Take Me 01 - Love Me

actually hurt.
    “Okay.”
    He didn't look convinced. “I know it's a lot to ask.”
    Slowly shifting her weight down his hips to get closer to the erection that she’d felt growing against her backside during their conversation, she said, “I'm all for fun,” as she wriggled down over him. “Although in the name of full disclosure, there is one thing, though, that I don't think I'm going to be able to promise you.”
    “Tell me,” he said, his hips shifting with hers, easily finding her wet heat.
    “I don't think I'm going to be able to stop telling you that I love you. ”
    With that said, she pushed down onto him, taking him all the way to the hilt.
    “I don't want you to stop,” he said.
    Surprise at his stark admission made her open up even more, both between her legs and behind her breast-bone. “I won't, Luke. No matter what.”
    But in the aftermath of their orgasms, Janica realized she didn't actually know what he'd meant. Had he simply been telling her not to stop the erotic slide of her body against his because he'd been about to come?
    Or was it the outpouring of love from her heart that he didn't want to end?

Chapter Fifteen

    Luke couldn't remember feeling like this since he was a little boy. When he was with Janica, he caught snippets of freedom. Of happiness.
    And the sex was beyond great.
    Jesus, he'd never come like this, not with anyone else. He finally understood why the French called it “la petite mort.” Being with Janica, taking her to the edge and then following her over, almost felt like it was obliterating the dark patches inside of him, one orgasm at a time.
    The next day when they could finally stop devouring each other's bodies, they drove a couple miles down the road to go for a hike and then she made him stop at every little store and cafe on the way back to the cabin. What should have taken fifteen minutes, took over an hour. He'd never met anyone as interested in everything around her. Especially when he knew that, if it were up to him, he would have kept his focus on the unimportant goal of getting back to the cabin to the exclusion of all else.
    In the afternoon, she apologized about having to take care of some work. He knew she was successful, but he hadn't realized quite what an extensive operation she ran until he caught snippets of her detailed conversations from the kitchen over the next few hours.
    Two days with her and he couldn't imagine what that kitchen would look like without her in it. He couldn't imagine sleeping alone. Hell, he couldn't even imagine showering alone at this point.
    He hadn't invited her to come here, to invade his life, but now that she was here the crazy truth was that he was glad.
    So damn glad it scared him...because he knew it couldn't possibly last forever, this fantasy world they were living in just steps away from the ocean and the forest.
    It was getting dark when he realized he was missing her too much to stay outside and give her privacy any longer. She dropped the phone on to the counter just as he walked in, looking mildly irritated.
    And totally beautiful.
    He knew another moment of fear. It was a big deal for her to give him these days away from her business. The look on her face after hanging up the phone told him how badly she was needed at the office.
    She was going to leave.
    No. Not yet!
    His entire body tensed. His gut clenched tight, like it was being held by a ruthless fist. He needed to stop her, had to convince her somehow, someway, to stay. At least for a little while longer.
    Because he needed her. So badly it shocked the hell out of him.
    She swept out of the cabin. “I need to go dancing. Now.”
    She threw his car keys at him and he barely caught them before they fell over the edge into the thick brush. “You're not leaving?”
    The words came out before he could stop them, before he could delete the pathetic undertone of need, of fear beneath them. She stopped running down the stairs to look back at him with a frown.
    “Not without you, I'm not.”
    The rush of relief, of joy, nearly knocked him over.
    By the time he got down to the bottom of the stairs she was standing in the gravel parking lot looking disapprovingly at his Porsche. Every other woman he'd ever been with had practically wanted to do his car.
    Somehow it was fitting that Janica seemed annoyed by it instead.
    “Why can't you just drive a truck?” Before he could answer, she shot him an irritated glance, and said, “Because let me tell