“You okay there, sunshine?” Luke asked, laughing softly.
I nodded.
“My turn again, then.” Luke poured another shot and grabbed the salt shaker before leaning in close to me again. He jerked his head in the universal motion for ‘come here’ before tilting my head to the side with his hand on the nape of my neck. I felt his warm breath bathe my skin just before his lips closed over the sensitive skin of my neck, right at the curve where it meets my shoulder. My breath shuddered out as he gently suckled before flicking his tongue against my skin.
He pulled back and sprinkled salt sparingly over the dampness he left behind before grabbing the shot and placing another lime wedge between my lips. I waited for what was coming, holding my breath, surprised when he reached up with his free hand and pulled out the clip holding my hair up in place. My hair tumbled down in waves around my shoulders. I glanced up at Luke, watching in fascination as his eyes darkened before he tangled his fingers roughly in my hair at the back of my neck, and then, pulling my head sharply to the side, he licked the salt off my skin, and downed the shot. Then, with his fingers still tangled in my hair, he took the lime from my lips, again leaving behind the tart and tangy flavor of lime and tequila. After taking the lime out of his mouth and tossing it to the table, he brought his lips back to mine, kissing me deeply. His tongue swept inside my mouth, tangling with mine, stealing my breath with the intensity.
Luke used his fingers, still entwined in my hair, to thrust my head back, exposing my throat to him. He licked across my full bottom lip, sucked it between his teeth, and nipped at it sharply. A surprised sound escaped from me at how good that felt; the perfect combination of pain and pleasure. I felt his other hand slide up my thigh, skim my ribs and cup my breast, his thumb finding and circling my nipple with sure strokes.
I moaned into his mouth and he dragged his lips down my cheek to my neck, kissing, sucking, and licking every inch of my skin along the way. His fingers left my hair and both hands then cupped my breasts, palming the soft firmness of my flesh. I arched into his hands, my thighs squeezing together restlessly, trying to alleviate the ache building between them.
“Emma,” Luke whispered.
I opened my eyes, gazing at him through a haze of desire.
“Sugar, watching you wrap your lips around your fork, licking chocolate off your lips, and hearing you moan all night…I’m about two seconds from ripping your clothes off and fucking you senseless on your couch. Baby, you have to tell me to stop now if you don’t want this. Otherwise, I’m gonna slide inside your hot, wet body, inch by inch, until I’m buried so deep between your thighs…” his words cut off on a harsh breath.
Stop? Tell him to stop? Is he insane? I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m not that kind of girl; I hardly kiss on the first date, let alone jump into bed like my thighs were spring loaded and ready to part. But there was something seriously wrong with his brain if he thought for one second that I would ruin what was shaping up to be the single most satisfying, screaming orgasm inducing, hottest sexual encounter of my life.
My cha-chi was quivering with excitement, screaming, ‘Hallelujah, the desert days are over, girl! Bring on the rain!’
My voice was breathy when I said, “No, Luke. I don’t want you to stop. Please…”
Luke growled low in his throat before grasping my legs behind my knees, pulling me down and my legs out, kneeling between my now outspread thighs. I moaned at the feel of his hardness pressed against my aching softness, and then he was over me, thrusting against me, sliding his hands under my shirt and devouring my mouth in a furious kiss.