As soon as we’re in the house, Luke kicks the door closed behind us and throws me up against the wall. For a second I’m shocked, until I see the pure animal lust written across his face. His body is tense, coiled, and he presses himself against me, pinning me against the entryway wall.

Luke crushes his lips against mine. In a moment, weeks of worry and heartache disappear, replaced by a physical longing that’s so intense and raw it almost makes me scream. I open my mouth to him, letting him in, letting him take whatever he wants. Everything I have is his to take. Everything I have is his.

His lips press ferociously against mine as his tongue invades my mouth. I try to breathe him in, to savor this moment, but I feel so desperate for his touch that I want him to just rip off my dress and fuck me right here in the hallway.

Luke’s hands roam my body, touching me everywhere as I claw at his shirt, frantically trying to unbutton it. God, why does it have so many buttons? Why are there so many layers still separating our skin? I yank the shirt tails from out of his pants and slide my hands up under his shirt, feeling his taut skin and his rock hard abs.

He shrugs off his jacket, letting it pool on the floor behind him, and then he yanks off the bow tie he’s wearing. Finally, my fingers find purchase on his shirt and I manage to yank open the remaining buttons. The sight of his bare chest is mesmerizing, and I let my fingers dance over the smooth planes, the ridges. I scrape my nails over his tight brown nipples and he groans.

He runs his hands over my torso and cups my breasts. His mouth is against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. He runs his tongue along the curve of my throat and I whimper.

“Luke…”

“Why does this dress have to be so fucking complicated?” he growls.

I start to laugh but he silences me with another ferocious kiss. It’s a claiming kind of kiss, and I let him mark me with it. I want him to know that I’m his … and that he’s mine.

Luke pushes my skirt up. There’s so much fabric it spills over his arms as he bunches it around my waist, and I hold it up for him as he presses me against the wall. His hand trails along my bare thighs and then between my …

I gasp as he presses his fingers against my slit. His touch is electric. He grinds the lace fabric of my thong against my clit and the sharp shock of it makes my legs shake.

“Luke,” I breathe.

He pauses. “Yes?”

I breathe again. “Don’t stop, okay?”

“I don’t intend to.”

He yanks at my thong and I hear a tearing noise as he rips it from my body. My pussy — and all my wetness — is bare to him now. He drops to his knees in front of me and breathes in deeply.

“God, I’ve missed the smell of you,” he says. His voice is low and husky. “I’ve missed the taste of you.”

“Me too,” I manage to squeak, even though it doesn’t begin to express what I’m feeling right now.

Luke grins. His large hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he looks up at me.

“I’m going to eat your pussy now, Bree,” he says. “I’m going to suck your clit until you scream. Until you come all over my face. And then I’m going to lick up every bit of that sweet cream. Because no one tastes like you, Bree.”

All I can do is nod, as I press my back against the entryway wall.

Luke leans in and then suddenly I feel his hot tongue against my clit.

Every nerve ending I have seems to be tuned to the same frequency, all of them blasting the same pulsing signal that’s radiating out from my core.

Luke groans as he flicks his tongue over my pussy. Below the fabric of my dress, I can see his dark head bobbing between my legs. His enthusiasm turns me on almost as much as the voodoo magic he’s working with his mouth.

My thighs shake as his ministrations become more focused. He trails his tongue up and down my slit, runs his teeth along my lips, sucks my clit into his mouth. He lets go of one thigh and uses his free hand to find my channel. When he sinks two fingers inside me, my legs almost give out.

I press my back against the wall and he holds me up as the sudden orgasm overtakes me. I feel myself pulse around his fingers as he plunges them in and out of me.

“Yes, Bree,” he groans. “Come all over me. Let me taste all of you.”

The climax doesn’t seem to let go. It shakes me over and over. I let go of the fabric of my dress and it tumbles down over Luke. It doesn’t deter him, though, and he keeps flicking his tongue against me until finally the last wave passes.

He eventually pushes the fabric off and emerges from beneath my skirt.

“God, you’re amazing,” he says. His eyes blaze.

“You were the one doing all the work.” I try to smile but it feels like even my cheek muscles have gone slack.

“Oh, I wouldn’t call that work.” He grins again.

I pull him to his feet and press my hands on either side of his face. God, he’s a beautiful man. I can’t imagine ever gazing into more gorgeous eyes, or running my fingers along a stronger jaw. I can’t imagine ever being with anyone who isn’t Luke.

“Luke…” I bite my lip. I have to tell him.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he says. I nod wordlessly and lead him up into the main part of the house.

“The bedroom?” he says, looking around. Still wordlessly, I lead him another set of stairs to the guest room I’ve been sleeping in. Other than a few times when he’d driven me back into the city on the weekends to pick up a few things, the only time Luke has ever been here is when he came to drop off the sewing box the other day.

Thankfully this visit seems to be going a bit better.

