Reasons Why

Chapter Ten

How could she focus on her future, preserving her sanity when he was tantalising her in such a divine way? Would she ever get bored of kissing him or being kissed? Somewhere the tempo had changed; as he kissed she returned, tenfold, part of her succumbing to the realisation that any part of this man was better than none. If he left now, she'd be heartbroken? It was the old adage of in for a penny, in for a pound. Whereas Luke was trying desperately to hold back, give her time and space.

I'm not a saint! He thought as her hands slid under his t-shirt, splaying warm fingers over his spine. Wriggling her pelvis into his he could do nothing but groan. At some point he'd lost control of the kiss, and it was her teeth that were biting his bottom lip, her tongue that was darting in and out of his mouth. And her whimpers of desire that echoed around the kitchen.

                "Chloe!" he moaned as her teeth tugged at his earlobe, "we need to slow down..."

                "Uh-uh!" she refused. Breaking from his neck only long enough to lift his t-shirt over his head.

Luke still trying to be Mister Nice Guy tried to resist, but when he met her eyes, the look of need; it was more than he could manage. Raising his arms he allowed her to remove his shirt, and then watched the heat in her eyes as she devoured him.

Chloe was amazed; he was more beautiful than she ever imagined his defined Pecs, dark flat nipples, surrounded by sworls of dark hair, the trail that led over his flat stomach to disappear under his jeans, and a dark tattoo that adorned one shoulder and part of his chest. She was too distracted to decipher what that was. Using a thumb, she swiped over his right nipple, then grinned as he bit his lip; she knew he was fighting his own raw desire. When she scratched it with her nail, he couldn't hide the moan that slipped undetected through his lips.

Meeting his eyes, she suddenly spotted the change in him, the resistance or passivity was replaced with intent, and ensnaring both her wrists he stepped towards her. Chuckling with nerves and apprehension, she stepped back instinctively, and with a stalking menace, he backed her across the room until the side of the refrigerator stopped her path, pushed flush against it she was trapped, and he lowered his mouth and snatched at her lips.

If she thought she'd experienced his most passionate kiss she was wrong. She could barely think for the mashing of his lips, the pressure of his body and the soft chafe of his stubble against her face. As soon as he relinquished her hands, they were all over his warm skin, touching, feeling. He bit at her jaw, her ear lobe, and Chloe's head lolled back in the throes of this increasing passion.

 It was a while until she registered Luke' hands, sweeping over her hips, her buttocks, and then sliding under her top, and onto her bare skin. She gasped, and he chuckled against her skin. His warm hands were causing chaos, her knees were weak, her heart pounded, and her nipples throbbed, and again Luke smiled into the skin of her neck, as he helped her stay upright. When his hands rose to her waist, his lips came back to his mouth, distracting her from the actions of his hands. 

Breaking away from her lips briefly, he lifted her slinky top over her head, and Chloe giggled as he tried to negotiate the asymmetrical neckline over her head. Raising her arms up in the air, she shimmied until the material was at her wrists, then she tossed it to the floor.

Luke's eyes were wide as he looked down at her, despite her slim build - she really needed to fill out more in his opinion, her breasts were struggling to be contained by the strapless bra that she wore. As he sighed, looking at her intently, the length of her body, then meeting her eyes, it was Chloe's turn to grin. Finally he was as devoid of conscious thought as her. 

Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra; her teeth biting her bottom lip the only sign of her anxiety. Luke had reached for the fabric before it fell away, and throwing the scrap of fabric across the room. His eyes glued on her. He knew she was beautiful, but her body was flawless, perfection. Raising his hands, he found her curved breasts fitted his hands exactly, her round dark nipples hard against his palms.