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his toothpaste.

The throb of arousal grew to a hot ache that centered low in her belly and between her thighs, shocking in its ferocity. Sliding her hands down his neck to his wide shoulders, Emily followed the path with her kisses, gliding over his smooth skin while she reacquainted herself with each curve and line of his powerful physique. She could feel the sheer strength of him pulsing beneath her touch. Her tongue darted out to glide over his collarbone, then lower over the pad of his pec to the flat, deep bronze nipple in the center. Rubbing her cheek against him, feeling the pounding of his heart, she licked it.

Luke hissed and grabbed her head but she shook free and kept going with her sensual exploration. As though tired of being passive, he seized her waist and swung his legs around to the side of the bed until his feet touched the floor. She braced herself against his chest and pushed back, shaking her head. After a tense second he let go, watching her with blazing eyes. The sheet was pushed down to his hips now, so she trailed a hand down his chest and over his clenched abdomen, over his tensed thighs to lightly brush over his rock hard erection straining against the thin covering. It kicked against her hand, but he didn’t move otherwise. The silence expanded, magnifying the heated rush of their breath.

Closing her eyes, Emily rested her forehead against his sternum and wrapped her hand around the length of him, squeezing and stroking until a deep rumble of pleasure came out of his chest. She felt the vibrations against her cheek and smiled in satisfaction. She would have him writhing and begging before she took him, she thought, releasing him to peel back the sheet in a slow, hesitant manner. Then she went to her knees before him.

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him, the breath caught in her lungs. His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, those dark eyes glittering down at her. Below the ridged outline of his abs, his thick penis lay stretched out across his belly, dark and swollen with need. Oh God, she needed him. More than he knew.

But when she nuzzled her way down his abs, Luke took hold of her head and stopped her. When he spoke, his voice was deeper than normal, ragged.

“Em, don’t force this. I don’t need you to—”

She curled her fingers around his and unlocked them, pulling them free of her head and placing his hands on the bed on either side of his hips, pressing on them so he understood she didn’t want him to interfere with this. This was about pleasure; his to receive and enjoy, and hers to give. She needed him like this. Raising her eyes, she let him see both her hunger and supplication. In answer Luke’s nostrils flared, something dark and knowing entering his eyes. Taking the beautiful, hard length of him in her hand, she let her other caress his inner thighs and gently trail over his scrotum. He inhaled sharply.

Her breathing grew ragged along with his, her body preparing itself to take him deep inside and hold him there. A shudder ran through her at the thought.

“Baby,” he whispered, ignoring her request to keep his hands on the mattress as he stroked her hot cheek with questioning fingertips.

Emily closed her eyes and leaned into him, resting her head on his thigh as she stroked him from base to tip, base to tip, then swirling gently around the head with her fist until a low growl came out of him and shot around the room. Beckoned by the rising need she sensed in him, she lowered her head and rubbed the hot velvet length of him with her cheek. He pulsed beneath her touch, thigh 151

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muscles twitching beneath her palms. Yes, she thought as she nuzzled him more. This was how she wanted him. Hungry. Waiting. Wondering if she would take him in her mouth.

Rubbing him gently with her face, she dared to look up into his eyes. Staring down at her with naked longing, he brought his hand to her nape and cradled it as he shifted forward on the edge of the mattress and spread his thighs. She was caught in the dark depths of his eyes, unable to look away.

Holding her gaze, he lifted his hips in a subtle motion and rubbed the head of his engorged penis against her lips. She licked her lips, swiping away the silky drops that wept from the tip, salty on her tongue.

His long fingers contracted ever so slightly around her nape, holding her in place. “Suck me, Em,” he rasped, half command and half entreaty.

Everything in her went hot and soft. God. He knew exactly what he was doing to her with that display of tender dominance. She’d always found it sexy as hell. He knew precisely what turned her on and how much to push her to increase her excitement. Kneeling before him in this submissive posture while still having control sent a thrill coursing through her.

