His eyes brighten. “Do you want to do that?”
“I do,” I whisper. “I do want more time with you, Luke. With you.” I slide my fingers into the baby-soft hair of his beard, and it dawns on me that this is becoming one of our signature moves. “Kiss me.”
WithHe doesn’t protest. As his lips meet mine, I close my eyes. Feel the strength of his arms around me. The scent of his cologne teases, blending moment by moment with the musk of arousal.
In response, I feel warmth radiating through my insides. Moisture floods my intimate tissues. I had almost forgotten how lovemaking was supposed to work. How different it feels to be wanted instead of used. Luke brings me back to myself in ways that are both endearing and arousing. He makes me feel like me and he makes me like it.
“You turn me on,” I whis
