Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“I got it, Luke.” I place my hand on his chest. “I trust you.” All of his actions toward me, while often a little over the top, are with the intent of not hurting me.
His fingers find the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. His eyes track down my body, hungry and reverent. He unhooks my bra and slides it off my shoulders. Then my leggings, my underwear, kneeling to pull them down my legs. I stand there, exposed, and watch him watch me. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before. I thought I’d be uncomfortable, but the way Luke is looking at me has me anything but.
He stands and quickly sheds his own clothes; shirt over his head, revealing broad shoulders, defined abs, and the V of muscle cutting down his hips. I don’t miss the shadow of bruising along his ribs from playing such a physical sport. Hockey has made him powerful, every line of him hard and purposeful. He pushes off his pants and boxer briefs and stands before me, just as exposed.
And then I see it. His cock, thick and heavy against his thigh, way bigger than I expected, almost intimidating. I try not to stare, but my eyes keep drifting back, wondering how that could possibly fit inside me. He catches me looking, reaches down, and gives himself a slow stroke, smirking. I swear I almost come just watching. The ache between my thighs grows unbearable. The need for him is beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Like what you see?” he asks, his voice low.
I swallow, heat flooding my face. “It’s... a lot.”
He laughs softly and steps closer. “I’d never hurt you.” I believe him. He’d never want to hurt me.
Luke takes my hand and pulls me under the spray with him.
The water runs hot over my shoulders and my back. Luke reaches for the soap, lathers his hands, and starts with my shoulders. Slow. Thorough. Massaging me while washing me clean.
His rough palms slide down my arms, my sides, and my stomach. He covers every inch. Worshipful, almost. It’s a sweet torture that I’d sign up for every day. With each brush of his hand, my breasts start to feel heavier, my nipples hardening. The ache between my thighs is dying for Luke to stroke it away.
I take the soap from him and return the favor, taking my time to wash his chest, his shoulders, and the scar on his ribs I have never noticed before. Water streams over us, the only sound besides our breathing in the room. The quiet somehow heightens the experience.
His fingers linger, making my breath catch. I can sense the shift before he sinks to his knees in front of me. I grip his shoulders as his hands grip my hips and press me back to the tiled wall.
Slowly he slides his hands over my hips and thighs. He bends down farther to wash my calves and my feet, then stays there. He looks up at me through the water streaming down his face.
I know what he’s asking without words.
“Luke—”
He doesn’t answer. He just sets the soap aside, his hands sliding back up my thighs, parting me. His mouth follows, hot and insistent. His tongue finds my clit, circling slowly and deliberately, and I gasp, fingers finding his shoulders and his hair.
His tongue slides farther down and stiffens to thrust into me. In and out, driving me crazy.
“Luke, please.” He gives me what I need, his mouth returning to my clit, sucking gently but relentlessly. One thick finger slips inside, curling, finding a spot that makes me cry out with pleasure.
He doesn’t rush as his mouth responds to every sound I make, every shift of my hips. My head falls back against the tile. My legs tremble. He holds me steady, his fingers working, mouth devouring me. It’s all I can take. The orgasm explodes through my body; I come apart, my moans echoing raw and unguarded.
He stays there, pressed against me, until I stop shaking. Then he rises and kisses me slowly and deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
I reach between us, find his hard cock pressed to my stomach, and wrap my hand around it. “My turn,” I whisper.
He catches my wrist, gentle but firm, and shakes his head. “Not tonight.”
“But—”
“This was for you.” He kisses my forehead, my temple, and the corner of my mouth. “I wanted to take care of you. Not expecting anything back.” Who the hell is this man? I bet no one has ever seen this side of him but me.
I look at him. My pleasure was the only thing that mattered. Something cracks open in my chest, warm and overwhelming, and tears prick my eyes.
“Luke—”
He sees it, pulls me close, and water runs over both of us. “Hey. None of that.”