Looking into his eyes, she parted her lips and pressed a tender kiss to the glistening tip of his cock, loving the way he jerked in her grasp. He lifted against her again, a silent plea, and she tenderly slid her tongue around the head, tasting the salt and the heat of him. Luke drew in a harsh breath and clenched his jaw. She teased him with tiny flicks, feathering over the sensitive spot beneath the tip and down the shaft, underneath to his sac.

Flattening her tongue, she gave him a slow, gentle stroke that made him moan out loud and widen his thighs while she leisurely pumped him with her fist.

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Nestling deeper between his trembling legs, she let her lids close and got lost in the bliss of pleasing him. The pressure on the back of her neck increased subtly. “Suck me, baby.” His voice was ragged, pleading.

Yes
. Her heart thundered in her chest. She’d fantasized about this forever.

Moving upward, she opened her lips and closed her mouth around the plum-like head, applying tender suction as she twirled her tongue in a slow circle. A low, agonized moan ripped from Luke and his head fell back, every muscle in his magnificent body drawn taut, his back arching while he fought to keep from shoving deeper into her mouth. She felt the pressure of his hands on her head and knew he clenched his fists in the wig. Tears burned the backs of her eyes as she pleasured him, but she refused to let them fall. She was going to savor every second of this time with him, milk every bit of enjoyment from it. “Oh, God, baby, that feels so good,” he groaned.

“Yeah, right there…” The words dissolved into a delicious moan.

A low cry issued from her own throat, her body pulsed with desire, incredibly coming to life. She loved him with her mouth for long minutes until he was panting and his skin was damp with sweat. But then he took hold of her head in both hands and gently pulled her away.

Blinking up at him like she was waking from a dream, she met Luke’s stare. The wild, desperate pleasure was there for her to see, in his molten eyes and the tense lines of his expression.

“Come up here and take me,” he said, his voice hoarse with need and erotic promise. His hands tugged at her gently.

She hesitated.

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His thumbs rubbed her temples. “Are you sore inside?”

Swallowing, she shook her head. Early menopause and the chemo’s side effects had dried her out, but didn’t have any sores like she’d had after the first treatment. That’s not what was holding her back. The thought of him seeing her scars—that was enough to kill any build-up of pleasure she’d been feeling. She didn’t want him to see her body, and wasn’t sure she could take him into her even with the lube. The little bottle lay cool against the flushed skin of her right calf. It was humiliating to have to use it so she could be with him, especially when she was more thoroughly aroused than she’d been in forever.

“Want a condom?”

She stiffened. God, she’d been so caught up in what they were doing that she’d completely ignored the fact he’d been with other women since her. No doubt numerous ones. She forced the thought away and found her voice. “Do we need one?”

Luke’s touch was gentle on her face. “Would I have let you go down on me if we did?” He shook his head. “I’m clean, Em.”

She let out the breath she’d been holding. Thank God. “Then we don’t need one.” Gathering her resolve, she reached down and picked up the lube before rising to her feet, hunching her shoulders a bit so her missing breast wouldn’t be as obvious beneath her thin nightgown. Why hadn’t she thought to wear her robe?

Her legs shook and her hands were unsteady when she reached for his shoulders to balance herself. Luke grabbed her waist and lifted her effortlessly as he leaned up for a slow, sensual kiss, arranging her thighs on either side of his hips. The ridge of his erection pressed against her abdomen through the thin satin she wore, hard and searing 154

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hot. With one hand he took the bottle from her, and she felt the blush of embarrassment staining her face. “It’s the chemo,” she explained in a whisper, cringing at how unsexy she felt. She didn’t want to ruin the moment, but she wanted to make sure he understood it wasn’t his fault she wasn’t wet. “It’s not that I don’t want you—”

“Shhh,” he soothed against her lips, gliding his hands over the satin covering the small of her back.

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”

Her lower belly tightened in reflex. He would.

Luke could and absolutely would see to her pleasure, but that’s not how she wanted this to go. She was too nervous to enjoy what he might do to her anyway, and this was for
him
. Her pleasure was going to come from ensuring his. She couldn’t wait.

