I'm Luke, Luke Hemmings.

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Cara's POV

"Come back with me tonight?" His lips brush against my neck, causing me to flush slightly. Butterflies starting to form in my stomach, as he begins kissing my neck leaving traces behind. Closing my eyes taking a deep breath I answer, "yes."
With a sign of relief, Luke helped me up leading me towards the doors.
Waving his hand in the road, a taxi slowly pulled up beside us.
"Where would you like to go pal?" The taxi driver spoke rolling down his window revealing his face. His Australian accent almost as thick as Luke's.
"Castlecrag please mate." Luke said opening the door for me to climb in.
As we sat down putting our seat belts on, I felt a warm hand gently squeeze my thigh. Almost the whole car journey was sat in silence, I guess it made it less awkward.
After 10 minutes, we arrived at a fancy looking building. Practically, it all was made out of glass. But it looked modern and rather expensive. Walking through the revolving doors, Luke's hand kept brushing against mine. We reached the lift and interlocked our hands together.
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We entered the room. There was so much to take in. A king-sized bed overloaded with cushions and pillows, glass doors opening on to a balcony, skinny black jeans thrown to the floor and en-suite with a jacuzzi sized bath.
Luke sat on the bed tapping beside him indicating me to sit next to him. As I perched next to him, his hands fell on my hips. He began to lean in, our mouths nearly touching. His warm breath gave me chills down my spine. We weren't even kissing and I already felt a sensation.
His soft lips brushed mine. "Stop teasing me!" I whined, putting one of my arms around Luke's neck, pulling him even closer. Our lips meet again, only this time they stayed. Slowing opening my mouth, I let his tongue roam around inside my mouth.
My other hand was now in his hair slowly tugging his blond locks, causing him to groan. Luke pulled me on top of him. This kiss was getting passionate. We rolled over so he was leaning over me, his hands moved from my hips to the hem of my crop top. His fingers gradually traced my skin, over my ribs to my laced bra. He arched me up, so my back was no longer on the mattress and lifted my top, pealing off the material, leaving me placed on the bed with a coral laced bra and my leggings. Slowly his head dipped back in to my neck and started sucking, moving gradually down my neck until he found a sensitive spot just below my collarbone. Making my hand leave his hair, I unbuckle his belt, pulling it through the loops on his black jeans. Dropping the belt on the floor, I unzipped his jeans making him groan once again. Removing himself from the kissing, he pulled down his jeans revealing American apparel boxers!