Family Man

deeper and deeper until she could not move without being aware of its overpowering embrace. She realized she did not want to be free now. She twisted against Luke, seeking more of his fire.
    He responded by moving his palm up over her leg and under the hem of her skirt. He did not pause. His hand slipped along the inside of her thigh, gliding lightly over her silken pantyhose straight to the heart of her own fire. His fingers closed gently around her.
    Katy cried out softly as a deep tremor shook her.
    “You're already wet,” Luke said, sounding pleased and satisfied and awed all at the same time. “Hot and wet. I can feel you right through your panties and these damn pantyhose.” He squeezed gently.
    “ Luke .” Katy was having difficulty breathing.
    “Relax. I told you there was no rush.”
    “I can't relax. Luke, I feel so strange.”
    “You feel beautiful.” He released her long enough to slide his hand beneath the waistband of her underwear.
    He eased the pantyhose and her panties down over her hips and off her bare feet in one slow, sensuous movement that was a caress in itself. Katy clung to him when his hand returned to the damp, hot place between her thighs.
    She buried her face against his shoulder when Luke tested her gently with one finger.
    “Tight,” he said in her ear. “Tight but ready.” He eased his finger back out of the snug passage and used her own moisture to lubricate her small, swelling button of desire.
    He repeated the action slowly and deliberately, easing his finger into her and then teasing the small nubbin of female flesh. He did it again.
    And again.
    The delicious torment seemed to go on forever.
    A desperate hunger gripped Katy. She felt ready to explode. She dug her nails into Luke's back. She kissed him frantically, her lips moving feverishly over his mouth, his throat, his chest.
    “Now?” Luke asked softly.
    “Oh, God, yes. Yes .”
    “You're sure?”
    She bit down on his lower lip, punishing him gently. “Yes. Now. Do it.”
    “All right, honey. If that's what you want.”
    She was vaguely aware that Luke was unfastening his black jeans. She heard the rasp of his zipper and felt his hand move as he made himself ready for her. There was a soft ripping sound in the darkness as he opened the small foil packet with his teeth.
    Katy waited eagerly for him to pick her up and carry her over to the bed. But he made no effort to get up out of the chair. Instead he lifted her slightly and turned her so that she was gazing straight down at him. He put his hands on her thighs and urged her legs apart so that she straddled him.
    “What are you doing?” Katy asked, too dazed with desire to understand.
    Luke's eyes glittered in the shadows. “Taming fire.”
    He lowered her slowly. Katy gasped when she realized what he intended. So much for the bed. He was going to make love to her right there in the chair. A chair , for heaven's sake. She could not believe it. This was what came of consorting with sorcerers, she thought.
    She felt Luke's broad shaft brush against her, probing gently. She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders. “So big,” she whispered, startled at the size of him.
    Luke gave a short, husky laugh. “Don't worry, sweetheart. We're going to fit together perfectly.”
    He began to ease himself into her, letting her set the pace. Katy gripped his shoulders tightly and held her breath as she sank down slowly.
    He was big. She felt him opening her, stretching her, making a place for himself in the very heart of her. Her body clenched in reaction. Luke forced himself slowly, gently past the tightness. Katy felt him climb higher and higher within her until she was full.
    “Feel the fire, sweetheart,” Luke said against her throat. “Let it burn.”
    He gripped her hips and urged her into a passionate rhythm. With a soft exclamation of wonder and surrender Katy gave herself up to the surging pattern. Her body took control. She wrapped herself around Luke, riding him as though he were a magnificent wild stallion.
    When the flames swept through her she did not recognize them for what they were. It was the first time she had ever experienced them. Stunned at the power of her own body, uncertain of what to expect next, she whispered Luke's name like a mantra.
    “That's what the fire feels like,” Luke said. His hands tightened on her hips. “Don't be afraid of it. You were born to walk in fire.”
    With a tiny, muffled shriek of surprise Katy