54. Natalie

Chapter 54

Natalie

Luke turnsme so I’m walking backward as he lowers his mouth back to mine.

I lift my hands between us and start undoing his shirt buttons.

There is no more waiting.

The sound of the door slamming shut echoes through the room, but we keep moving, Luke’s mouth on mine, and his hands on the button of my pants.

He lifts his head, and my eyes slide open.

“What…” Luke blinks. “Where’s the bed?”

I turn my head and see the large living room space we’re standing in.

“There.” I tip my head toward an open set of French doors.

Luke keeps his hold on me, making me walk backward toward the bedroom.

When we reach the room, neither of us bothers with the lights, since the curtains are open, letting in the glow of the strip.

“This room is nuts,” Luke says as he pulls my shirt up over my head.

“I know the owners,” I tell him as I undo his belt, and our slushie cups fall to the floor.

“Better not be an ex,” he growls as he kicks his shoes and pants off.

Satisfaction blooms across my skin at his jealousy.

Luke narrows his eyes at me as he shrugs his shirt off, leaving him in nothing but a pair of bulging black boxer briefs. “Natalie.”

I toe my shoes off and kick them to the side. “Not an ex.”

I try not to smile, but I fail.

“If you’re lying to me…” He reaches for my pants.

“I’m not lying.”

“Good.” Luke starts to tug my pants down my legs. “Take off your bra, Princess.”

I do what he says, watching the top of his head as he grips the top of my panties and pulls them down too.

When Luke stands to his full height, his chest is rising and falling in time with my own. “On the bed.”

My eyes drop as his hands move to his last piece of clothing.

His palm grips his length through the cotton, and my core pulses as I watch.

My body sways, the sight of it tipping me off balance.

“Bed.” Luke says the word like it weighs a thousand pounds.

I scramble to the center of the bed, but I keep my eyes on his hands.

Luke shoves the band of his boxers down, and even though I’ve seen it before, my mouth still opens at the sight.

God, he’s perfect.

Naked, Luke places one knee, then the other, on the mattress before he bends forward to crawl over me. But when he puts weight on his arm, he grimaces and drops to his side.

Luke lands on the mattress next to me and rolls onto his back.

“Are you okay?” I lift onto my elbow.

Luke nods. “Forgot about my shoulder. Gonna need you on top tonight, Princess.”

I blink at him, then down at his cock that’s pointing to the ceiling.

“What?”

Luke pats his chest. “Be a good Little Royal and sit on my face.”