The weight of all the emotions of my downward spiral from the last month lifted as Luke bared his soul to me. He hadn’t come to Dallas to just apologize. He had professed his love for me, just as he had in Qatar. Sure, we had a little bump in the road, but I was certain I wouldn’t allow that to happen again. Not without a fight.

The moment he reentered my life, I wanted him more than ever. Whoever said absence made the heart grow fonder had been right. My heart, head, and body wanted him, and I couldn’t stop until I had him.

He seemed to have the same idea as he reached for my shirt. His fingers moved down the row of buttons, and they flicked open within seconds, exposing me to him. I couldn’t remember which bra I wore to the interview, but I didn’t care. It would be tossed onto the floor in no time, either by him or me.

I hoped it was him.

His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed ever so lightly. One of his hands plunged into my bra and brought out my taut nipple. His mouth surrounded most of my breast, and he sucked hard, flicking the peak with his tongue.

A gasp escaped my lips. “Oh my god,” I said.

His chuckle vibrated against me, and he moved to kiss the other one.

My head fell back against the couch, and my eyes fluttered closed. Feeling his warm and wet mouth on mine, the dampness down below intensified.

Luke removed his jacket while still holding me in his arms.

I flung myself on top of him, not wanting a single moment to go by without us touching. Every lonely day spent without him scrambled to the surface of my mind, and I wanted to make up for every second of it.

“Sophia, you’re just as soft as I remember,” he said against my neck. He kissed the sensitive spot there, blowing my mind.

I reached up under his shirt and felt the muscles of his hard stomach as I moved up and pressed my fingers along the lines of his chest.

Before I could get his shirt off, Luke moved lower, driving his hand into my pants. The button of my slacks popped under the pressure, but I didn’t care. As he drew the zipper down, I knew where he was going.

Bucking my hips toward him, I wanted to feel his mouth on me. I was hungry for it.

“Touch me,” I panted. “I need it.”

He chuckled. “Your wish is my command. But I’m going to do way more than touch.”

I smiled, licking my dry lips. How could I have ever thought I would have this with anyone else?

Luke tugged my pants down until they pooled around my ankles. He shoved my panties to the side and got down to business.

Luke’s tongue circled my clit, and I let out a moan. My legs fell open as I gave him unspoken directions on what I wanted.

Before I could say another word, he shoved his fingers inside of me. I gasped and then rocked my hips against his fingers. His tongue and fingers alternated, creating a pleasurable numbness between my legs.

His flicking tongue against my clit spiked my pleasure, and in those quick spurts, I nearly came.

“I’m not letting you come that easily,” he said.

I groaned as he drove two fingers inside of me, beckoning me to try and orgasm. I was close a few times, but Luke knew my body and slowed down before I could.

“You’re a damn tease, you know that?” I panted.

He moaned against my lower lips, driving me crazy.

I raked my hands through his thick hair, forcing him to plunge inside of me again.

My legs wrapped around his shoulders and locked him in place. I wasn’t giving up without a fight.

His tongue plunged deeper inside of me, and my legs gave out, falling to the cushions.

“I want you so much,” he said, propping himself up on his elbows.

I sat up and pulled him on top of me. Grinding my wet and naked body against his clothes, I wanted them all to disappear.

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” I said, even though I didn’t want to move from that spot.

“Okay,” he said.

Scrambling off the couch, I sprinted into my bedroom and kicked off my pants. Now only in my underwear, I locked eyes on my target. My suitcase was still on the floor next to my closet, and I pulled out the three condoms I had left. Having them didn’t feel awkward, now that I had someone to use them with.

Luke entered my bedroom wearing only his boxer briefs. They fit him so well that they didn’t leave much to the imagination when it came to his arousal. He was hard and ready for me.

He strode over to me, every inch the man that I needed and loved. He took the condom from my hands, and the rest fell to the floor.

“I want you to do it,” he said.

“Me?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “I want to make sure you want this.”

“I do,” I said.

“Show me.”

He pulled down his underwear, and he sprang free.

Wrapping my hand around him, I stroked his length. He was so hard for me that my panties got even wetter than they already were.

He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and held it out to me. I took it, and his hands rested on my waist as if he were holding me steady instead of the other way around.

Rolling the latex over him, I shivered with pleasure.

His hands roamed over me, and my head felt light again as if I could float away at any minute. It was a good thing he was holding on to me.

He reached around to unclasp my bra, and it fell to the floor at my feet.

Luke pulled me close to him and kissed me again. I breathed him in as he led me to the bed. I glanced at the unmade bed and held back a laugh. Never in a million years did I think I would have sex with a king on my bed.

I hopped onto the bed and spread my legs for him. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer so my butt hung off the mattress. He didn’t waste any time burying himself inside of me.

I gasped as he filled me to the brim. I was so wet that he slid right in. He pumped his cock into me. His eyes were slits of pleasure, and I reached out to him. I needed to kiss him again.

He complied with my wishes but continued to push himself inside of me while we kissed. Our kisses grew more frantic as the pleasure intensified.

He kneaded and squeezed my breasts and flicked his finger over my nipples, making them hard little peaks.

He groaned into my mouth, and I knew that he was getting closer to climax.

While I wanted this to go on all night, the need to have him come inside of me thinned my patience.

My feet were on either side of his head as he continued to fuck me.

He grunted as the pace of his thrusts sped up. “Damn it, Sophia, I’m going to come.”

“Me too,” I panted.

He pushed away from me and grabbed onto my waist, pressing me into the mattress. My toes curled as his thumb reached down and circled my clit. White spots exploded behind my eyes as whimpers of pleasure filled the air.

“Come for me, baby,” he said.

He was deep inside me now, moving so quickly that I could barely breathe. As the pleasure exploded inside of me, I cried out.

He came seconds after. Even though we’d both finished, he continued to push himself inside of me, prolonging the aftereffects.

“Luke,” I breathed.

“Yeah?” he asked, peeling his eyes open. His pupils dilated enough that only a sliver of his light brown iris showed through.

“Come here,” I said.

He laid down next to me, and our heavy breathing mingled together as I drew him close for another kiss. Our bodies were hot and sticky, but I didn’t want him ever to leave my side again.

We didn’t move for a while, but Luke’s fingers twined with mine as we gazed at each other. I never thought I would see him again, never mind hear him tell me he loved me. Was this true love? The kind that overcame everything? Was it even possible to overcome the fact that he was a king and the only way I could be with him was to become a queen?

In the time that we had been apart from each other, I considered that idea a lot. More than I had when we were together. I would do anything to be with Luke, but I had no idea how to run a country, especially not a foreign one. Maybe having Luke by my side and his trust that I could do it would be enough.

If only he asked me.

It was mostly my fault that I didn’t get all the information from him before I launched myself on top of him, but did I want to have that conversation yet?

Sliding my hand over his slick chest, I pulled him closer to me. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, burning his scent into my mind. I wanted him in my life so badly it hurt. From the look of things, maybe my dreams were going to come true.