Love me till the end

Chapter 19

"Are you awake?"

Luke's nostrils flared, taking in a faint yet pleasing fragrance. "I am now." He was lying, he'd been awake most of the night and aware of the woman cuddled against him. He sucked in a deeper breath struggling to open his eyes, realizing his nose was pressed against the side of Charlie's neck. Soft, fragrant hair and the silken warmth of her skin was an arousing mixture that hit his senses full on.

His arm around her waist held her against him. Luke couldn't fool himself into thinking it was a natural reaction he'd had in his sleep, because he'd pulled her against him as soon as he'd crawled in next to her.

He clenched his teeth when she shifted slightly, but she only settled herself more fully against him. Rubbing her sexy ass against his cock until he couldn't pretend he was sleeping anymore. He was hard as stone now and Luke would like nothing better than to flip Charlie over and drag her beneath him.

"Stop wiggling, woman!" It was the exact opposite of what he wanted, but he could only stand so much of her teasing before he lost his patience.

"I'm sorry, are you uncomfortable?" Her voice was slightly throaty and a lot sexy, raking mercilessly over Luke's nerve endings. It warmed him more than any fire.

He swallowed a groan, praying for inner control. She'd done everything in her power to entice him during dinner the night before and he'd resisted by running away. But having Charlie in his arms now was testing his control.
Why is it so difficult to ignore her?

That answer was easy. He knew it was a battle between mind and body. And right now his body was reminding him how good it felt fucking her. How alive and complete she made him feel. The thought was never very far from Luke's tortured mind. When he lost himself in Charlie's warmth he felt renewed again. It wasn't just lust between two people fulfilling a need in each other. It was more complex than that.

She moved again, producing a surge of excitement through Luke's body which settled heavily in his gut. The breath hissed through his teeth in an effort to control the need to thrust his hips
against her, but the fire racing through his blood demanded the opposite. If this was a continuation of her little seduction act from the night before, he knew he was in trouble.

Without warning Charlie sat up and started to unbutton the flannel shirt she was wearing. Luke's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "I'm roasting!" she whispered, not looking at him.

Luke didn't doubt it; he was fairly on fire, too.

She slipped off the shirt and tossed it aside. He quietly watched her movements, his gaze moving over the outline of her profile in the long johns she'd changed into before going to bed. Her nipples were hard against the clinging material, poking out like little pebbles begging for attention beneath the knit top. When Charlie lay back down, the action gave Luke a tantalizing view of her breasts where the material parted. The rolling blast of heat enveloping his highly aroused body almost suffocated him.

"Aren't you hot?" She surprised him by turning to face him, her sugar and spice tone anything but innocent. At that moment Luke knew by the brazen fire in her eyes that Charlie was in the same aroused state he was.

He refused to respond to her loaded question.

Charlie peered at him with bold desire in her soft, smoky eyes and a naiveté on her face that touched him, bringing out his protective instincts. It dawned on Luke that she was scared too, as frightened of rejection, as he was of commitment. As her long lashes swept over her eyes hiding them from his view, something untamed uncurled in Luke's gut, a need so strong that he was afraid for the first time, afraid of what it meant and where it would take them.