Luke’s words make my heart still and almost stop. Stay the night? I look down at him, so handsome in his tight navy t-shirt. His dark eyes are shining up at me, almost pleading, and I have never in my life wanted to say yes to something so badly.

But it’s a terrible idea, isn’t it? We both know that being together is impossible, and this night has made it perfectly clear that our attraction is more than physical. I like him. He should be my rival, but instead he makes me feel good. He makes me laugh. He makes me feel smart and sexy and funny. He makes me feel desired.

His hand is still wrapped around my wrist and now he uses his thumb to stroke the sensitive skin on the underside. My pulse thuds so hard that I’m sure he can feel my veins throbbing.

As I watch his face, he swallows. His jaw ticks. He opens his mouth, hesitates, and then —

“Please?”

The emotion in his voice echoes everything I feel. I don’t have it in me to answer him, but instead I step one leg over his knees and then sink down into his lap, so that I’m straddling him. Even the feeling of his jeans rubbing against my bare thighs is enough to make me wet. Luke breathes deeply as I lean into him.

“Nobody’s business, right?” I say softly. “Just like the singed eyebrows?”

He grins and I melt just a little bit more. “Nobody’s business. This is between you, me, and the ice cream.”

“The Up The Butt-Er Pecan?” I tease.

This gets me a deep sexy chuckle. “Hey, if you want to go there...”

I kiss him. I’ve been wanting to do it all day, every time he opened his mouth and something silly or sexy or kind came out of it, I’ve wanted to take his lips between my teeth and tug, to run my tongue along his, to let his stubbly jaw scrape against my smooth one.

Luke lets out a soft groan and it’s all the encouragement I need. I kiss him deeper, letting my fingers trail around his stubbled jaw. He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer to him and I can tell by the way he shifts in his seat underneath me that he’s already starting to get hard. I grind my body against his. All I want to do is feel as close to him as I possibly can.

His hands are rubbing up and down along my back now, and every once in awhile they scoot under my ass, pulling me closer to him. For now, though, we just kiss, losing ourselves in each other’s mouths, and in our shared breath. I run my hands over his cheeks and then through his hair — his sexy, messy hair.

“God, I love kissing you,” he says, when we break apart for a second. His hands slide up my back as he studies my face.

“You know what’s even better than kissing?” I ask, biting my lip.

His face twists into a grin. “I can think of a few things. But what would you suggest?”

“Naked kissing,” I say. I match his grin, and then I reach down for the hem of my dress and, in one swift motion, pull it up over my head.

“Sweet Jesus,” he breathes. “This is why I said you should come with a warning label.”

I lean in and kiss him again, losing myself in the tangle of our tongues. His hands skim over my naked back until they find the band of my bra, and then in a practiced gesture, he unhooks it with one hand. I pull away just long enough to let the garment fall away from my body. Luke tosses it aside and then pulls me to him, crushing my breasts against his chest.

My fingers slip down between us, finding the bottom of his t-shirt, and then I yank it up between us. He ducks his head for a second, letting me pull it off him, and then we’re back to kissing again, our naked chests pressed together. His skin burns against mine. He reaches up and yanks the elastic out of my braid, and my hair spills down around my shoulders.

Except for the first time, when we didn’t really know each other, every time Luke and I have been together, it’s been fast and frantic. Trying not to get caught, to cram as much of each other as we can into a short time. Now, though, the night stretches out in front of us, just like that first night, as long and languorous as a cat. I use my hands to explore his chest, wanting to remember every inch of him. Every hair, every rippling muscle, every bump around his puckered brown nipples.

The night air has a bit of a chill to it now, but Luke’s body against mine is hot, and provides all the warmth that I need. I squirm in his lap, trying to get closer, but it never feels close enough. I reach for the waistband of his pants, nimbly undoing the button and then yanking down the zipper as he groans into my hair.

