Come Away with Me
Page 16“I want to know where your other tattoos are, Natalie.”
I bite my lip and shake my head. Who can form words with his body so close?
“You’re not going to tell me?” He leans in and lightly kisses the corner of my mouth.
Again I shake my head no.
“Maybe I’ll just have to find them.”
Chapter Six
He kisses the other side of my mouth, his eyes not leaving mine.
I nod, slowly.
Luke grins as he pushes me back down against the blanket and covers my body with his. Holy Moses, he feels so good!
His long, muscular body seems to fit perfectly against my soft curves. He presses one leg between mine and I can feel his impressive erection against my hip.
I push my hand under his shirt to caress his bare skin, up and down his ribs. His skin is so smooth and tight over sculpted muscles.
While he continues to make me crazy with that talented mouth of his, he runs his hand from my hip up over my shirt to my breast and I can’t help but bow up off the ground, pressing my breast into his hand. My nipple is hard, straining against my bra and shirt, and he runs his thumb over it.
“Open your eyes.” I gaze up into his perfect blue eyes, gazing at me with passion and hunger. My breath catches, and I run my fingertips down his cheek.
“You are so sexy, Natalie. I just can’t seem to stop touching you.”
“I love you touching me.”
“You do?” He caresses my face, pushing errant strands of hair off my cheek.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs, his fingers still on my cheek. “I love your curvy body.”
My eyes widen.
“Don’t frown.” He kisses me between my eyebrows as if he’s smoothing the frown from my face.
“I’m not so sure about my curvy body.” It’s a whispered admission that I’ve never made before, and frankly, I’ve never felt this vulnerable.
His blue gaze meets mine again, and each word is a staccato: “You. Are.
Beautiful.”
I close my eyes, but he tips my chin, forcing me to look at him again.
“Thank you.”
His lips find mine, gently now, lingering and caressing my mouth as if we have all the time in the world. I shift my hips and grind myself against his thigh, and he groans low in his throat.
My blood is on fire. I’ve never wanted a man like I want Luke. I want to consume him. I want him fast and hard, and I want him to take all day. I love how tender he is with me.
He sits up, pulling me with him and grabs the hem of my shirt. “I want to see you.” He’s breathless and needy and in this moment I’d do anything he asked.
I lift my hands above my head, but before he can pull my shirt off, I feel drops of water on my face. I glance up and realize the sky has clouded over and it’s starting to rain, the water seeping through the branches of our oak tree.
“I’m getting wet,” I whisper against his mouth.
He grins, his eyes laughing at me. “I hope so.”
I can’t help but laugh at him, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “That too, but we’re about to get rained on.”
“We should go.” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Don’t think I’m not going to discover your tattoo secrets.”
“What ever happened to taking this slow?” My breathing is starting to calm, but my heart is still beating fast. Oh, what this man does to me!
“I think I’ve changed my mind.” He’s perfectly serious.
Thank God!
“And why is that?” I run my hands through his hair, completely happy on his lap, with his arms tight around me.
“Because I can’t keep my hands off of you. I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I’m under some kind of spell.”
He gives himself a shake, and looks around us at the darkening sky.
“The rain is getting heavy, let’s head back.” He lets me go and we gather our things, jogging into the woods and to the car. By the time we get there, we’re wet and laughing like kids.
“I don’t want to get your leather seats wet!”
“Don’t worry about it, just get in!”
He opens the door for me. “I don’t want you sick, baby.”
Baby? Baby! Am I okay with him calling me baby? He guides me into the seat, slams the door and runs to the driver side. He looks over at me, his hair and shirt soaked, breathing hard, his beautiful blue eyes full of humor.
Oh, yes. I’m fine with it.
“Let’s get you home and dry.” He starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot, toward the freeway.
Luke merges onto the freeway and glances over at me.
“What do you want to know?” I ask.
“Favorite music?”
“Maroon 5.” I respond easily.
“Favorite movie?” he asks with a grin.
“Hmm…
we’ve
had
this
conversation.” I laugh. “I still like The Way We Were.”
“Ah yes, you’re a Robert Redford fan.” He kisses my hand and I sigh.
“I am.”
“First boyfriend?” he asks, his eyes turn nervously to mine again, and I freeze. How do I answer this question?