His kiss burned through her like she'd been struck by lightning--just as hot and hungry as it had been the very first time they'd touched. Silently, she wound her arms around his neck and willed him to reach for her pants, to pull them down. Instead, he pulled her closer still, deepening their kiss and sweeping his tongue out to meet hers with deep, impassioned strokes.

She followed his lead, pushing and pulling as he led the way, falling into step with the dance of their bodies as he led her back toward the waiting mattress.

Instinctively, she knew he wouldn't make a move until she asked him to, and for a moment she savored the heat of his lips on her skin, the way he licked and sucked along her neck, traveling to the shell of her ear. Still, with him so close she couldn't help but want more--want everything, and when he pulled away, at last, she hoped he might take the lead and show her everything she needed to know.

"I want to taste you," he rasped against her ear and she nodded, giving her silent consent as he dragged her pants past her knees, then gripped her panties and laid her bare to him.

For a split second, the urge to cover herself rushed through her. Surely, she looked different than he would remember by the lake in the moonlight. Softer, rounder.

But he groaned and laid a hand on her stomach, muttering, “You’re so beautiful,” a second before he dropped his head to press kisses to the insides of her thighs. As he shucked off the rest of his clothes, she let her head and hands fall back as another rush of need quaked through her core. Holding her breath, she waited, wondering what it might feel like to know how a man—how Luke—could pleasure her there with his mouth and tongue.

His kisses trailed lower and then his rough tongue nudged at her wet slit, tracing a line from the bottom all the way up to the tight, aching bud at the top. When he reached it, he stopped, then pulled back and stared up into her eyes.

"You have a beautiful pussy, you know that? Ever since I first touched it, it’s consumed me. Wanting to see how pretty and pink it was. Wanting to touch you again.”

Her breath caught, and then she had to remind herself to breathe as his face dipped back between her legs, the roughness of his tongue tracing tantalizing circles around her clit until she writhed beneath his touch. Pleasure shot through her, making the space between her thighs ache even as a delicious pressure built in her belly.

She gripped his hair, her other hand fisted in the sheets, and rolled her hips into his touch, needing to feel him harder, deeper. With every flick of his tongue, her walls quaked and she longed to feel him inside her again, to feel his hot come spurt into her as he took her with needy, hungry thrusts.

"I want you," she murmured, but he shook his head.

"You'll have to wait. I'm having too much fun."

It was a study in torment--in pleasure and in pain, and she whimpered a little as he lowered himself back between her thighs and gave her a long, sweet lap of his tongue.

"I need to feel you," she begged and he shook his head again. "Please," she cried.

And this time he looked up at her, his eyes searching. "Is that really what you want?" he asked and she gave him a shaky nod.

"All right, beautiful. Your wish is my command."

Gripping himself, he poised his body over her and then, slowly, pushed inside her inch by agonizing inch.

It had been months since the last time they'd been together, and with every thrust of pleasure came a tiny rush of pain, but she didn't care. It came and went in a fleeting instant. She just needed to have him there, filling her up and pushing deep inside of her. She quaked, her nails dragging down his back as he let out a little groan of satisfaction.

"Fuck, Tawny,” he growled as he nipped her earlobe. “You’re full of surprises."

She stared up at him and he thrust inside her again, this time faster than the last. She raised her hips, ready to follow his command yet again as their bodies pushed and pulled, silently falling into rhythm with one another. Gripping his hips, she pushed him deeper and deeper until her eyes crossed with every stroke of his stiff cock. The sweet pressure inside her was once again building, and as he pushed into her, he dropped his hand between her legs to tease her clit again.

"Oh my god," she whispered.

The pressure was growing to breaking point now, and she closed her eyes, wanting to focus on the tightness of her walls as he pushed into her over and over again. The weight of his body as he pressed into her, working her body with every little move he made. The way his deft fingers knew exactly how to tease and pleasure her as he went.

Though she hadn't been able to imagine it before, there was no doubting it was better than the last time they'd been together, but it had nothing to do with what they were doing. If anything, it was because she knew him now or, at least, she knew the things that counted. He was a good person. One who cared about other people, and, in spite of what the gossips said, he took family and responsibility seriously. He wasn't some sexy stranger who she’d shared a stolen moment in the lake with anymore.

This was Luke.

Luke who'd asked her what she wanted. Luke who wanted to show her exactly how good sex could be. Luke who wanted her, even now that her news had probably derailed his entire life.

And so, when the pressure inside her had finally started to loosen and expand throughout her body, pushing her off the precipice into her orgasm, she chanted his name over and over again.

“Luke, Luke, Luke!”

She arched her back, taking him deep as she came, her channel clasping around his swollen shaft. Her whole body shook and twitched as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Above her, he groaned and then tensed, his hips bucking against her as he exploded inside of her in a hot rush. He rocked forward, grinding his pelvis against hers, riding out every last drop of their pleasure before finally pitching forward, pressing his full weight against her with a growl of pure, male satisfaction.

She released her death grip at his back but kept her hands loosely laced around him as she tried to catch her breath.

It wasn’t until the frisson of her pleasure had finally dulled and gone that the fear crept back in…