Take Me 01 - Love Me

from her now. Not yet. Not when his need was so much stronger than his sense.
    It had been exciting to take her on the couch, the living room floor, but right now he needed to love her properly, in a bed.
    He scooped her up to take her to the bedroom and she said, “We'll get sand in the sheets.”
    Looking down at her, wanting her more with every second, he said, “Then I guess we'd better get cleaned up first.”
    He made a detour into the shower, stepping onto the ocean blue tile with her still in his arms. She reached out and turned the water on, laughing when it came down over them, cold at first, then warmer.
    He kissed her, also laughing as the water soaked them, loving how playful she was.
    When was the last time he'd been playful at all? With anyone?
    “You know,” she said with a wicked little gleam in her eyes, “now that we're here, I think we should make the most of it.”
    “I completely agree,” he said, and then a second later, he was shifting her in his arms so that her legs were around his waist and her arms were around his shoulders. He backed her up against the wall of the shower and kissed her with all the emotion he neither understood, nor could put words to.
    He’d taken her so roughly in the living room on the couch with virtually no foreplay. She'd been ready for him then, but this time he swore he was going to take his time with her body. Make sure she had her fill of pleasure before he took his.
    But, of course, she had other plans. Because before he could even so much as move his mouth from her lips to her breasts, she was shifting her weight.
    “I want to make this good for you,” he told her, but she was already sinking down onto him, stretching around him slowly, inch by inch.
    “This is good for me. So good.”
    Knowing he couldn't change her mind even if he wanted to, he gladly went with it, thrusting up into her in the next breath. She took him fully, even though he knew she had to be sore.
    “I wanted to be gentle with you this time.”
    “You are.”
    He found himself not breathing, not moving, just staring into her eyes. She was staring too and he had a feeling she was seeing down deep into his soul, past the successful surgeon all the way to the real man inside. A man that he wasn't sure he really knew.
    “I've never been with anyone like you.”
    On a little smirk, so cute, so sexy, she replied, “I blow everyone else out of the water, don't I?”
    He laughed then, how could he not? She was great.
    He'd never liked a woman more.
    He brought his mouth down hard on hers at the exact moment that he pulled back and thrust deep again. Protecting her head and back from the tile with his hands, together they pounded into each other, driving higher and higher for what they were both wanting.
    Needing.
    He felt her pubic bone grinding against his, worked like hell to hold himself off until he began to feel her slick inner muscles clench and tighten around him. And then he heard her whisper, “I love you so much,” and there was no hope left for him but to let his own climax spiral out with hers, wrapped tightly in not only her body, but also her boundless love.

Chapter Fourteen

    Janica woke up in Luke's arms, sunlight streaming in his bedroom window, his lean muscles pressed against hers, his heart beating strong and steady beneath her palm. She shifted against him, loving the play of his body on hers, his hair tickling her smooth skin, the fact that everywhere she was soft, he was hard.
    She knew right when he woke up by the way his heart beat faster beneath her hand. She pressed a kiss into his chest before whispering, “Good morning.”
    His arms tightened around her, and then he was pulling her up his body to kiss her. Just as she had every other time he had pressed his lips to hers, she lost herself in his kiss, gave herself over completely to him, and let down all of her barriers. And then, he was rolling them over so that her back was flat against the mattress and he was levered over her, staring down at her with those sinfully hot eyes of his.
    She instinctively opened herself up to him, and he moved right into place, his thick head pushing against her already wet lower lips. In the next heartbeat he was sheathed completely inside of her and she gasped at the hot, heavy weight of him filling her so perfectly.
    Holding himself completely still above her, he continued to stare at her.
    “I can't get enough of you.”
    Again, he wasn't talking about love, and