Embry busied herself with finding a spare toothbrush, and then located the toothpaste. Just after she stuck the toothbrush in her mouth, there was a soft tap at the door.
“Can I come in, Bree? Are you decent?”
Embry pulled the toothbrush out of her mouth and called, “I’m good,” before shoving it back in. She was examining herself in the mirror, her back to the door, when Luke walked in. Seeing his reflection, Embry’s hand froze, the toothbrush sticking stupidly out of her mouth; she couldn’t function at the sight of him.
He stood just inside the bathroom door with a knowing grin. “Hey.”
Embry turned to face Luke, surprised she was able to move at all. “Hey.” she garbled around the toothbrush.
Her eyes roamed Luke’s body, taking in every delicious inch. His navy sleep pants hung dangerously low on his hips, accentuating the v of his lower abs. His bare chest was all hard lines and valleys, and a Celtic cross tattoo marked his muscular bicep. But her favorite part was the dark trail of hair that started at his belly button and disappeared beneath his pants.
Embry stood, speechless, as Luke stalked toward her. He stopped directly in front of her and slowly lifted his hand to her face. Gently swiping his thumb under her lip, eyes dancing with mirth, he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “You’re drooling, baby.”
“Oh my god!” Embry squealed, covering her face with her hands. She was mortified. At some point, she had become so enthralled with a shirtless Luke that toothpaste had dribbled down her chin without her noticing. She went back to the sink, finished brushing her teeth, and bent over to splash some water on her face.
Luke brushed his teeth alongside her. When he finished, he stood, unmoving, and stared at Embry with such intensity she thought he was angry. “You didn’t put the boxers on,” he said, his voice strained.
Embry followed Luke’s eyes down to her bare legs; the shirt had ridden up considerably as she was bent over the sink. She met his eyes. “No, I didn’t.”
Luke stalked toward her again, this time not stopping until she was in his arms and he lifted her onto the counter. He slammed his mouth down on hers as she opened her legs, allowing him to move closer.
“I like you in my shirt,” he whispered between kisses.
“I do, too,” Embry replied. She ran her hands up and down his bare torso, thrilling at the feel of his smooth skin. Luke’s tongue stroked hers expertly as his hands drifted up and down her sides, leaving chills in their wake.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he commanded.
Embry complied as Luke grabbed her ass and lifted her from the countertop. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her into the bedroom.
Luke stopped at the bed, looking into Embry’s eyes. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay.”
He eased her onto the bed and crawled over her, dropping kisses on her neck, cheeks, and temple before making his way back to her lips. Supporting his weight with one arm, Luke’s other hand began a torturously slow path up Embry’s thigh and under her shirt. Her muscles clenched as his fingertips grazed the bare skin of her stomach. He drew back to look at her, but she guided his mouth back to hers, showing him with her kiss how okay she was. Her breasts swelled and her nipples tightened as his hand continued its upward journey. Embry gasped and arched off the bed as he found her breast and rolled her hard nipple between his fingers. It had been so long since she had been touched like that. Knowing it was Luke and not some quick hookup meant so much more.
He made his way across to her other breast, massaging and then pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Embry lifted her hips, pushing against Luke, and causing him to let out a low groan. He was hard and straining against the thin cotton of his pants. Letting the weight of his lower body settle between Embry’s legs, Luke began moving in a slow rhythm against her core. He felt amazing, his hard length right where she needed him. With their clothes the only barrier between them, Embry knew she was on the verge of losing it.
“Luke …” she whispered, breathless.
Sensing how close she was to the edge, Luke slowed his rhythm. “Shh, baby, not yet. I want to see you.”
Embry chewed on her lip and nodded, trying to gain control. Luke slowly pulled away, dropping kisses down her body.
He sat back on his heels between Embry’s legs and motioned her toward him. “Sit up, sweetheart.”
Embry pushed herself up and sat facing Luke. He ran his hands up her thighs until he reached the hem of the shirt. Slowly, he dragged it up her torso, past her breasts, and tugged it over her head. She eased back on the bed, exposed except for the small scrap of lace between her legs. Tossing the T-shirt aside, Luke took her in with hungry eyes.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he said as his hands trailed her naked curves. He covered her body with his, and brought his mouth down on her breast.
Embry let out a small whimper as his tongue teased her nipple.
“This okay?” Luke asked, looking up from hooded eyes.
Embry gave him a slight nod, and he kissed across her chest to her other breast. She writhed beneath him as he flicked his tongue against her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Tunneling her hands through his hair, she tried to bring his mouth back to hers.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” Luke said, his voice thick with desire.
Embry leaned forward, capturing his bottom lip with her teeth and giving it a tug. “Touch me.”
Luke shifted to his side as his hand traveled down her stomach. Her body clenched with the anticipation of what was to come. When he reached the top of her panties, he hesitated, giving Embry the chance to stop.
She wiggled under his hand, desperate for him to move lower. “Please,” she whispered, bringing her mouth to his.
Luke slid his hand over the lace of her underwear and cupped her core. Embry was so turned on, she was sure Luke could feel her dampness through her panties. He pulled the thin material aside and dragged a finger through her wetness. As he slid his fingers against her sensitive flesh, Embry let out an involuntary moan, bucking against him.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Luke’s eyes lit with desire. “Yes what, beautiful?”
“Yes, I like that.” Feeling his erection against her leg, Embry reached down to stroke Luke through his pants.
He shuddered at her touch, clearly affected, but pulled away. “No, this is about you,” he said, and slid one finger inside her.
Embry moaned her approval as he worked her with his expert fingers, but she wouldn’t give up. She wanted to feel him. She ran her hand over him once more, and when he didn’t protest, Embry grew bolder. Following the dark dusting of hair down his stomach, she slipped her hand inside his waistband. Before he had the chance to pull away again, Embry wrapped her fingers firmly around him and moved her hand in a long, smooth stroke.
“Oh fuck,” Luke choked out. Before long, he was rocking his hips against her while keeping up a delicious rhythm inside of her. He kissed her breathless, his fingers pushing her over the edge as he pumped into her hand. He ran his tongue up Embry’s neck, capturing her earlobe between his teeth. “Let go, Bree,” he whispered.
He ran his thumb over her swollen flesh, and Embry fell apart, continuing to stroke him until he found his own release.
“Oh God,” Embry moaned, writhing beneath him. Luke’s face was still buried in her neck, and she felt his smile against her skin.
“Nope, just me, baby.” He pulled away from her neck and leaned in for another slow, delicious kiss.
“Mmm, that felt good,” Embry said against his lips. She wrapped her arms around him, trailing her hands up and down his muscular back.
Luke looked down on Embry with adoration. “Yes, it did.” He pushed up on his elbows, the muscles in his arms bulging and stealing Embry’s attention. “I’m gonna go clean up. Need anything?”