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  “Is this what you normally wear?” he asked, his finger moving from her hand to trace the edge of the lace over the creamy swell of her breast.

  Naya could feel her nipples harden even more with his finger moving along, so close and yet, not close enough. Her eyes closed and she leaned into his touch, her body instinctively asking for what it wanted.

  “No,” she admitted, not able to censor her words now.

  His finger trailed along her breast, teasing closer and closer.

  “So, this is something special that you bought? Just for me?”

  Forming words was no longer possible. Not with his finger doing those things. She could barely even nod her head, biting her lip to keep herself from whimpering, begging him to touch her the way she needed to be touched.

  “You’re beautiful,” he murmured and a moment later, his finger touched that hard peak. Everything inside of her jerked with shock at how incredible that touch felt. He caught her in his arms, lifting her up and placing her in the middle of his bed. When he stood up again, he was looking down at her, that heat intensifying the throbbing ache that was centered down low in her stomach.

  His hands moved to his slacks, tossing them behind him as he watched her watching him. Luke laughed softly when she licked her lips as all was revealed to her. “Are you nervous?” he asked, placing a knee beside her on the bed before coming down over her, his muscles flexing as he held himself above her.

  “A little,” she admitted, her hands moving to hold onto his wrists, then sliding higher, her fingers exploring his arms, the ridges fascinating to her.

  “Can’t have you nervous,” he told her, his eyes moving lower, taking in her rapid heart rate, her breasts that were moving up and down because of her heavy breathing.

  His head lowered, his lips capturing that nipple that had been teased so long ago. He loved the way she gasped, her fingers moving from his arms to his hair, holding his head in place while she made those sexy sounds in the back of her throat. Lifting his head up slightly, he took one finger and pulled the lace material away, his eyes finally discovering that her nipples were pink. Pink and pretty and damn enticing. He lowered his head again, tasting the bud without the fabric in the way. When she arched her back, he sucked harder, his tongue lashing out to tease even more. He only stopped when he heard her cries, but that was only to move to the other side, starting all over again with his finger, then his mouth over the lace and finally, without anything. The straps of her bra came down, trapping her arms so that he had more control.

  “I love the way you look right now, Naya,” he purred, moving his mouth down her stomach.

  Naya gasped for breath when he kissed her hipbone, trying to wiggle away, but then shifting so that he could do the same thing again. “Luke,” she whispered, her head moving back and forth against the comforter of his bed.

  “Honey, you’re going to love this if you would just…”

  “No, I’m not ready for that,” she argued, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

  His hand was already between her legs, moving up and down her soft thighs. “Yes you are,” he came right back. “Trust me.”

  She laughed. “I don’t think so.”

  He chuckled and kissed that spot on her hip again. “I think you should.”

  She wiggled away. “I think you should let my hands go.”

  He looked at her, spread out so beautifully for him. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve pictured you like this.”

  “Oh yeah?” she asked, inhaling as his hand moved higher along her thigh.

  “Yeah,” he replied. “So many times, so many ways…!”

  A smile formed on his handsome features as his fingers teased that area that she’d been trying to demurely protect. “You want me, don’t you, Naya?” he asked carefully.

  She looked into his green eyes, her brown ones worried until she realized that he was just as ready for her as she was for him. “Yes,” she admitted. “Very much.”

  “Open your legs for me, honey.”

  She watched for another moment, then he added, “Trust me.”

  She did. Slowly, she let her legs slide open and was rewarded by his finger teasing that area that no man had ever seen before. When his finger easily slid into her wet heat, she arched backwards, her hand reaching down to grab his wrist once again, but he wouldn’t let her stop him. Not now. As soon as his finger started moving in and out of that heat, she gasped, her fingers relaxing so that he could offer his ministrations more easily.

  It took only moments before all of her shyness was gone, replaced by that burning, aching need that just grew higher, hotter, more desperate as he stretched her core, pressing two fingers into her body and making her grab onto his shoulders.

  “Luke!” she cried out, so close but unable to quite reach that spot. Then his thumb flicked against that bundle of nerves and her whole body exploded…her muscles contracting over and over around his fingers and she wasn’t even aware of her scream as she experienced her first orgasm by a man’s hand.

  Her body was floating, her mind blank. Her only acknowledgement of the world was Luke, his strong body floating next to hers as she floated back to reality.

  When she finally opened her eyes, she looked up and found him staring down at her, a smug smile on his handsome features. Normally, that smile would irritate her, but at the moment, she couldn’t feel anything but giddy happiness.

  “You liked that,” he observed and she felt his fingers gliding over her stomach. “No,” he laughed, bending his head to kiss her stomach. “I won’t let you become self-conscious now. You look too beautiful like this and I want more.”

  Naya swallowed, trying to relax her muscles again. “More?” she asked, licking her lips as she thought about how beautiful that experience had been.

  He chuckled and kissed her shoulder, her neck, nuzzling that spot that was so sensitive. He moved to her breasts again, nibbling, teasing, and sucking that tip to life once more.

  Naya wiggled, her hands tugging at his hair. “What are you doing?” she begged, her body no longer sated.

  “I’m continuing,” he told her.

