I can’t believe Luke opened up to me like that. He looked so vulnerable as he told me the story of his late sister. The mood turning somber didn’t deter me from thinking of him in ways that make me want to shed this sweatshirt and give myself to him. I’ve only known Luke for a short time, yet it feels like so much longer—like I’ve known him my whole life. Maybe that’s why I can’t seem to control my emotions where he’s concerned. Maybe that’s why I want nothing more than to push aside our disagreements and just give myself to him. God, that’s what I wanted—to give every single part of myself to Luke.

He’s not an easy person to crack, but when he starts to shed his walls, a whole new side of him appears. And I was lucky enough to see that side firsthand.

After we finish eating the rest of our meal in silence, I reach for his empty plate and grab mine before taking them to the kitchen counter. I hate that I’ve brought up memories of his painful past so I figure he can use a few minutes to himself.

Cleaning out the sink, I begin filling it with soap and water. Not only is Luke letting me stay here while the storm rages on, but he’s also been cooking. The least I can do is the dishes for him. As I roll up my sleeves, I’m reminded that I’m still wearing Luke’s baggy sweatshirt that goes down to the bottom of my ass. It hangs off one shoulder, revealing my black bra strap. After my bath, I threw the clothes I wore here in the washer, so I’m not wearing bottoms, but then again, I like the way his gaze lingers on my legs when he doesn’t think I’m paying attention.

I hear his chair squeak against the floor as he pushes away from the table, but I don’t deviate from the task at hand even if I want to turn around and appreciate the view. My body instantly reacts with butterflies invading my stomach and my heart beating faster. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I grab a few dishes and begin soaking them in the water, my hands shaking slightly as if I can’t control myself. I need to distract myself from the dirty thoughts of him in my mind, but that’s a pointless task given the fact that’s all I’ve been thinking about where he’s concerned. The moment I feel his presence behind me, my breathing hitches.

“Can I put it in?” he asks, his mouth so close I feel his breath against my heated flesh.

“W-what?” Did he just say what I think he said?

“My glass,” he confirms. “Can I put it in the sink?” There’s a smile in his voice, and when I look down to where his hand is extended underneath my arm, I see his drinking glass.

“Oh,” I stumble, clearing my throat. “Yeah, sure.”

Slowly, he drops it into the sink where both of my hands are covered in soap, taking an extra step toward me until his chest is flush against my back. I tense, my breath catching in my throat as his mouth hovers by my ear.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, grabbing my hips and digging his nails into the fabric of the sweatshirt. His touch makes goose bumps form over my skin, and when he slides his hands up my sides, the sweatshirt goes up with him, revealing my bare ass.

Oh. My. God.

I close my eyes on instinct, his touch sending heat right between my legs. God, I can’t move, his hand’s holding the sweatshirt up at my waist, the fact I’m not wearing any underwear obscenely evident now. With his hands on me, I’m torn between thanking my lucky stars and cursing the gods for being exposed to Luke like this, although he’s seen me completely naked just hours ago, I remind myself.

“Fucking hell,” he growls. His gruff voice sends shivers down my spine as his hands explore the bare skin against his palm. “You’re not wearing panties.” His voice is nothing but a harsh grunt.

I remind myself to breath so I can speak. “They’re in the laundry,” I tell him, my voice nothing but a whisper. “I didn’t have anything to wear in the meantime.” My words come out shaky, but when I feel his erection against the small of my back, I gasp, my mouth falling open slightly and my pulse jumping to my throat. I curl my hands around the edge of the sink, the soapy water making it so my palms slip slightly. But I need something solid to steady myself.

“See what you’re doing to me? One minute you’re pissing me off and the next I want to fuck your brains out.” I open my eyes at the crassness of his words, surprised by how blunt he is.

Luke’s mixed signals are giving me whiplash, but I can’t deny the way my body responds to him. Knowing that his reacts the same way gives me the upper hand in this situation.

“So what are you going to do about it?” I taunt, arching my back, so my ass rubs against his denim-clad groin. I feel his cock press harder against me and the anticipation of seeing how hard he is makes me want to turn around and touch him.

“I’d like to do a lot…starting with this ass.” His hand slides around to my stomach, the calluses on his palm rubbing against the smooth skin as he trails down my belly and presses the pad of his finger against my clit. “Though I’m guessing this sweet pussy is aching for my tongue.”

My breath hitches as he adds more pressure and slides his finger through my wetness. I grip the edge of the sink even harder, trying to brace myself because everything about him is making me dizzy.

“Spread for me,” he demands right beside my ear, his warm breath teasing the tendrils of the hair by my cheek.

“Luke…” I whimper and close my eyes. His other hand wraps around my throat, tilting my head back so he can latch his mouth to the spot right under my ear.

“Say it again,” he demands before kissing my neck.

I smile, knowing I have him right where I want him. “Luke.”

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Hearing that makes me so goddamn hard.”

He kneads his fingers into my skin, tilting my head back farther and kissing down to my collarbone. It sends arousal straight to my pussy where his fingers continue rubbing my clit. Eager lips mark my heated flesh as he grinds his cock against my behind, the sweet torture of his body against mine sending me spiraling down. And then he pushes two thick fingers so deep inside me. I see stars as I curl my toes, release a silent moan, and squeeze my thighs in desperation.

“Luke, please,” I beg like an eager submissive, but I need it—need him. The way he’s building up my body has me edging closer to release.

“What do you need, Kylie?” he taunts. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s getting off on prolonging this. I know I’m not the only one giving into this desire. He wants this as badly as I do. “Tell me,” he demands.

“You.”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific, princess.” I’m almost tempted to scold him for calling me that, but as soon as he slides his fingers along my slit, coating them with my wetness, I lose all train of thought. Instead, I grab his palm and force it lower to where I want him. “Here?” he quips with amusement as he pushes his fingers deep inside.

I gasp, rotating my hips to increase the pressure. I curl my toes against the hardwood, needing him impossibly deeper. It’s almost too much, but I don’t want him to stop. My body tenses as the desire builds and everything inside me is ready to explode.

“You fucking my fingers is the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls against my ear as he uses his other hand to trail under my sweatshirt and cup my breast. Gripping the edge of the sink even tighter, I grind down harder as he speeds up his pace. I’m so close that I don’t even realize my entire body is shaking as I come on his hand.

“Holy shit,” I pant as he slows his rhythm, allowing me to finally catch my breath. That was so damn intense, I nearly blacked out from the explosive release.

I look over my shoulder and watch as Luke brings his hand to his mouth and sucks his finger in between his lips, moaning loudly as he licks off my arousal. “Fuck, Kylie. You taste better than I imagined.”

His comments send a rush of heat to my cheeks. Now that I’ve come down from the high, realization sets in at what just happened. One moment we were having a heavy conversation and the next he was sending my body ablaze, igniting a spark that only Luke could light.

I feel him release me, and I immediately miss the touch. I want his hands and lips all over—devouring and taking every inch of me. His erection pressing into my back has me dying to see and touch him, but before I can turn around and show him exactly what I want to do to him, he moves back from me.

“Don’t forget to soak that pan over on the stove,” he says then smacks my bare ass before walking away.

What the fucking hell?