Shayla had never slept so well in her life. Her whole body was exhausted from her time with Luke, and she had felt completely safe in his arms. Dropping off had been as easy as slipping off the edge of a cliff, spiraling down into pure and deep rest.
But she woke up sooner than she had intended, and she knew why—Luke was gone. She panicked at first, jolting up in bed with her heart racing. Her heart began to hurt before she even knew if he was gone for good or just gone to get breakfast. She looked toward the window. He couldn’t have been going to get breakfast yet; it was still dark outside.
So where was he?
Shayla looked to the side table, where he’d propped a note for her. She breathed a sigh of relief, reaching over and pulling the note to her face.
I’ll be right back. I just had to talk to someone.
Shayla relaxed back onto the bed, snuggling further under the covers. Her body was sore in the best way possible. How could sex with Luke be so good? Shayla had never had such fierce and easy orgasms. Her body had never lit up for someone before like it did with Luke. She thirsted for more, her core already throbbing with need.
Luckily, Luke came back in the room just then. He looked tense, his shoulders stiff and straight. Shayla glanced to his hands, where she saw that his knuckles were bloody.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
Luke nodded, his gaze hot and heavy. He stalked toward her, stripping along the way. When he took off his boxers she saw just how aroused he was already—arousal to match her own. Shayla’s body sang, and she pulled him toward her and kissed him.
His mouth was hot and demanding, seeking entry into hers before the kiss even began. She let him take control of the kiss, but she aimed to take control of the sex. She wanted to ride him and see the lust in his eyes. She wanted to see how much he wanted her.
Luke didn’t protest as she gently nudged him onto his back, sliding him up to the top of the bed. His torso was laced with tattoos, all intricately connected and alive. She ran her fingers across his bulging arms and chest, sighing with satisfaction. He was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful man that had ever existed. Shayla would accept no substitute.
Luke pulled her down and kissed her again, his hands securing her hips to him as he began to grind his erection into her mound. She cooed with delight, but needed more friction than him grinding against her could offer. She needed him inside.
Reaching down, Shayla directed his cock to her entrance and slid down on top of it, taking him in with an agonizing slowness that caused both of them to moan. She arched her back into him and began to gyrate in his lap, feeling every inch of him as it speared inside of her.
Shayla took things slow. The heat of their bodies and the slow dance she did on his lap caused sweat to prickle on her back. She watched his expression, one of pure enjoyment, and she savored the moment even more.
In the pit of her belly, Shayla felt the tension of her oncoming orgasm coil. She ground toward it, her chest heaving with exertion and lust. Each steady stroke brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Luke’s hands gripped onto her hips, lifting her and pulling her back down as he began to lose his mind with lust. The sight of him so undone, so wild, caused Shayla’s orgasm to rip through her. Fierce and unrelenting, the waves of pleasure overtook her, her eyes screwed shut and a low moan emanating from her throat.
Floating somewhere in the abyss, Shayla was aware of Luke’s hands and hips continuing to move her, to pummel her. Then, after a few moments, he cried out in ecstasy and held her to him. Shayla opened her eyes and looked down at her lover, taking in the sweat of his brow and the way his lips were parted so seductively. Everything about him seemed designed to attract or scare. And for her, of course, there was only attraction.
Luke swung her back down to the mattress and cradled her in his arms. “You’re a wild cat, little one.”
Shayla chuckled. “I don’t know about that. I’m just a woman who knows what she wants and how to take it.”
He nuzzled his face against her neck, his chest hard against her back. “I’m glad you came around.” He sighed. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I would’ve gone crazy if you hadn’t listened to me.”
She clasped his arm, a little smile tugging at her lips. “I’m glad I listened too.”
The sky outside was just beginning to lighten. Dawn had come too quickly. Shayla groaned. “I should go home and change. I’m going to see if I can meet with the two head execs this morning and pitch your story to them.”
“Straight to business I see.” Luke’s voice vibrated against Shayla’s throat, causing her to tingle throughout her whole body. It was going to be hard to leave him, but she wanted to have all the pieces in place so she could start filming as soon as possible. Maybe she’d even have something for this evening’s news if she hopped to it fast enough.
Shayla turned and faced Luke, her nose less than an inch away from his. She could feel his breath brushing over her lips, and he stared down at her, his eyes pools of moss and a tired lust.
“I’ll see you very soon, Luke Cinder.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “I’ll be seeing a lot of you if this meeting goes over well.”
He chuckled and slid her closer to him on the mattress, pressing her breasts flat against his chest. “You don’t have to have a camera crew to see lots more of me,” he said. “All you have to do is ask nicely.”
Disentangling herself was going to be more difficult than she had thought. He was so ready to go at all times. She could feel him pressing against her under the sheets, and was tempted to stay.
But no, if she stayed then she’d never end up back home. She’d be lost here forever. Which wouldn’t be too horrible of a fate, except it wouldn’t help her career any.
“I’m getting up now, Luke,” she said sternly, inching away. He let her go, surprisingly. His eyes stayed locked on her the entire time she dressed, making no move to do the same. Her eyes, on the other hand, kept glancing back to the red stains all over his knuckles.
What the hell had happened to him in the night?