  She heard a foil wrapper rip open and knew what was going to happen. She was eager for it now when before, she’d been terrified. “Please, continue,” she told him, her hands sliding across his shoulders, his back. She wanted to touch all of him, but he was leaning over her, his hips between her legs and she felt that pressure build.

  He took her hands, his fingers interlacing with hers as he pulled them up over her head. “Put your legs around me,” he directed, waiting a moment for her to comply. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, okay?”

  Naya nodded her head, her inner thighs rubbing against his hips and she loved the sensation. It felt good in a strange, foreign way. There was a bit of pressure, then he pulled back, a bit more pressure as he pressed into her body, her core giving way, almost eager for his invasion.

  Deeper and deeper, then back out. She liked it when he pressed into her, but not when he left her body. “Luke,” she whispered, needing all of him.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  Naya smiled up at him, seeing the strain in his face, feeling it in his body. He wouldn’t let her touch him, but she pressed her hips higher with each thrust, showing him that she was okay. “Don’t stop,” she whispered to him as he thrust deeper.

  There was a moment of hesitation after he felt her barrier give way, but she didn’t feel any pain, didn’t care about anything other than the incredible sensation of feeling so perfectly, completely whole. Yes, there was a large amount of pressure. Yes, he was large and she shifted against him, trying to take more of him into her body. But oh yes! All of it was a huge “Yes!” she sighed, arching, taking him as deep as she could.

  “Naya!” he groaned as her body tightened against him. Moving slightly, trying to see if she was okay, he tested out the movement. When she seemed to be okay, he moved deeper, faster. With each thrust, she pressed him
deeper, taking all of him. She felt so good, so hot and tight and perfect! It was as if her body was made just for him and he wanted all of her.

  Deeper. Faster. Luke felt so incredibly good!

  Then it wasn’t good. It was…strange! That intensity built up. She stared at him, her mouth open as if she wanted to scream, but these feelings! They wouldn’t…she couldn’t…!

  And then she did! Screaming out his name, she gripped his hands with her fingers, her body arching, wiggling, and clenching as her legs tightened around him while her body throbbed with the most incredible pleasure she’d ever experienced. The last climax had been amazing, but this time…she was breathless!

  Luke tried to hold out a bit longer, give her a bit more pleasure, but with her body tightening convulsively around him like that and those sounds! Those incredibly sexy sounds, he couldn’t hold back. His body exploded right along with hers and all he could do was not crush her as he collapsed against her soft, amazing body.

  Naya smiled as Luke wrapped his arms around her. She really should leave, she thought. But it felt too good to be here. Probably dangerously good.

  “I’ll drive you home in a minute,” Luke said, but his lips kissed her neck, sending shivers throughout her body. She didn’t want to go home, she thought as she pressed herself closer to him. His chest felt good against her back and she loved the way his legs were intertwined with her own.

  For the moment, she was fine, she told herself. Just rest here for a moment, she thought. Her eyes drifted closed and she curled her fingers around his arm that was resting against her waist. It somehow felt right and secure to have his warm breath against her neck and she wanted to savor this feeling, but her eyelids were too heavy. She couldn’t keep her eyes open and she slowly, gently, drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 7

  Luke woke up with a need so strong, he had to grit his teeth to keep himself from waking Naya up and making love to her again. He’d done that once already in the middle of the night, and knew she was tender. She’d been a virgin and he hadn’t been as gentle as he should have been with her. He’d tried, but her soft moans and her delicate fingers holding him, touching him, had driven him crazy.

  So instead of making love to her again, he slipped out of the bed, showered, and started coffee. They both needed breakfast after last night, he thought.

  Although, standing in his kitchen, he wasn’t sure what to make. Naya had some weird idea in her head that her hips were too fat. He almost groaned as he thought about her hips, her legs wrapped around him as they had been last night. She wasn’t fat in any way. She was perfect. She was soft, without all of the bones poking out everywhere. Absolutely perfect.

  But he still wasn’t sure what to make her for breakfast. He started the coffee and poured himself a cup after it was finished brewing, but then peered into his refrigerator to try and figure out what to make. Fruit. Yeah, she preferred fruit, he knew that much. He’d love to whip up a big batch of scrambled eggs with bacon. But he suspected she wouldn’t want that. Or, more to the point, she would want it too much, but wouldn’t eat any of it.

  “Good morning,” he heard her say from behind him.

  Luke whipped around, disappointed to find her full dressed and looking more sexy than he’d ever thought possible. His eyes immediately went to her breasts, thinking about that almost non-existent bra and panty set he’d discovered last night. Was she wearing it again?

  He almost groaned because he knew that Naya wouldn’t ever go without underwear. And her breasts were definitely contained in a bra. Damn, but he’d love to see her breasts just free, no bra. No shirt even. Yeah, once he had her married, he’d insist on no-clothing weekends. Actually, no clothing whenever they weren’t working would be perfect.

  Pushing that thought out of his mind, for now, he closed the fridge and came closer. “Good morning,” he replied, walking over to her and kissing her. She’d found the toothbrush he’d left out for her and she tasted minty. “You look beautiful.”

