Page 37 of Night Fury
Johanna nodded, turned on her side and watched him disappear into the bathroom. It seemed as if he were gone for an eternity, each second stretching her nerves. When he appeared again, he shut off the light, settling the room into complete darkness. Then he slipped under the covers.
She knew the exact moment he realized she was naked. Luke’s breath hitched in his throat, and her heart was beating so fast she thought she might have a stroke.
“You’re…”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Luke didn’t move closer or further away from her. Johanna turned her head to meet his gaze, and even though she couldn’t see it in the dark, she could feel it. He was completely focused on her, the intensity of his stare like a tangible force.
When he spoke next, his voice was strained, and a little part of her reveled in it. “Why?”
“Because…” She swallowed hard and tried again. “I want to be your mate, Luke. Make me your mate.”
The sheets ruffled behind her, but she didn’t move, barely breathed, so scared that something would snap them both out of this moment. Then his chest pressed against her back as he spooned her. She was so relieved that a soft sigh left her lips, but Luke’s fingers suddenly slid under her chin, making her tilt her head to meet his eyes. Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw the fire raging in his.
Luke’s mouth moved, but no words came out. His lips parted as he ran his tongue across them and she followed the movement, hyper aware of every little thing he did. Johanna committed to memory every breath he took, the warmth of his body behind her, the feel of the hairs on his arm as they tickled her neck and throat. She wanted it all, because she couldn’t stand not having a single piece of him any longer.
Finally he spoke, his voice gravely and low. “Sunflower, are you sure? I need to hear it. I need to know—”
“Yes.Yes,” she said again, hoping he believed her. Tilting slightly, she cupped his cheek, trying to communicate by touch everything she wished she knew how to say.
He groaned, released a harsh breath, and whispered, “Remember, you asked for this.”
Then his lips crushed against hers.
Luke’s kisses were all-consuming. He enraptured all her senses and threw her off balance by his gravitational pull, and she loved it. She loved him.
His fingers slid down her throat as he deepened his kiss. Luke moved slowly, deliberately, owning her flesh. His hand cupped her neck, fingers at the sides as he squeezed, choking her. Johanna moaned deep in her throat. Wet heat flooded her core and she squeezed her thighs to ease the ache. She was so sensitive to his touch, so filled with longing that if she wasn’t careful, she wouldn’t last.
Unconsciously, Johanna rocked her hips back against Luke’s, searching for the pleasure only he could provide, and he moaned. He pushed against her, pressing the outline of his erection against her ass as they moaned together. Luke’s hand squeezed around her throat again, wringing another moan from her, and she felt like putty in his hands. She was so crazy for him and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Johanna tilted her head back against the pillow, lining her lips with Luke’s to deepen the kiss. He groaned as she licked the seam of his lips, and then he opened for her, his tongue pushing into her mouth, licking, flicking and teasing her own. She buried her hand in his hair to keep his mouth fused with hers. Her other hand was trapped under her body by him, as if he knew how much she ached to touch him.
Luke brushed the back of his fingers from her shoulder down her chest, so slowly it was as if he was completely unaffected in their passionate dance, as if he had all the time in the world. But his rapid breathing and the pounding of his heart against her back told her the truth: he needed this just as much as she did.
Johanna pulled back from him, taking in his face, the soft glow starting in his eyes as she whispered, “Please.”
He looked down at her as if he worshipped the ground she walked on, as if her saying the simple word was somehow the most treasured gift she’d ever given him. Then he said, “I’ve got you, sunflower. I’ll give you anything you want.”
She shook her head. “Take,” she urged, her breath catching in her lungs as he kissed her ear, traced its pathways with his tongue. “Take what you wanted from me.”
She felt him smile against her flesh, then his hand grasped her breast, cupping and squeezing it while he ground into her ass. His other hand groped her stomach as he whispered into her ear, “What do you want me to take, sunflower?”
She moaned, arching and pressing into his body, searching more for his touch. “Everything.”
“That’s so broad, my love.” He kissed her neck, and she could feel the sharp points of his teeth press against her skin as the hand on her stomach slid lower. “Tell me what you want me to take,” he whispered, trailing a path from her neck to her shoulder. He moaned, as if the simple taste of her gave him pleasure. “Tell me what’s mine.”
Johanna squeezed the hand that cupped her breast. “My body,” she breathed, and he rewarded her with another squeeze. Then he rolled her nipple with his thumb before pinching the small bud, making her cry out.
“Yes,” he moaned. “What else?”
“My heart.” It was beating so hard for him, and as his fingers walked along her skin, sliding lower, closer to the place she needed him most, she thought she would lose her mind.
“What else?” he growled, biting her shoulder, grinding harder into her body.
She gasped as his finger finally reached her clit, sliding up and down the bud. “Breath.”
“Yes.”
