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

Chapter Seventeen- Helen

"Honey, I'm home" Luke sings as he opens my front door.

We've been spending every spare second we have together, go on dates, having sex, midwife appointments, and last night, I gave him a key to my house. I know it feels like it's going too fast, but at the same time, it's feels... I don't know—right.

"Hey, you" I say softly standing up to greet him with a kiss.

"Sorry, I'm late, beauty" he croons and hands me a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "These are for you, my beautiful girl" he says kissing me once, twice. "Do you mind if I jump in the shower real quick, before we leave?"

"No, go ahead" I smile smelling the flowers he brought me. "Thankyou, for the flowers"

"Thankyou for being so understanding with me running late, they're sort of a Thankyou/Sorry bunch of flowers" he tells me.

"Well, either way, they're beautiful" I smile giving him a chaste kiss.

"You're beautiful" he croons.

"And you're a smooth talker" I grin. "Now, go on, off with you"

He spanks my arse and kisses my neck. "I'm going, mama" he grins before he's off running up the stairs towards the bathroom stripping off his clothes as he goes. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his perfection, my body hums with need, the need to be close to him, to touch him.

Walking slowly up the stairs, I hear the shower going, I hear luke singing. "What's he singing?" I smile to myself as I walk closer to the bathroom.

"Well, I guess, you'd say, what can make me feel this way—my girl" Luke sings. "Talkin' bout my girl, my girl"

I peak through the door and there he stands naked as the day he was born stepping into the shower singing away to himself. I slowly step inside as his back is to me, listening to him sing as he showers, smiling as I listen to him singing the my girl song, I slowly step towards the shower. "I got soooooo, much honey, the bees envy me—I got the sweetest song" he sings into my loofah all soapy now, turning he faces me and opens his eyes not expecting me, when he lets out the loudest girly scream making me jump with fright, and falls back on his arse. "Fucksake, Helen" he cries.

I press my lips together trying not to laugh, but he's currently sprawled in my bath with the shower running still, his legs spread wide. I can't keep my shit together, as he tries to get up but the man is all soapy from the whatever he used on his body so he's slipping as he tries to pull himself up making me giggle at the man.

He tries to glare at me, but his face softens at the sound of my laughter. "My girl, laughing at me, is she?" he grunts trying to get up still.

"I can't help it" I cry with laughter letting out a howl as his body slides so he's suddenly on all fours with his gorgeous arse in the air. "Oh, god, I wish I had me phone with me" I wheeze laughing my arse off holding on to my sides as I get a stitch from laughing so hard.

He sits up on his knees and slowly stands up. "You think that was funny, did you?" He asks softly, calmly, as he quickly rinses his body of the soap keeping his eyes on me.

The gleam in his eyes tells me he's up to something, when he reaches for the tap turning off the shower, his gaze still on me as he steps out the shower. "Pass me that towel, please, baby" he croons standing there dripping wet, I watch as the droplets of water cascade down his gorgeous body down his sexy V to his hard cock, I lick my lips as his cock twitches at my gaze, picking up the towel I step towards him not taking my eyes from his cock that's now weeping with precum. "Beauty, if you keep staring at my cock like that we won't be going fucking anywhere, but to the bedroom" Luke growls.