.
“But I do love you” she said slowly. “I’ve loved you for some time now”
Luke glanced at her. He didn’t expect this. When had she fallen in love with him? Her confession alone was enough to sway him and bring out the truth from him.
“Me too” he rushed. “I love you a lot, Allie. Since I got divorced from Rachel, my feelings for you just came back in a rush. I felt resentment and love for you. I was so torn…”
A sob escaped from Allie’s mouth. She really didn’t expect his hearty confession. She rushed to him.
“Then why did you say you didn’t love me?” She asked between tears
“I–I didn’t want to admit it again because I thought you wouldn’t feel the same way. I’ve loved you for a long time Allie and I always will”
Allie felt so happy. Her marriage to Luke never felt so right. Deep down, she’d always longed for this day to come. Her heart felt like it was going to burst because it held so many emotions at the moment. At least she’d achieved something from this getaway. She and Luke had affirmed their feelings for eachother and Rachel had lost.
She leaned in and kissed Luke with all the happiness and love she felt in her heart.
Her mouth was a tender morsel that made his breath hiss out in gratification as he nuzzled it with his own. She responded hesitantly, then with openness, inviting his full possession, letting him guide her toward the sensual world he longed to explore with her. She was delightful, shy yet generous, eyes closed tight in pained pleasure. When a little sob of capitulation left her, when she brought her hands from behind her back to his chest and splayed them in a promising caress.
Luke looked at her as if she was that and more. He made her feel beautiful and alluring, as though she was the kind of woman who deserved a man to love and cherish her. That fantasy was as seductive as the genuine tingles of arousal he provoked in her.
The brush of silk lining down her arms caused her to shiver, making her nipples pull tight. Everything in her tensed with anticipation while nerves had her heart hammering in her throat.
He was looking at her legs with unmasked desire. As she turned, he lifted his gaze to hers, locking her in a heated stare.
He stepped into her space. The air between them thinned like smoke, leaving a vacuum that pulled them into the space, energy sizzling and popping with sexual awareness.
He was so gorgeous. Not just that sculpted jaw and his intense dark eyes, but the kissable shape of his lips and the scope of his shoulders. His wide chest and flat abdomen and long legs.
She tried to find the words, tried to make her throat work, but he touched a fingertip under her chin.
The brush was feathery and gentle. She hadn’t expected finesse, but honestly, a man didn’t rack up a conquest list like his by being a brute. He was showing her all his best moves, she reminded herself, but she still felt deliciously branded by his fingerprint. Lifting her gaze, she wound up fascinated by his mouth again, and it was coming closer…
Oh.
When had she even been kissed like this before? Really kissed?
And so well?
He really knew what he was doing, persuading her with varying pressures and parted lips to follow him. Open. Let it deepen. Rock and soothe and moan involuntarily because it felt so good.
Seductive.
His arm hooked behind her and drew her into the hard wall of his chest. So good. And why? Why did the sheer hardness of him, the tension of strong muscles and flat breastbone and firm flesh, make her soften and weaken and melt into surrender?
So much strength harnessed and held in check for her.
He stroked his hands up and down her spine and she kept leaning closer and more fully, giving up more of herself until she was plastered to him, completely undone. Then he slid one hand down to clasp over her buttock and a heated zing of pleasure pierced deep in her belly, sending a flood of sexual awakening into her erogenous zones.
This was what she’d wanted. Sexual feelings. Womanly feelings. To be seduced so she wouldn’t have to think about right and wrong. Grateful to him for making this easy, she wound her arms around his neck and licked into his mouth, letting him know she was utterly receptive.
He grunted, hips jerking into her in a way that spoke of his excitement, which excited her in turn. With a bolder touch, he cupped her backside and found her breast, possessed it, stimulated her through the fabric of her dress so she wriggled against him with impatient desire.
They were breathing heavily, barely breaking to gasp before diving into another long kiss. She ran her hands over him, greedily taking her fill of his physique, not letting herself think about how to make this count. Rather, she steeped herself in the moment and savored every sensation, drinking in his heady scent, peppery and spicy, but musky and exciting at the same time. She bumped her thighs into his iron-hard ones, liking the sense he was undeniable. Impervious.
Their tongues tangled and she groaned in sheer luxury, letting herself burn alive in the bonfire of desire building between them. His implacable strength seemed to overwhelm her for a moment, making her stumble, then she felt something against her bottom.