Mmmm… it smells like him.
No panties. I giggle at my audacity and turn around to find Luke standing in the doorway, a towel around his hips and his eyes on me.
“That’s some show, Nat.”
“Glad you liked it,” I reply with a smile. “Come on, we’ll find something to eat in the kitchen.”
I wait for him to pull on his shorts –no
underwear!
–
and
we
head
downstairs.
Luke sits on a barstool and watches me move about the kitchen.
“I have no idea what we have,” I say shyly. “This is Jules’ domain. Hmm…
Caesar salad?”
I hold the bowl up out of the fridge and he nods. I dish it out for both of us, and then walk around and sit next to him.
“So you don’t cook at all?” he asks.
I grimace. “I can, I choose not to.
Jules has always lived with me, and she loves to cook, so it works for us.”
At the mention of her name, I hear the front door open. “Nat?” she calls.
“I’m in the kitchen,” I call back.
“Do you have company?”
I frown. “Yeah.”
“Okay, going to bed. See you tomorrow.” I hear her shoes click up the stairs.
Luke raises a brow and looks at me. I shrug.
“Maybe she had a bad day.”
“Maybe,” I respond and frown, but shrug it off. I’ll ask her about it tomorrow. I figured she would have been curious to get a peek at Luke, but seeing as we’re both half naked, I’m relieved. I don’t really want anyone to see Luke without his shirt on.
I clear the few dishes we have and stack them in the dishwasher, then turn back around and lean my elbows on the counter.
“Will you stay with me tonight,” I ask.
Luke’s eyes widen and he smiles. He doesn’t say anything, he just stands and comes around the breakfast bar to me.
Without touching me he leans in and gently lays his lips on mine.
Geez, where did I find this guy?
“I’d love to stay tonight,” he whispers against my lips. Oh, there’s that sexy whispering thing he does so well.
“Okay, good,” I whisper back.
Suddenly, he turns his back to me and says, “Jump on.”
“What?”
“Jump on my back, we’re going upstairs.” He reaches his arms back like he’s going to catch me, and I laugh as I jump up onto his back, wrap my arms around his neck and my legs hitch up around his hips.
I lean down and pull his earlobe between my teeth and he takes off for the stairs, effortlessly climbing them and we are both laughing like crazy when he stops next to the bed and pulls the covers back.
I squeal as he unceremoniously drops me on the bed.
“You know,” he says, his face suddenly very serious, as he sprawls out beside me on his side.
“What?” I ask, sarcastically.
He runs his fingertip along the neckline of his t-shirt. “You never did ask me if you could borrow my shirt.”
“I didn’t?” I widen my eyes and bite my lip.
He shakes his head. “No, you didn’t.
Very rude of you.”
“I’m so sorry. How can I ever make it up to you?” I try to look contrite.
“I don’t know. I’m very offended.”
He still looks so serious and I want to break out into laughter, but I’m enjoying our game too much.
“Can I buy you a new one?” I ask.
“Well, I’m really very fond of that one.”
“Oh,” I bite my lip again and push him onto his back. “Can I take a picture of it and give it to you?”
I unfasten his shorts and he raises his hips so I can pull them down his legs, his erection springing free. I pull a condom out of the pocket and discard them onto the floor.
“No,” he whispers, “It’s just not the same.”
“Hmm…” I roll the condom onto his cock and straddle his hips. I look down at him, narrowing my eyes like I’m thinking very hard trying to solve this problem.
“Well,” I cross my arms and grip the hem of his soft gray shirt, pulling it over my head. “I guess I’d better return it then.”
I hand him the shirt but he throws it on the floor and sits up so we’re nose-to-nose. He grasps my ass in his hands and lifts me over his cock and I slide down onto him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.”
“That little game turned me on.”
He growls and kisses me, guiding me up and down with his hands on my rear.
I plant my hands on his shoulders and push, and he lies back on the bed. I lean down and kiss him tenderly, my hips still moving, his hands still on my butt.
Then I sit up, and start to really move, reveling in how deep he feels, clenching around him. He runs his hands up my stomach to cup my breasts and tease my nipples with his thumbs.
“Ah!” I throw my head back and grind down on him harder, faster, and feel myself tightening, and I’m going to come already.
“Come for me, baby,” his hands are gripping my hips, pushing me down onto him harder and harder and I explode around him.
Before I’ve had a chance to come down to Earth, Luke has moved out from under me, pushing me onto my stomach.
He’s lying on my back, his chest hair tickling my shoulder blades. He kisses the back of my neck, and then over my tattoo. He parts my legs with one of his and then he’s inside me again.