I push open the door to the bedroom. As soon as we’re inside, Luke’s on me again. His mouth finds mine as his hands go to my hair. My once-neat chignon is already a mess, and he pulls the pins out one by one until my locks tumble down around my shoulders.

“That’s more like it,” he murmurs, sweeping his lips across my shoulder. “Now let’s get this dress off.”

I turn so that he can find the zipper and he pulls it down. He goes so agonizingly slowly that I can feel and hear every tooth as it comes apart. His fingers brush across my skin as he finally pushes the fabric down. The dress falls to the floor.

It’s not a dress you can wear a bra with, and since my panties are somewhere down in the entryway, when I turn to face him again I’m completely naked. For a minute he doesn’t touch me, just stands there watching me.

“My God, Bree,” he says, shaking his head. “My God.”

He lowers me onto the bed before shucking off the rest of his clothes. I watch as he climbs onto the bed, as he straddles me. His cock is more engorged than I’ve ever seen it — it bobs heavily as he moves over me, and I can already imagine how it will feel sliding inside of me.

Luke hovers over me. He’s so tantalizingly close and my whole body seems to scream for his cock. I can’t wait any longer.

“There are condoms in the —“ I start to offer.

“I got tested,” he interjects. His voice sounds raspy. “When we were still … I got tested. And there hasn’t been anyone else.”

I breathe out. “Me too. I had a complete physical as soon as I got back to the States. And I’m on the pill.”

“So we don’t need …?”

“No.”

He grins. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

Me too. The idea of being with Luke, without anything separating us, no barriers between us …

“Fuck me, Luke.”

He groans and pushes his cock against me. I’m so wet that he pushes through easily, even though there’s still an initial shock at his size. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to that. God, I hope not.

He feels so good inside me that for a moment I just stare up at him.

He pushes in all the way up to the hilt and then he stops too. He looks down at me, pushing my hair out of my face.

“My God, Bree,” he says again. His expression is reverent. “My God.”

I know the feeling.

I press my fingers to his stubbled jaw as we gaze into each others eyes. Luke runs his thumb across my swollen lips before leaning in to kiss me. He pulls back and gazes at me again.

“Bree,” he says. He takes a deep breath. “I love you.”

My heart soars as a stupid grin spreads across my face. “I love you too, Luke. God, do I love you.”

He grins and I sigh happily, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pull his body closer to mine and then rock my hips gently. He matches my rhythm and we start moving together.

It’s slow and gentle. Tender. I run my fingers through his dark hair and he kisses my throat. We move that way until the pressure gets so great that I don’t want tender anymore.

I squeeze my muscles around him, causing him to groan. He starts to move his hips harder, sliding deeper into me. Each in and out is the most exquisite kind of torture.

“Harder, Luke,” I whisper.

I grip his shoulders as he thrusts. His muscles ripple under my hands. A sheen of sweat covers both of us. Still I pull him to me. Still I want him, harder. Deeper.

As if reading my mind, Luke picks up the pace. His hips hammer against me, his balls smacking my ass. He pounds his cock into my pussy, over and over, until I feel like I’m being ripped open. In the very best way possible.

“Jesus, Luke,” I moan. My body is cresting towards the peak again and I hold onto Luke’s shoulders as he keeps slamming into me.

“Yes, Bree,” he breathes. “Come all over my cock. Squeeze me so I can come inside you.”

I look up into Luke’s eyes. They blaze with arousal and longing and love. I touch my fingers to his stubbled jaw and then I let go.

My pussy clenches around him as the orgasm comes over me. My entire body trembles and quakes as Luke keeps thrusting. I ride it as long as I can, until my vision is streaked in black, until I think I’m about to pass out. Then finally Luke’s head drops and he groans. For the first time, I feel it the moment he comes. He fills me with his seed, wave after wave, as his thrusts slow and finally stop.

He doesn’t pull out, but instead just collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around him and find his lips with mine. We’re both still gasping for breath, but still we kiss, breathing in the same air, our lips and bodies tangled inextricably together. We lay there like that for so long that I feel him start to get hard inside me again.

It takes hours before we’re both fully sated. Hours of being as one. Even then I’m not sure if we’re sated, exactly, or if we’re just too exhausted to do anything more. The sun is starting to come up by the time I finally fall into a deep and dreamless sleep, my naked worn-out body pressed against Luke’s.

* * *

“Good morning,” Luke says, pressing his lips to my bare shoulder. My eyelids flutter open and I find him lying on his side, his head propped on one hand as he gazes down at me. “Or should I say good afternoon?”

I smile, leaning in for a kiss. “What time is it?”

“Almost three.”

“In the afternoon?”

He nods.

“God, I haven’t slept this late since I was a teenager.”

“What a coincidence,” he says with a grin. “Because I haven’t been this horny since I was a teenager.”

I giggle. “There might be something we can do about that.” My pussy still feels swollen and battered from last night, but somehow I still ache for him.

“Maybe in a bit,” he says. I look up and find his face has gone serious. My stomach twists. “I think we have a few things to talk about first, don’t you?”

I swallow.