“Stand up,” he says, his voice thick and commanding. I put my bare feet down on the cool patio stone and stand. Luke pushes his chair back enough so that he can stand up too, and then he walks me backwards towards the sectional where we were sitting earlier. I keep moving until the back of my knees hit the furniture. Luke is running his hands all over my body, but then they come to rest on my hips, tugging my panties down until they’re around my thighs. My hands reach his jeans and push those down too. His cock is already rock hard and it springs eagerly towards me. I wrap my fist around it before his pants are even off and he groans as he shoves his pants the rest of the way down.

We both step out of our clothes and then we’re back to kissing, even though I keep my hand wrapped tightly around his cock. There’s a bead of precum glistening at the tip, and I use my thumb to spread it around the tip.

“Oh God,” Luke groans. “You know what’s better than naked kissing?”

“What?”

“This. Whatever you’re doing is ...” He loses himself in another groan as I stroke the ridge of his straining dick.

I turn him so that he’s the one with his knees against the sectional, and then push him so that he’s sitting. I sink down and then crawl between his knees. I’ve been dying to taste him since that first night we spent together.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he says, looking alarmed. “The stones are hard. Here.”

He pushes one of the cushions off the couch, and I wedge it under my knees. The thoughtful gesture only makes me more eager to reward him.

I wrap my hand around the base of his cock again, and then lean forward. I’m almost shaking in anticipation as I reach my tongue out and gently run it around his tip. Luke throws his head back and groans as I take the entire head into my mouth, sucking it as if it was a lollipop. He tastes salty and musky and sweet, and somehow so perfectly Luke.

I suck him deeper into my mouth, coating his shaft with my lips and tongue while I use one hand to cup his balls. He groans again and then runs his hands through my hair, tugging it in that gentle way that makes me squirm.

I keep sucking, working my mouth up and down the length of him. The way he groans turns me on like crazy and soon I’m reaching my hand down between my legs to stroke my clit while I take him deeper into my throat.

“Jesus, this is turning you on, isn’t it?” he growls. “You like sucking my cock?” I nod as I look up at him, my lips still wrapped around his dick. He shakes his head, incredulously. “God, could you be any more perfect?”

I try to smile but his cock is already stretching my lips to their limit. I go back to sucking, bobbing my mouth up and down over his cock while I finger my clit. Luke’s thighs are starting to shake and I can feel him pressing his feet down against the patio stones on either side of me.

He reaches down, grabbing my arms. “I’m going to come if you don’t slow down,” he pants, but I keep going. I want to taste him — all of him. I press my tongue up against the underside of his shaft and tug his balls gently.

“Oh, God, Bree,” he says, yanking my hair as his hips buck. He explodes into my mouth, filling it with hot salty come, and I swallow it down happily. I suck the head gently even after he’s finished spurting, wanting to get every last drop.

The lustful groans he gives off are all the encouragement I need. Making him happy makes me happy.

“Come here, you beautiful creature,” he says, pulling me to my feet after the waves of his orgasm have faded. I snuggle into his lap, and now, without the layers of clothing between us, I feel almost as close to him as I can be.

Almost, but not quite.

“Think you’ll be ready for another round any time soon?” I say, nuzzling his jaw.

Luke laughs, groaning. “Has anyone ever told you you’re incorrigible?”

“Once or twice,” I admit with a grin.

“Then perhaps you need a lesson in patience,” he chides.

Suddenly he stands up, lifting me up with him. I shriek as I tighten my arms around his neck. I’m not exactly a waif, but Luke lifts me like I’m barely more than a feather. He wedges his arms under my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist for balance. He carries me into the house that way, all the way up a flight of stairs and down another hallway before we arrive at a room that I can only assume must be his bedroom. I don’t have time to scope it out though, because then he’s throwing me down on the bed and wedging my knees roughly apart.

He kneels on the bed between them as I try to catch my breath. His face looks serious, but there’s a devilish gleam in his eyes.

“The first lesson in patience, Bree, is that the more you beg, the better it feels.”

I’m already panting as he leans his head down, hooking his arms under my thighs again and bringing his mouth to my pussy. First it’s just his breath, warm and moist against my core. Even though he doesn’t touch me, I can feel him there, hovering just above me. When he purses his lips and blows, the cool air against my clit makes me shiver. I try to squirm against him, but he keeps my thighs locked in place.

