I lean toward him, my knees pressed into the hardwood floor beneath me, and I kiss his sweet, trembling lips softly. “I’m here now, Luke.” I kiss him again, and his eyes search my lips when I pull away. “I came back because I want to be here. With you. I don’t care about what happened last night, or about what you didn’t get to explain. I’m here and I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
His warm, forceful lips fall on mine and he kisses me passionately with worship and elation, his hands, wet with paint, gripping the sides of my face with fierce protectiveness. I feel the wetness of his tears on my cheeks, mingling with my own, the intensity of his hands and his mouth and his heart encompassing me.
He breaks the kiss, and we’re both breathless when he says, “I wanted to tell you about Landon. I wanted to tell you a lot of things, but I knew you had to go home and none of it would’ve mattered.”
I touch his lips with two of my fingers. “You can tell me whenever you’re ready. I’m here to listen, and I’m not going anywhere. There’s nothing you can say to scare me away. I still have four days left of my vacation and I want to spend them with you.”
“I want you to stay.”
“Then I’m staying.”
“What about after that?”
“We’ll figure it out.”
He gazes into my eyes, searching for something, longing for it, and I look back up at him, wordlessly giving him whatever he wants. His lips press against mine and he kisses me hungrily. I feel my body being lifted into the air, my legs wrapped around his waist and the air in the room hitting me as he carries me quickly through it, never breaking the kiss. In seconds I feel the comfort of his bed beneath my back and the lumpy pillows I missed so much under my head. His natural scent envelops me, his heat, his warm flesh, the exploration of his mouth, his ravenous kiss, his everything. I’m done for and I know it. I’ve never wanted to touch or to taste or to feel anything more in my life than this moment, this inevitable crushing, blissful moment when I give myself to Luke knowing that no matter what happens between us, I’ll never be able to forget him. And I’ll never want to.
We strip each other clumsily—paint from his hands stains my clothes and my skin—and Luke is on top of me before I can even catch my breath. But I don’t need my breath when I have his, and his kiss is deep and forceful and it alone makes my body dizzy with need. My insides tremble and shiver, and my rapidly beating heart threatens to burst, or to stop, and I don’t care—as long as Luke’s eyes are the last eyes I see, as long as his arms are the last arms to ever hold me.
Luke shoves the pillows out of the way and lowers himself on me. I’m breathless and willing, giving myself completely to him. Arcing my head against the mattress, I open my lips partway, seeking air to fill my lungs with as the sensation of his lips moves over my breasts. His tongue snakes a path between them before he finds my lips again.
I gasp when I feel his hardness press against me with intent.
“I imagined this every night you were here,” he whispers hotly into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
He presses harder below me, and all I can think about is him being inside me, sharing his soul with me, becoming one with me.
“So did I,” I whisper and push my hips toward his urgently. He pushes back even harder, and I feel like I’m going to die if he doesn’t give me what I want.
And as if he’d heard my thoughts, my eyelids become heavy when I feel him inside of me. I gasp, my body trembling beneath his. My legs shake and my fingers dig into the hard flesh and muscle of his back, holding on to him as though I’m afraid to let him go.
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” I whisper onto his lips just before he takes me into another hungry kiss.
Luke begins to move in and out of me with deep, forceful thrusts, and my thighs quiver around his warm body.
I can’t steady my breath.
My heart is beating its way out of my chest.
The muscles in Luke’s arms stiffen, holding his weight above me as he dips his head lower, the warmth and moisture of his mouth searching mine possessively. “Look into my eyes, Sienna.” I hear his low, coaxing voice, feel the heat of his breath on my lips.
Slowly I open my eyes; it feels like a magic hand lies over them, causing them to tingle and resist.
“Look at me,” he whispers, thrusting deeply into me in a slow but hard motion that threatens to send my insides into a quivering frenzy.
I peer up into his eyes, seeing them so full of unbridled passion. And intent—it’s as if he’s preparing me for something, teasing me with only the wonder of what’s to come, knowing I’m going to want it again, and again, and again. He drives into me deeply once and holds himself there, never losing eye contact, and I feel myself clench around him in a desperate, lustful fit. “Luke …” I whimper his name, barely conscious of having said anything at all.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he whispers hotly onto my mouth, and then suddenly I feel the palms of his hands pressing on the insides of my thighs, pushing my legs farther apart and toward me and repositioning himself without ever pulling out.
“Tell me you want me,” he says in a low, rumbling voice that demands an instant response. “Tell me. I want to hear your voice.”
“I do want you, Luke,” I whisper, my voice shuddering, my lips parted, sucking in the warm air between us. “I want every part of you. Every inch of you.” I gasp when he thrusts against me once more, hard. And he stops and holds himself there again, deep inside.