He grinned knowing he's making you melt like snow because you called him Luke instead of Hemmings. He closed the door behind with the kick of his foot, and made you move backwards. He then bit your lip as he drove you up against the first wall.
Luke pinned your arms above your head, pressing himself against you and then spoke really low, "Lets just... stop pretending, eh?" He let your arms fall down but he grabbed your behind picking you up and taking you to the closest room. You wrapped your arms firmly around his neck, although you knew he wouldn't let you fall. You crashed in some pieces of furniture and a wall whenever he tried planting a kiss on the way.
You locked your legs around his hips as he dropped you on the couch. He took his shirt off and got on top of you. "I still don't like you, Hemmings", you teased him and he furrowed his eyebrows. He leaned in and growled in your ear, "It's Luke". You got goosebumps from hearing him like that.
Luke ran his hand up your shirt distracting you with wet kisses on your lips as he let out quiet moans. "You can do better than that, Hemmings", you whisper and watch his lungs fill with air and frustration. The flared nostrils just confirmed it. He lifted up your shirt on the bottom and started gently sucking on the skin just above your jeans. "Dammit Luke", you whimper and his face finally lit up. You look down at the bruising spot and he proudly whispered, "Told you I'd show you."