Pushing at his shoulders, she took the bottle from him as he lay back against the pillows and scooted back so she’d have better access to him.

Trying to recover from the awkwardness that she’d caused, she uncapped the thing and went to pour some of the clear liquid into her hand but Luke took her wrist and held out his palm instead. It pooled in the center of his hand and she could only watch, mesmerized by the sight of that broad palm as it wrapped around the swollen length of him, strong fingers curling around the shaft, surrounding it with a seductive caress.

Her mouth went dry when he dragged his fist over himself, up and down, squeezing with firm pressure in a slow, hypnotic caress. When she glanced up into his face, his eyes smoldered as he watched her reaction, completely uninhibited in his sexual response. Unembarrassed by his body and his desire for her.

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really got into it. A few seconds into the incredible show she tried to replace his hand with her own, but he shook his head, knowing it would drive her nuts, and groaned roughly when he twisted his fist around the head of his slippery cock. He kept it up until she panted along with him, a tidal wave of heat roaring beneath her skin and building the ache between her thighs to a relentless pitch. She was ready to jump him when he finally released his flesh, baring the slick, glistening length of him to her rapt gaze and lifted his fathomless eyes to hers. She gazed back, helpless under the power of that stare.

“Ride me, Em.” The low, velvet command made her shiver.

Moving without conscious thought, Emily slid up to straddle his hips, settling the hot, pulsing length of him against her bare folds and rubbed gently, lubricating her tender flesh. He reached for the hem of her nightgown, but she immediately grabbed his hands. “No,” she said. She didn’t want him seeing her.

“I want to touch you.”

She shook her head. She couldn’t handle that yet. All she wanted was to hold him inside of her while she took him to the absolute pinnacle of sensation. To steal this time with him and hold onto the memory of it in the days and weeks ahead.

Reaching down between them, she seized his rigid flesh in one hand and stood him up, bringing the thick head against her entrance. Luke grabbed her hips to steady her and she sank down slowly, carefully, allowing her body to stretch around the blunt invasion. A soft moan escaped at the scalding heat of him pressing deep inside, but she took him without pain, easing down until his entire length was buried in her. Seated above him, a rush of emotion hit her and brought a stinging lump to her throat. She’d ached for this for so damn long. She 156

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could hardly believe it was happening.

Beneath her, Luke growled low in his throat and gripped her hips tighter, his head tipping back in his pleasure. Rising up on her knees, Emily laid her palms on his hard pecs and lowered her body again, watching his face. His jaw tensed, mouth tightening as she worked him, eyes locked on hers. The grip on her hips loosened, then he reached up to her throat, trailing his fingertips down the sides to her shoulders and over her collarbones—

Like a bucket of ice water, the touch made her go rigid. She seized his hands. “
No
,” she said emphatically, ready to jump off him if he touched the port or her scars.

“Baby, let me touch you—”

“Don’t.” She pushed his hands away, pinning them to the bed.

Frustration glittered in his eyes, but he didn’t break her hold, allowing her the illusion of control. “I want to touch you.”

No, you don’t
. “I don’t want you to. Just this,”

she whispered, bending to kiss him as she began moving her hips again. “Please, I need just this.”

Suppressing a growl of irritation, Luke lay back against the sheets and let her move how she wanted.

With the threat of him seeing her behind them, Emily focused on making love to him, tightening her body around him as she rocked and undulated. The incredible heat and friction of it sent tiny ripples of pleasure echoing through her, and soon she had him at the same place she’d taken him to while he was in her mouth; panting, muscles twitching, head kicking back into the pillow. So incredibly beautiful she could have wept.

His hands crept up to her hips and then to her waist, fingers biting into her flesh. “Goddamn, honey,” he moaned, lifting into her rhythm. “It’s so good, don’t stop...”

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No, she wouldn’t stop. Not until he was helpless with pleasure, then she’d pause for a few moments to let him wonder if she would leave him that way before riding him fast and hard until he exploded inside her.