The Road Trip

• Thirteen •

When I rose from my bed, he pulled back his comforter for me to slide under. Everything had changed in the last minute. I still wanted this, but I wasn't sure what either of us were doing anymore. I was momentarily distracted by his biceps as I cupped my hand over one and rested my other hand on his chest.

"Luke..." I looked up into his face.

"Hm," he murmured between his perfect lips.

"Are we thinking or not thinking?"

I studied his face for any hint of concern, but there was none. One time and we'd go our separate ways. We just had to give up the fight to move past it because the lust between us was so thick.

"I'm thinking about you right now." His hand slid up my side under my shirt and his thumb spread out over the side of my breast. He kissed my neck below my ear, creating an icy burn that turned hot. "And I'm going to be thinking about you tomorrow." His hand followed the curve of my waist and burrowed below my shorts. His fingers grabbed my ass hard, kneading into my skin. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, and he kissed my jaw. "And the day after that." Then his hand came out of my shorts and swept down my leg. He hitched my knee over his waist, pinning himself between my legs. I felt him between my legs, and I let out a small gasp at how big he was. This was going to happen. I could see it in his eyes. They'd changed to something wild. "But the next day, I'll stop." He smirked and rolled onto his back, bringing me up to straddle him.

"I'm still going to be thinking about you on that day," I said. The feeling of having him between my legs was something I'd be thinking about years from then.

"Good. Because I'm lying. I'll never be able to get your lips out of my mind."

He brushed the straps of my tank top down my upper arms while he kept his eyes on my mouth the entire time.

I pulled my arms out and bit my bottom lip at the way he was looking at them; dark and desperate, like he could stare at them for an eternity and never get tired of it. I wet my lips, hoping they glistened, hoping he was thinking about caramel because I was thinking about chocolate. I was desperate to taste him. As he watched me, his lips parted slightly and his tongue darted between them like he was trying to taste me from a foot away.

His chest rose as he took a deep breath. "I've never wanted someone so badly in my life, Reese. I can't control myself." His index finger lightly brushed my lips. "The things I'm thinking."

The way he said my name—husky and deep, the syrup in his voice flowing. I ground my hips into him, swirling my want for him around in my lower stomach. "I feel the same way," I practically moaned.

He ran his fingertips along the side of my thighs. "You feel so good," he said under his breath. "Too good."

He sucked in a sharp breath before we couldn't stand it any longer. We brought our lips together at the same time—full meeting full—pressing hard and soft, sexy and loving. His lips parted again, and his tongue pushed into my mouth, tingling with the toothpaste he'd just used. His kisses were like life and death. The passion I could feel behind it instinctively made my hips gyrate themselves again over Luke.

He made a noise from the back of his throat as his arms wrapped wholly around my waist, pushing me down at the same time he pressed his hips into me like all of our notches fit perfectly into the others'. He released me and pushed me up from the bottom of my ribs. I let my fingers follow the path of his forearm veins until he lifted the hem of my tank top, and I raised my arms over my head. Before it even hit the ground between the beds, his hands were all over my chest, memorizing the curves, circling and massaging.

He pinched my nipples and ran a hand down my abs. "Remind me to thank your Pilates instructor."

"Wait until I run a marathon," I replied with a sly smile. I knew this could possibly be the only time this was going to happen, but I wanted to pretend like it wasn't, like we'd still be doing this far into the future.