“Luke,” I pant, but all he does is puff out another breath against my pussy. I shiver again.

“What do you want?” he says, teasing.

“Touch me,” I manage.

“What’s that?” He cocks his head coyly.

“Touch me,” I say again, breathless. “Please.”

He grins, and blows again on me, softly, painting a trail of cool air along my slit.

“You’re going to have to be more specific, darling.”

“Oh, God, Luke.” I turn my head sideways on the pillow for a second, so that I won’t have to look at him. The way he’s staring up at me from between my legs is so intoxicating that it makes me feel nearly delirious. I can’t look away for long though, and when I look back, he’s still grinning up at me.

“Come on, Bree,” he says again. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me,” I stammer. “With your tongue.”

“Good. Where do you want me to touch you?”

“On my pussy.” I take a deep breath. “Lick my pussy, Luke. Please.”

“That’s more like it.”

He leans his head forward. There’s another moment where there’s only breath, and then finally, he flicks his tongue across my swollen clit. I throw my head back as a flame of pleasure licks through me.

Now that he’s started, Luke doesn’t let up, and his tongue works some kind of indescribable magic between my legs. He makes tight circles around my clit, long strokes across my lips, and sometimes he mixes it up by plunging his tongue inside me and flicking it back and forth.

He keeps up the assault until my thighs are shaking and my hips buck towards his face and even then he keeps going. He holds my legs in place so that I can’t move away, can’t escape the exquisite pressure of his mouth against my core.

“Oh, God,” I murmur. My hands reach down and clutch at his hair, trying to press him closer to me. He obliges with a chuckle, using his tongue to press harder against me. The pleasure is building, tightening my muscles and making my stomach feel like I’m on the upwards trajectory of a rollercoaster.

When Luke sucks my clit into his mouth, I lose it completely. The rollercoaster sails over the crest and barrels downwards. My legs kick straight out in front of me and I think I pull Luke’s hair as I push him closer to my pussy. Then I’m not cognizant of anything else, and instead I just let the pleasure steal me away.

It seems to take forever for me to stop shaking, probably because Luke is still running his lips and tongue softly over my clit. When the orgasm finally subsides, I use my grip in his hair to pull him up on top of me. I find his lips with mine and kiss him deeply.

Luke positions himself on top of me as we kiss, and soon I’m aware of a pressure against my abdomen.

I pull back, smirking slightly. “I take it you’re ready for round two?”

Luke grins back, then reaches over to his nightstand. “Round two?” he teases, hoisting himself up long enough to sheath himself with the condom. “This is just the midway point of round one.”

I quiver at his words and then wrap my legs around his hips. I’m so wet from the previous orgasm that it only takes a bit of adjusting before his cock is sinking into my pussy. Luke rests his elbows on the pillow beside my head and runs his hands through my hair as our bodies join. I grip his shoulders, but I can’t take my eyes off his. They seem to bore into me as he starts slowly thrusting his hips. His pupils are dilated, his lips parted, his expression almost ... reverent. I’m sure mine is the same. There’s something about Luke’s body against mine, about his cock inside me, that isn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s more than sex, somehow. I felt it the first night we were together, and I feel it again now.

As if he can read my thoughts, Luke leans over and grazes his lips against mine. I pull him closer to me, tangling my tongue with his, as our bodies bend and break together.

It doesn’t take long. I can feel the shift, the way his pace picks up, and his thrusts take on a new intensity. I squeeze my pussy around him and he groans.

“Oh, God, Bree, you’re going to make me come. Please tell me you’re ready to come too because I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”

That makes me smile. “I’m ready, Luke.” I’ve been ready all night, it feels like. I’ve been ready since I met him.

We let go at the same moment, both of us exploding into thousands of fireworks. Darkness streaks across my eyes and for a second I think I might actually pass out. My body quakes beneath his and my pussy spasms over and over while he bucks his hips roughly against me.

When we finally come back to earth, Luke collapses on top of me.

I catch my breath and then kiss the side of his neck. “That was better than ice cream,” I say.

I feel him laughing, even though I can’t see his face.

“That, my dear, was better than pretty much anything.”