  Naya pushed her red curls out of her eyes, not believing him for a moment. She had no makeup on and her hair was a wild mess, not to mention, her clothes were wrinkled because she’d found them in a heap on the floor. Of course, she hadn’t remembered them coming off last night or she would have folded them neatly. Luke hadn’t given her any time to think about clothes last night.

  “Is that coffee I smell?” she asked, hoping that there was enough for her to grab a cup before she scooted out of here.

  She didn’t want to leave. She needed to leave because last night had been too wonderful and she didn’t want to spoil that amazing time with a morning argument. But she also needed coffee. Desperately.

  A moment later, he handed her a cup. “Thank you,” she said, shifting her shoes to her other hand as she took a reviving sip.

  “What would you like for breakfast?” he asked.

  Naya stared up at him, her eyes wide with fear. This would be where the arguments began. “Um…I don’t really need any breakfast,” she told him. “I’ll just grab something when I get home.”

  He stared down at her, his eyes not revealing anything. She wished he would put on a shirt, she thought. Being this close to him, all she wanted to do was to reach out and explore all of those muscles on his chest and along is arms. They flexed as he lifted his cup, drinking his own coffee. “Is this another rule?” he asked. “No breakfast?”

  She thought about her parents in the morning, both of them arguing over who needed to get out of the house earlier, who had to clean up the breakfast dishes and who hadn’t bought enough milk.

  Shaking those thoughts aside, she focused on Luke in the present. “Breakfast as a rule? No, I don’t think so.” She had no idea what to do right at the moment. She wanted to run away or maybe kiss him good morning. Neither of those options seemed like possibilities at the moment.

  “Would you like some fruit?” he asked.

  She peered around him at the kitchen and shook her head. “Um…no. I think I’ll just…go,” she finally finished, feeling awkward. She glanced down at her feet, startled to see that she was still barefoot even though she was holding her shoes with her fingers. She quickly dropped her shoes to the floor and slipped her feet into them.

  By the time she looked up again, Luke was standing in front of her. “What’s wrong, Naya?” he asked. “Why are you nervous around me again?”

  She couldn’t really explain it to him. “This is just…all new to me,” she finally stammered.

  “And you want to head out so that you don’t have to deal with the awkwardness.”

  She looked up at him, feeling horrible. “Is that lame?” she asked.

  He chuckled. “Not lame at all. But you don’t have to run away from me,” he told her gently, one of his thumbs rubbing against her neck. “Let me get a shirt and shoes and I’ll drive you home. I guess I’d better get to work, shouldn’t I?”

  She smiled, thinking that it must be nice to be the boss. He could show up when he wanted to. “I drove here, remember?”

  His grimace made her chuckle. “I forgot.” He kissed her temple gently. “Next time, I get to come pick you up and bring you home. I know that you won’t allow dates,” he acknowledged when she opened her mouth to argue with him, “but I’m still allowed to be a gentleman.”

  He dropped his hands from her neck, holding onto her fingers gently. “About tonight…”

  Naya had been so intent on getting out of his home that she hadn’t even thought about the fact that they were supposed to be together again tonight. And that realization sent her head spinning with eagerness, excitement. Oh my! Another night in this man’s arms doing all of the things he’d done to her last night. “Yes?” she asked, holding her breath and praying that he wouldn’t tell her that something had come up. But that was probably it, she thought, trying to brace herself.

  “What time should I pick you up?” he asked. “Do you have clients today?”

  Naya almost sagged with relief. “You
still want to see me tonight?”

  His eyes revealed his surprise at her question. “Are you kidding me?”

  Naya glanced down at her fingers. “I would understand if you didn’t…”

  “Naya, look at me,” he growled. When she turned her head to look up at him, she felt as if she might just throw up, her nerves made her feel sick. “Not only do I want you to come over tonight, but I don’t want you to leave me now. I would prefer carrying you right back to my bed and making love to you for the rest of the day. And then starting all over tonight!”

  She laughed even as her heart tripped in anticipation. “Really?”

  “Yes! Hell Naya, you’re the one who set up all the rules. If you don’t want to come over tonight, you’re going to have to be honest and tell me.”

  “I do!” she stated firmly, almost before he’d even finished speaking.

  “Good! Because I know that you enjoyed last night.” He leaned closer and kissed her gently. “I’m going to be in pain until tonight,” he told her, taking her hand and resting it against his erection.

  Naya was shocked by his gesture and tried to pull her hand away. How could he be rock hard already? “What did I do to cause that to happen?” she asked, her voice a softer, huskier version of what she normally sounded like.

  “You breathed,” he groaned.

  Naya couldn’t stop the small movement of her hand against that rock hard part of him. She wanted to explore him, to feel him without the material of his slacks in the way. But when she started to touch him more, his eyes flashed fire down at her. “You’re either going to have to stop doing that, Naya, or we’re going back to bed, right now.”

  She smiled at his reaction, unaware of the feminine triumph in her eyes. “I’ll see you tonight,” she told him, even though she wanted to head back to his bedroom right this moment. She needed to be sensible though. He had to get to work and she needed to clear her mind and focus on the client she was taking through houses today.