Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 41918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
"Wait." The word comes out breathy. "Before we go inside..."
He turns to me, eyes flashing in the dim light of the driveway. "What is it, Emma?"
I bite my bottom lip. This isn't going to be an easy confession. "I, um, I haven't exactly … well ..." My face heats up. Why is it so hard to tell him? He brought me Macy. Compared to that, this is so simple. So, I blurt it out before I can second guess myself anymore. "I love you."
He sucks in a breath, but I forge on.
"And I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier. I've just never … well, I've never said it before, not like this. Not when I actually meant it. So I was scared because you make me feel so much, Luke, and it's like my entire world is being flipped on its head."
I pause, out of breath from speaking too fast, and watch his expression change. At first, I think he's going to say something vague, try to smooth things over, but in an instant, he's pulling me to his body and crushing his mouth to mine. It's like lightning bolts are zapping through every inch of me as he devours me, tongue slipping through my lips and dancing with my own. I melt against him, lost in the passion and the way our bodies just fit together like it was meant to be. His fingers slide along my jaw and tilt my chin up to meet his, deepening the kiss and turning me into a hot mess of desire.
I'm panting and dazed when we finally pull away, and Luke's eyes are hooded with lust. "I love you too, Emma. Fuck, do I love you." His thumb runs along the swell of my bottom lip, and it feels so sensual, so intimate. "I want you in every way, baby girl."
His voice is husky with need and my stomach flutters in anticipation.
I can feel his heartbeat thudding through his shirt, the warmth of his body seeping through mine. My hands are clenched in his shirt, clinging to him. The electricity between us is palpable. I feel like I can hardly breathe.
Luke sweeps me into his arms, and in seconds we're in the house, to his room, and he gently tosses me on the bed before starting to strip his clothes off.
"I want you naked. Now, Emma," he commands, the harsh words at odds with the gentleness with which he says them. He's a walking duality, all harsh angles and rough edges, with a core that lives to protect. It's addicting, and I feel my fingers moving to the hem of my shirt. I strip slowly, teasing him, loving the way his eyes follow the slow movements of my hands as they skim down my front, slowly baring more and more skin to his eyes.
Luke kicks his boots off and pushes his jeans down, stepping out of them. He's all muscle and tan skin, his cock jutting out proudly. I only have a moment to look before he's on me. He pins my arms to the bed above my head, the action forcing my body to arch into his as he leans down. His eyes are a storm, so many different emotions flashing through them as he holds himself over me. "Tell me what you want."
The answer is easy. "You."
Luke's breath ghosts across my lips. "Say it right."
What he wants clicks for me, and I smile slowly. Wickedly. "I want you, Daddy."
I think I'm going to burst from happiness when his face goes dark, lust spilling into his eyes as he stares at me with that look. "Oh, I'll take care of you, baby girl." He grinds his hips against me, making sure I can feel the hardness of him against the wetness of me. I shiver at the promise, but Luke is done waiting.
His mouth is on my nipples, hands plumping my breasts as he laves his tongue over me. His beard scrapes deliciously over the sensitive skin of my breasts and stomach, causing a pleasant friction that leaves me whimpering.
He sits back on his heels, and his fingers dip between my legs. They tease my outer lips for a moment, but he's not waiting for permission. One moment he's touching me softly, and the next they're gone and he's dipping those thick, strong fingers inside my soaked core. His other hand continues to play with my nipple, and he watches me as he brings me to a fever pitch of desire.
I'm moaning and writhing on his hand, hips arching to meet every thrust, and he adds another finger. It feels so good, I could explode just like that. "Daddy, oh God. Oh, please!"
Then, he stops all at once, raising himself above me. I whimper from the loss of his touch, but Luke is on a mission. "We're going to try something new. On your knees, ass in the air."