husk from my hand, not
caring when it landed on the carpet before running my hands up
Luke’s arms to tangle my fingers in his hair. I loved the feel of
it in my hands, so soft and thick, adding another sensation to the
already overwhelming tide drowning me in seduction. The silver ring
piercing his lower lip pressed against mine, the contrast of its
cool hardness against my heated skin driving me wild.
We broke the kiss, both of us breathing hard,
our foreheads pressed together as we gazed into each other’s eyes.
He lightly skimmed his fingers up my arms to where my fingers were
still tangled in his hair, wincing slightly as my fingers tightened
convulsively before releasing it from my grasp.
I blushed, muttering, “Sorry.”
“Its ok,” Luke said. “I like knowing that I
have that effect on you.” His voiced dropped an octave as he leaned
in again. “Its only fair for what you do to me.”
Whuh? What I do to him? What the fuck has he
been smoking?
I sat back against the arm of the couch,
watching him guardedly as he looked at me with hooded eyes, his
lips curved up at the corners in a lazy smile.
“It’s your shot, sugar,” Luke drawled.
I blinked owlishly at him, trying to get my
wits together but failing miserably. How can he be so calm? I sat
up and grabbed the shot, not wasting any time with the salt or
lime, and downed it. Yikes. That was a mistake, because that shit burns ! I choked on a cough as my eyes watered and, feeling
like a moron, I felt Luke’s hand pound my back. I finally caught my
breath and held up my hand so that Luke would quit pounding on me
before I looked over at him, blushing furiously.
“You okay there, sunshine?” Luke asked,
laughing softly.
I nodded.
“My turn again, then.” Luke poured another
shot and grabbed the salt shaker before leaning in close to me
again. He jerked his head in the universal motion for ‘come here’
before tilting my head to the side with his hand on the nape of my
neck. I felt his warm breath bathe my skin just before his lips
closed over the sensitive skin of my neck, right at the curve where
it meets my shoulder. My breath shuddered out as he gently suckled
before flicking his tongue against my skin.
He pulled back and sprinkled salt sparingly
over the dampness he left behind before grabbing the shot and
placing another lime wedge between my lips. I waited for what was
coming, holding my breath, surprised when he reached up with his
free hand and pulled out the clip holding my hair up in place. My
hair tumbled down in waves around my shoulders. I glanced up at
Luke, watching in fascination as his eyes darkened before he
tangled his fingers roughly in my hair at the back of my neck, and
then, pulling my head sharply to the side, he licked the salt off
my skin, and downed the shot. Then, with his fingers still tangled
in my hair, he took the lime from my lips, again leaving behind the
tart and tangy flavor of lime and tequila. After taking the lime
out of his mouth and tossing it to the table, he brought his lips
back to mine, kissing me deeply. His tongue swept inside my mouth,
tangling with mine, stealing my breath with the intensity.
Luke used his fingers, still entwined in my
hair, to thrust my head back, exposing my throat to him. He licked
across my full bottom lip, sucked it between his teeth, and nipped
at it sharply. A surprised sound escaped from me at how good that
felt; the perfect combination of pain and pleasure. I felt his
other hand slide up my thigh, skim my ribs and cup my breast, his
thumb finding and circling my nipple with sure strokes.
I moaned into his mouth and he dragged his
lips down my cheek to my neck, kissing, sucking, and licking every
inch of my skin along the way. His fingers left my hair and both
hands then cupped my breasts, palming the soft firmness of my
flesh. I arched into his hands, my thighs squeezing together
restlessly, trying to alleviate the ache building between them.
“Emma,” Luke