Luke & His Runaway Love (Book Two Of The "And His" Series) (WIP)

Chapter Fourteen- Helen

We stumble through my front door in a passionate embrace, our lips fused together. Kicking the door closed, Luke lifts me up and presses me against it as I wrap my legs around his waist. "God, you're so fucking sexy, it's unreal" he growls licking and nibbling at my neck. "Tell me you want me" he adds. "Tell me again, that this is what you want, because, baby, I ain't got much restraint when it comes to you" he rasps against my neck.

"I want you" I gasp, making him lift his head and his beautiful eyes study mine. "I do, I do, I want this, I want you" I plead hoping he can see the truth behind them.

He grins then, kissing me softly. "Where's your bedroom, baby?" He asks me as he goes back to nibbling and sucking on my neck the sensation goes straight to my clit.

I don't know why but all of a sudden, as neck nibbling didn't used to do anything to me, but now, I guess my body is extra sensitive, not that I'm complaining or anything. "Up the stairs, and it's the first door on your left" I gasp. 

He takes us up the stairs to my bedroom and opens the door, walking in, he looks around whilst my body is still wrapped around him. "Nice bedroom, baby" he grins at me. "Love the bed" he adds with a naughty grin. "Looks nice and sturdy—" he adds wiggling his eyebrows.

I chuckle releasing my leg lock from around his waist. "Ready to test that theory?" I purr clicking my tongue.

He growls grabbing hold of his hard cock behind his jeans. "Strip" he tells me.

I pout. "Do you not wanna do that?" I ask innocently.

"Trust me, baby" he growls. "If I do it, I'll rip them clean from that fucking Lucious body of yours that I'm dying to get my tongue on, and you'll have no fucking clothing left"

Oh. My. God...

I feel my pussy get even more soaked if that's even possible, fuck, if I get any wetter, he might as well be having pussy soup. "That's not necessarily a bad thing though" I whisper biting my lip.

He tears his T-shirt from his body and pushes his jeans down his muscular thighs and I'm left staring at his naked perfection, I stare with my mouth wide open at the sexy bastard before me, it's been over twelve weeks since I last saw him naked and if anything he's gotten more muscular.

He notices my perving and smirks at me. "You like what you see, baby?" He purrs coming closer to me, his perfect hard cock bobs up and down leaking pre-cum from the tip.

"You—" I gulp. "You've been working out?"

He shrugs taking a deep calming breath as he takes my top from my body and pushes my jeans down my legs. "I needed something to distract me, so I worked out a lot" he tells me as I step out my shoes and jeans.

"I'll say" I purr practically salivating.

He grins seductively. "I'm glad you approve, baby" he croons as he unfastens my bra and pulls down my underwear.

I stand before him, naked. "Fuck me, running—you're stunning" he growls. "I didn't mean for that to rhyme" he chuckles as he caresses my body, his breath ghosts over my sensitive nipples making me moan. "Lie down on the bed, baby" he croons.

Doing as he asks, I turn to walk towards the bed, grinning as I hear him let out a hiss of approval. "That arse, beauty" he groans.

I look over my shoulder at him, biting my lip. "Stop doing that with your lip, Helen" he growls. "That fucking does shit to me"

"What?" I ask innocently as I sashay the rest of the way to the bed, he's there before I even get to sit down, the heat of his body against my back and his hard cock prodding at my backside.