Luke’s eyes clench shut. “Oh god, Nat, you feel so good.”

“So do you.” I pull myself up and kiss his lips, tasting him and me.

He moves his hips now, sliding that deliciously large and hard cock up and down my folds, but not slipping inside me yet. The tip keeps bumping up against my clitoris, shooting sparks of sensation through me.

“Let me touch you,” I beg.

“God yes, touch me.”

Halleluiah!

I grip his hair in my hands and pull his face to mine. He kisses me voraciously, and while what he’s doing against my center feels so fantastic, I just want him in me.

“Luke,” I breathe against his mouth.

“What do you need, baby?”

“You. In. Me. Now.” Each word is a staccato between kisses. He groans, deep in his throat and finally slips inside me.

Hard.

Oh sweet Jesus!

“Ah!” He’s pounding into me, over and over, each thrust harder than the last. His breath is ragged and broken. I reach down and grab his ass, pulling him harder.

“Oh, Natalie, come with me baby.”

His words, his voice, are my undoing and I explode around him. I am just sensation, as he pushes inside me to the hilt, grinding and grinding, moving back and forth, as he empties himself into me.

I run my fingers up his spine and push them gently through his damp hair as he shudders over me, whispering my name like a prayer.

Chapter Twelve

I love his hair. It’s just the right length for me to run my fingers through the softness, over and over. Luke sighs in contentment, his cheek resting against my sternum and I cradle him in my arms.

We stay this way for a long while, in companionable silence.

When his breathing slows, and I think he’s gone to sleep, he raises his head, kisses my chest where his cheek has been and our eyes meet.

“Stay with me this weekend.”

“I thought we’d already established that,” I reply.

“Damn right.” He kisses me quickly then rolls off me, and strolls into the bathroom. Yes, he has a fine derriere.

“I have a question,” I call to him in the bathroom.

“Shoot,” he calls back.

“Did you have a butt-double in your movie?” I pull my dress over my head and begin finger-combing my hair, tying it back in a ponytail.

“Uh…” I hear water running in the sink and he pokes his head out the door.

“No.”

“Oh.” How do I feel about this?

“I thought you didn’t see the movies?” He flashes his half smile at me. Swoon!

“I didn’t. That was a particularly favorite scene of Jules’.” I explain.

“Ah.” He disappears back into the bathroom for a few minutes then reappears in fresh red boxers – drool! –and pulls on his discarded jeans and white button down shirt.

“I don’t know how I feel about that.” I murmur as I watch him dress.

“Why?”

“I don’t think I like it that everyone in the free world has seen your ass.”

He pulls me off the bed and against his solid chest, linking his hands at my low back.

“Why, Natalie, are you jealous?”

“Of about a hundred million girls ogling you?” I raise an eyebrow.

“What’s to be jealous of?”

“Absolutely nothing.” He gently sweeps his lips over mine in that way he has that makes my knees all weak.

“Your hands and eyes are the only ones I want on my ass, baby.”

“Okay,” I whisper against his mouth.

“If I’m going to stay here this weekend,”

I step back out of his arms and grasp his hands in mine. “I need to run home and grab a few things. I hadn’t planned on a weekend vacation.”

“Let’s go do that now, then come back here.”

“You want to spend all weekend here at the house?”

“Most of it, yes.” He brings my hands to his lips. “We can hang out here today, do whatever you want. Let me cook for you and take care of you.”

My jaw drops, I’m unable to articulate words.

“And tomorrow, I want you to go to my parents’ house with me for dinner.”

“What?”

“They do a family thing every Sunday, and I think my brother’s in town for the weekend.”

“I can’t meet your family!” I pull my hands out of his and wrap my arms around my stomach. Meet his family!

“Why not?”

“You’ve known me less than a week!”

“So?”

“So? So! Luke…”

He quickly grabs my hands again and smiles lazily down into my panicked eyes.

“It’s just some burgers on the grill, Nat. It’s no biggie. I want you to meet my family.”

“Aren’t we moving kind of fast?”

He scowls and looks down at our hands then back into my eyes.

“You’re staying the weekend with me. Part of my weekend is spending an afternoon with my family. I want you to come.”

He wants me to meet his family! I just can’t quite wrap my head around this.

But he looks so hopeful, and I must admit, part of me is very curious to meet his parents and see where he grew up.

“Okay, I’ll come.”

His eyes light up with boyish excitement. “You will?”

“Yes, I can’t seem to resist your charms,” I mutter sarcastically.