After Allie had returned from the resort with Luke, she went for a medical check up. She had to check the health of her baby. Luckily for her, the doctor said her baby was safe and stress free. She’d been feeling happier than usual these days. Love did it. Her insecurities in her marriage had been cleared as Luke had vowed to focus on her and their baby.
Today was a tuesday and she and Luke went on a baby shopping spree. Returning with a happy mood and ignoring the bitchy Rachel, they both went to their room.
Allie had something to tell Luke. Something she’d been thinking about for some time now. The foundations of their marriage were wrong and she wanted them to do a final thing to set it right.
“Let’s get married again, Luke” she said
Luke fell silent for a beat and it made her flustered.
“It was a contract marriage at first. It wasn’t right for us. Let’s get married again. A real marriage this time. Based on love, trust, peace and perseverance” she said thoughtfully.
A huge smile formed on Luke’s face. “Yes. Yes” he knelt down
“Would you do the honours of marrying me again, Allie?”
Tears formed in her eyes. “I will. Yes, Luke, I will”
“Sorry baby, I don’t have another ring for this moment”
Laughing heartily, she helped him stand up. “it’s okay. I already have my wedding ring on”
Then she kissed him passionately.
His arms were sliding around her, gathering her close. His gaze held hers as his head dipped.
Her lips softened and parted as his mouth arrived… at the corner of hers.
That might have been all it was, but she accidentally turned the two millimeters needed so her mouth was under his. She lifted her chin to invite more. More pressure. More heat. More of the swirling fog that closed over her as he waited a single beat before his mouth sealed firmly over hers, commanding and suddenly hungry.
She hadn’t realized she was calling up a storm. His arms firmed around her as his tongue dabbed, then he devoured her. It wasn’t the taking of a ferocious wind that stripped her naked, though. It felt a little like that. She was bowed and defenseless against an unseen force, but in the same way he had coaxed her to detonate her own life, he brought forth a burst of sensuality from within her. She was suddenly soaked in need. In yearning. In a compulsion to lean into the wildness and become part of it.
As sensations rocked and ripped through her, she lost track of where she was. She swayed and clung to his strength, reveling in the movement of his hands across her back, giving herself up to this plundering kiss. His strength was all that held her up and, for a few moments, she felt safe here, even as every ounce of her self-possession was incinerated.
Her nipples blossomed with a sting beneath the sensual knit and she drew in a shaken breath.
His gaze came up. She didn’t know. Except she did. Because his hand flexed at her waist and her eyes were growing hot and damp. She had become one live wire of pulsing sensation. Her whole body, which had been tracking him at a subconscious level all evening, was now fully awake and aching for his touch.
All from one innocent kiss.
Was it innocent, though? He knew what he was doing. His gaze was hazed with lust as he watched her.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he coaxed.
“My heart is filled with so much happiness that it could burst” she whispered
She bit her lips together, helpless against the reaction that was taking her over.
His breath dragged in and his eyelids grew heavier.
“I’m dying to know if this scent on you is the result of all your lotions or if it’s just the way you smell.” His nose and lips brushed her nape, barely grazing her skin, but the caress made her scalp tighten and a soft moan climbed in her throat. “It’s intoxicating.” His hot breath pooled against the side of her throat. “You have to tell me, baby. Do you want me to kiss you? Touch you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Whimpered. Her assent slid from her lips before she could think better of it.
“Good.” The low word seemed to emanate from the depths of his chest. He opened his mouth more deliberately against her skin. Her whole body went weak.
His arms came around her, one hand sliding under the edge of her pullover, splaying across her bare abdomen as he dragged her into the strength of his frame.
“This is what I wanted to do to you when we were outside. Could you feel how much I want you?”
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She was too inundated by wild sensations. He wasn’t even doing anything except setting those soft kisses under her ear and lightly kneading her belly, but she grew shakier by the second. She could feel his heart hitting her shoulder blade, heavy and strong, and there was a pressure against her bottom that should have intimidated her, but it thrilled her. She was affecting him, too.
She didn’t know what to do with her hands except to cup his jaw and turn her face, seeking his mouth with her own.
With a groan, he dragged her even closer. His hot mouth stole over hers and instantly she was drowning. She didn’t care. This was the primitive jungle of that night at dinner. A place where she didn’t even feel self-conscious when his hand found its way up beneath her shirt to cup her braless breast. She could only tremble in reaction and let her mouth part wider so he could kiss her more deeply.
He turned her and sandwiched her against the cold, smooth wall of the mirror with the warm press of his body. Both his hands came up beneath her pullover to possess her breasts while his mouth plundered hers.