Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

MACI

L ukas pulls up outside what looks like a luxury spa on the edge of an upscale town outside the city. The parking lot is empty, which is strange at this time of the day. The whole place looks deserted. He looks at me with a playful twist to his lips, an almost boyish playfulness in his eyes.

"I thought it would be better to have the place to ourselves," he says. "That way, we don't need to wear swimming stuff and can work up an appetite before lunch."

He looks so handsome, his face clean-shaven, emphasizing his strong jawline. His eyes fixate on me. He's wearing a T-shirt that shows me his muscled arms. Knowing what he looks like naked, I can't help but picture him with nothing on at all.

"So, this was your plan, huh?" I tease. "You just want to get me naked."

He leans over, his hand on my leg again. I'm already sticky and hot from where we kissed the last time. My body is oh-so ready for him every single second we're together. It's like the more physically intimate we get, the easier it is to ignore just how messed up this is.

"Not just that," he says, his lips close to mine.

I sink hungrily into the kiss. I shouldn't be shocked by now at how easily kissing and being intimate makes me forget everything else, including my best friend. He's like a drug I never want to quit.

Stepping from the car, he looks around the empty parking lot before walking around to my side. When he offers me his hand, it feels like we're a couple, like nothing or nobody can ever hurt us. We walk hand-in-hand toward the spa. Reaching into his pocket, he takes out a key and opens the main entrance.

"Lunch is already prepared," he says, his hand on the small of my back. "I thought it best if we were completely alone."

I lean against him, savoring this moment and closeness because I know it'll all end soon. No, I can't think like that. I need to block it all away. I need to pretend this can somehow work.

"This is a great idea," I assure him. "It's like when we first met. Well, not met …"

"I know what you mean." He nudges me playfully. "The first time you spied on me in the pool."

A blush rises in my cheeks like the old shy Maci is trying to break out. Instead, I nudge him right back, digging him in the side. He laughs and sweeps me into his arms. We're standing in a fancy marble lobby, but nobody's at the desk. We're all alone.

He pulls me into another kiss. I collapse against him, digging my fingernails into his chest, feeling his firmness. He drives his hips forward, letting me feel his massive, swollen cock. He's already so hard for me, so ready.

"It's like there's been an apocalypse," I murmur, "and we're the only ones left."

His cheeks are slightly red, too, passion bursting through him. He looks experienced and mature, but at the same time, it's like a young man's fierceness is exploding inside of him. It's like he's ready to start an adventure together.

"Maybe that's what we should pretend. We're the only people left, just you and me."

A shiver runs through my entire body, especially when he presses against me with even more passion, letting me feel how solid he is, my nipples brushing up on his chest. He snarls and grabs my hips, lengthening his arms to make some distance between us, as though he wants—needs—to look at me.

"Ready for a swim?" he says with a smirk.

I swallow, my heart pounding hard. There's no way it's okay for us to cross that line before Kayla knows the truth. My core aches at that thought. If we wait until Kayla knows, we'll never be able to go all the way. I'll live the rest of my life without knowing what it's like to have my man's big hard dick inside of me, without feeling that connection, melting into each other, the feeling of belonging.

"Yeah," I say.

He kisses my cheek, sending more warmth over my skin. "Is something wrong?"

Everything's wrong . "No."

He takes my hand, leading me into a large swimming pool area. A sauna, a jacuzzi, and a pool are lit by warm yellow electric lights. There aren't any windows, enhancing that closed-off-from-the-world feeling. There are two recliner seats laid out.

"I brought you a change of clothes," he says.

"How did you know my size?" I ask.

He smirks, his hand on the small of my back, controlling me that way. He guides me nearer to him. I'm addicted , he said, and I believe it. He can't go a few minutes without feeling me pressed against him. "I went into the store and asked for curvy perfect ."

I put my hand on his chest and tilt my head. "Luke…"

He laughs softly. "I've got a variety of sizes, just in case. I should warn you that the dress I bought will make me want to take it off again."

I bite my lip. He groans and takes a step back.

"Is something wrong with you? " I ask.

"When you bite your lip like that, I want to fuck you so, so badly. I want to fuck your mouth. Get my cock good and wet, and then fuck your tight, wet slit." He's shaking as he speaks. It's like he can't stop. "I want to fuck you over and over, making it clear who you belong to."

He grabs the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly, revealing his muscled stomach. As he strips, I realize nothing could make me look away, even if Kayla ran in here. I quickly push down that thought.

"Take off your clothes," he tells me gruffly.

My hands tremble as I reach down for my shirt. He pulls his over his head, then immediately locks eyes on me again, his mouth slightly parted like he'll start salivating. It's only been a week since we last were intimate, but it feels so much longer—like years have passed. The desire is so undeniable.

He grabs his belt and pulls it loose. I can already see how hard he is from the outline of his jeans.