Take Me 01 - Love Me

she looked up at him again, the rest of her words caught in her throat. He wasn't saying a word, but it was almost as if she could hear his thoughts as he watched her struggle with herself.
    Tonight, this, what we're doing, won't change anything. You'll still be you and I'll still be me. I'm only asking you to give me one night. I'm only asking you to give me this. And then tomorrow everything will go back to normal.
    Lord, how she wanted to believe it, wanted to believe that come morning she'd be back in complete control of her world, of her place in it. That she'd be back in control of herself. And her heart. Just as she always had been.
    And wasn't it the truth that if she ran from him now, if she ran from what she was feeling, all it would do was prove just how out of control she was?
    Of course she could do this, of course she could let Luke lead their erotic dance for one night without losing herself. She was strong enough not to lose herself in him, in his needs.
    In her own needs.
    Still, getting up off the couch and moving toward him, her legs partially bound by fabric, wasn't the easiest thing she'd ever done. Not just because it was physically awkward, but because of the ongoing fight she was having with her pride the entire way.
    Until the moment he dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. And she saw the most beautiful erection in the world.
    He was so thick.
    And so wide.
    And so long.
    She was so completely focused on his erect shaft, pointing upright, almost laying against his stomach, that it was almost an afterthought to realize that she was now standing in front of him. Not taking her eyes off of his penis, she instinctively dropped to her knees.
    Reverently, she raised one hand to him to touch him softly with the pad of her index finger. She ran it down the shaft, over the raised veins, felt them throb beneath her light touch.
    He was so hot, velvety smooth skin stretched over steel.
    So beautiful.
    And all hers.
    For one night.
    Salivating at the thought of tasting him, of running her tongue up, down, and around his shaft, she forced herself to take it slow by wrapping her hand around his huge shaft first. Her hands were fairly average-sized for a small woman, but even once she added her second hand above the first, she didn't come close to spanning the full length.
    Finally, she raised her eyes and found him staring down at her with such desire it literally took her breath away. Unable to do anything but react, she tightened her grip on his shaft. His arousal slipped out and onto her fingers.
    “Use your mouth.”
    His words were gritty and filled with stark need, less a demand now than a plea of his own.
    Didn't he already know that nothing could have stopped her from taking him in her mouth? Still, there was something impossibly sexy about his telling her what to do. And when to do it.
    Just this once.
    Tonight with Luke, all rules were off.
    Which worked perfectly for a woman who had never much cared for following the rules.
    A moment later she was leaning in closer, breathing in the clean, heady scent of his arousal, and then hot, hard flesh was on her tongue and she was taking him into her mouth, opening up as wide as she could to accommodate not only his thick head but the wide shaft that followed as well.
    His hands had threaded through her hair, holding her against him. Her hands were on his thighs and his quadriceps bunched and tightened beneath her fingertips with every inch deeper that she managed to take him into her throat. With gentle pressure, he rocked himself further into her and she made herself relax the muscles in her throat to take even more.
    Her mouth still on him, she groaned at the delicious thought of being stretched wide...everywhere. His erection throbbed hard once, then twice in her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair.
    “Don't do that again,” he growled. “Hell, don't even move.”
    Suddenly, she could taste more of him, and knew that her inadvertent groan must have reverberated all around him.
    Feeling wicked, she hummed really, really softly. God, he was delicious.
    A heartbeat later, her mouth was empty.
    Still on her knees, she watched him yank off his shirt, take off his shoes, and shed his pants and boxers completely.
    Wow.
    She'd spent the past ten years working with models, both female and male. But she'd never seen this.
    Luke Carson was perfect.
    Belatedly realizing she was sitting there with her mouth hanging open, she gave him a saucy little