Chapter 19

Luke laid her down on the bed, hovering over her as he did. Paisley smiled up at him, waiting for him to continue the kisses.

He didn't disappoint and after only a moment, he covered her lips with his again. Luke didn't linger though, traveling from her cheek to her ear and the side of her neck. His feather-light kisses spurred her need higher as he moved.

"Luke," she whimpered.

"Do you need more, baby?" Luke asked.

She wasn't one to speak her needs in bed, or really anywhere, but she nodded anyway.

Luke pulled away from her, standing up and taking off his shirt. He dropped his hands to his belt but stopped, and instead his hands went to her.

Painfully slowly, Luke undressed her like he was unwrapping a gift. Paisley moved her hands to help speed things up but he stopped her, wanting to do it his way. She lay there until she was fully exposed to him, naked on the bed, watching.

She wasn't the only one watching, though. Luke's eyes roamed her body, burning a trail down as he took her in.

"Mine," he said.

"Yours," she agreed. She had no idea that she would like her lover possessive, but it turned out she did.

Luke finally removed his pants and boxers, never looking away from her, and with no condom needed to slow down the process, he came back to her.

His kiss was less hurried this time. No, there was no rush. It was passionate and lingering. Paisley found no reason to go faster, even as her need continued to build. She felt his, too. He was rock-hard and pressing against her.

She broke the kiss, turning her head and taking a deep breath in. Him, his presence, everything about him overwhelmed her in the best way possible.

Luke raised up on his elbows, keeping their bodies as close together as he could as he slowly, slowly entered her. They both moaned at the contact as he filled her, holding eye contact as he did.

He continued his slow torture of them both for several minutes. Luke slid from her and then buried himself again. It was a sort of pleasure pain that neither one of them was willing to stop.

"Move up," Luke said, urging her to shift onto the bed all the way.

She did, having completely forgotten that their legs weren't even on the bed. Luke went with her. Her moving while he stayed within her was another experience altogether, one she relished.

Once they were both fully on the bed, Luke held her gaze again as he picked up the pace. It didn't take much for her to reach the edge, teetering on the precipice of something more, something she was climbing to, reaching for.

Luke slid his hands between them, finding her sensitive spot and applying just the right amount of pressure. She closed her eyes as she flew over the edge with Luke right there with her.

It took minutes for her breathing to slow and her heartbeat to return to something that could be considered normal. Luke was the same as he finally rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

There were no words that could describe what had just happened. It was more than sex, an emotional connection that was undeniable. That was making love.

"Come on," Luke said, pulling her from the bed.

He led them both to the shower where they took their time cleaning each other off until they were both ready to step out. Luke stayed in contact with her body in some way. She loved it.

They got into bed under the covers this time and she curled up against him, her wet hair splayed across the pillow behind her. Her head was rested on his chest and both of his arms wrapped around her.

Sleep was threatening to claim her as she felt Luke's breathing even out. She held tight to the words that had been playing in her mind as she drifted into her own deep sleep. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she was speaking but she couldn't stop it as those words spilled out.

"I love you."