BILLIONAIRE'S UNINTENDED BRIDE

Chapter 37: Back To NYC

Chapter 37: Back To NYC

Landing at JFK Airport, the familiar buzz of the city welcomed me, but my mind was elsewhere, teeming with anticipation and nerves. I scanned the crowd, and there he was – Luke. He stood with an effortless grace, his figure cutting a striking silhouette against the bustling backdrop. Dressed impeccably, he leaned against a pillar with the nonchalance of a man used to waiting, yet his eyes betrayed a hint of eagerness.

As our gazes locked, he pushed off from his casual stance and strode towards me. His presence, a magnetic force, drew me in. When he enveloped me in his arms, there was a palpable tension, a mix of longing and restraint. His voice, a husky whisper near my ear, sent a shiver down my spine. "I've been fantasizing all day about the things I want to do to you."

His words, laced with desire, ignited a fire within me. I laughed, a nervous flutter in my stomach. "Mr. Walton, how about a proper greeting first? Like, welcome home?" My voice was a blend of teasing and anticipation, the familiar dance of our flirtation.

He responded with a devilish grin, his eyes gleaming. "Trust me, the way I'm greeting you is much better. I'm just trying to keep to your rule of no public displays, but it's a struggle not to kiss you right here." His voice was a low growl, filled with a yearning that mirrored my own.

The drive back in the car was a study in controlled tension. Luke's grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw set in a line of concentration. The air between us crackled with unspoken promises and restrained desire.

"I didn't realize how much self-control it took to drive a car," I teased, trying to lighten the mood yet acutely aware of the building tension.

"Emily, you have no idea. You're testing the limits of my restraint," he replied, his voice strained with a desire that sent another shiver through me. Our eyes met briefly in the rearview mirror, a silent conversation of longing and anticipation.

Once inside his penthouse, the pretense of restraint we had maintained evaporated. Luke's hands were on me in an instant, pressing me against the wall with a need that was almost palpable. His lips found mine in a fierce, hungry kiss that left me breathless. His touch, urgent and exploring, sent waves of desire coursing through me. Clothes were shed in a flurry, each piece discarded adding to the intensity of the moment.

"I've missed you, missed making you scream my name," he murmured against my lips, his hands framing my face with a tenderness that contrasted with the passion of his kiss.

His exploration continued, his lips trailing a path down my neck, each kiss igniting a deeper longing within me. He lavished attention on my breasts, his tongue teasing and tantalizing, eliciting soft, involuntary moans from me. My fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him closer, surrendering to the sensations.

His journey didn't stop there; his kisses ventured lower, igniting fires along their path. His fingers deftly removed the last barrier of my lingerie, leaving me bare and exposed to his gaze and touch. Gently, he lifted me in his arms, carrying me to the bedroom. He laid me down with a careful tenderness, his eyes never leaving mine, conveying a message of desire and care.

In the bedroom, Luke's mouth resumed its exploration with renewed fervor. His attention to my body was thorough, each touch and kiss designed to heighten the pleasure. The sensation of his tongue against my skin wrote stories of desire that only we could read. Under his skilled touch, I was brought to the edge of ecstasy, teetering on the brink before tumbling over into bliss.

As Luke's exploration deepened, his touch became a language of its own, telling tales of longing fulfilled and desires met. His head dipped lower, his mouth finding its way, his tongue and lips writing chapters of passion across my skin. The attention he paid to each part of me, from the gentle bite at my neck to the swirling caress on my breasts, drew me deeper into a whirlpool of sensation.

When he finally positioned himself at my entrance, the world seemed to pause. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto mine as he teased me with his hardness, making me arch in anticipation. The moment he entered me, a perfect blend of fullness and sweet pressure enveloped us both. A gasp escaped my lips, a sound that spoke of fulfillment and yearning all at once.

The rhythm he set was slow initially, almost torturous, allowing each sensation to be savored. Then, gradually, he increased the pace, each thrust calculated to stoke the fires that raged within us. Our bodies moved in sync, a dance of passion that knew no words. My hands roamed over his back, nails digging in slightly, a silent plea for more, for the depth and closeness that only he could provide.

We made love with a fervency that consumed the day, each moment intensifying the bond that tied us together. It was a dance of love, of need, of a connection so profound that the rest of the world faded into insignificance.