Courted by Karma (The Adventures of Anabel Axelrod) (9 page)

His
fingers had been lightly tracing up and down my legs and steadily moving my clothing up higher while I spoke. Seeing Luke’s gaze on his hands between my thighs, a certain someone may have a front row ticket to his own peep show right now. This wasn’t how I envisioned our night together when I decided to surprise him, but a girl needs to be flexible.

“Yes, and then what?” Luke prompted,
not looking up, but placing another kiss midway up the inside of my leg.

“Oh,
you know, not too much.” I started running my fingers through his hair and softly caressing the sides of his neck. “It was only politeness that had me immediately trying on those darling panties under my dress.” I added breezily, “It wasn’t like I was wearing any others to get in the way. You said they were optional, after all.”

He
made a low noise in response and kissed me again. Tonight was supposed to be about Luke, but I’m a hot-blooded, American female. I love having my thighs licked and kissed by a man blessed with a sinfully luscious mouth made for such acts.

“It was
only because I was raised right that I raised my sweet, little dress and twirled very slowly to display how your gift fit.” I estimated his current, lingering kiss was about one inch from the Bermuda Triangle and sending me on vacation. I continued with a hitch in my breath, “Our first French kiss was in token appreciation for you thinking of me with lingerie made in Paris.”

Part of me wanted to go on th
is trip, but I wanted tonight to be about considering Luke’s favorite travel destinations. Maybe taking off and landing several times on the same runway, but with different directional approaches, was Luke’s idea of a fun trip. I decided to go along for the ride on this southerly approach.

The teasing man
placed careful, slow kisses from the softest spot at the inside of my left thigh and then over to my right.

H
e murmured against my skin, “Remind me to thank your grandmother for your beautiful manners when we meet. And then what?”

“
Mmm, my grandmother won’t think too much of your manners if she knew you pulled down my new panties right there on the stairway. Burying your face between my legs and kissing me
there
would not be exactly her idea of a first date smooch
,
mister
.”

My hands were caressing the sides of his bent head and rubbing his corded neck with more and more restless force, but I think it was an accident when I pulled his face that final inch closer.

Luke licked with his tricky tongue and inquired, “You mean here?”

“Oh my GO
SH, right there!” I squeaked in a high voice, gripping handfuls of his short hair.

“Really
, Anabel. There?” Time stopped for me, as his tongue did something else incredibly clever. “How about here?”

I
swear I felt Luke’s smile, as I moaned, “Yes, THERE! And there! Oh yes please, everywhere!”

“And then?”

From my semi-reclining swoon, I swung one arm and lightly cuffed his head. “And then I continued showing you my good manners by instantly scheduling a second date, so you didn’t feel used, you cocky son-of-a-bitch.”

On vacation now
and flying high above the clouds, I was dimly aware of Luke’s self-satisfied, demonic chuckle. “Ah, so you do remember every second of our first date.”

I caressed his head
and agreed on an intake of breath, “Give or take a nanosecond.”

At some point,
I heard a buzzing noise and realized it wasn’t my cha-cha or Luke’s lips, but his cell reverberating loudly in the pocket of his jacket slung over the chair. “Please don’t ever stop or I swear to God, I will kill you!”

Luke laughed
. He squeezed my ass gripped in his calloused hands and soothed my concerns with a deep kiss placed in a spot so genius that it proved conclusively, without a shadow of a doubt, that smart was definitely the new sexy.

I screamed the rafters down.

When I landed on terra firma sometime in the next millennium, it was to see Luke standing between my legs and gazing down at me with heated eyes. I was lying on my back on the large desk. My coat was still buttoned from the chest up, and everything else below was pushed up above my waist.

Smiling, I blinked up at Luke.

He said softly, “You should see your eyes right now.”

“
I’d rather see your body without clothes on,” I suggested hopefully. “Tonight’s about Your Turn!”

I struggled to sit up, but Luke put a hand out and guided me flat on my back again. His mouth kicked up at one corner and h
e reached inside a desk drawer.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten my turn. You seemed
feisty, Anabel. I judged you were in desperate need of a hello kiss to settle you down.”

I laughed
and felt myself turning red at the same time. I nodded gratefully when he held up a condom with a questioning look, relieved this was a nonissue tonight.

I nodded towards the drawer, “That’s convenient.”

He pulled his T-shirt over his head and it sailed over to join his jacket, thankfully now silent, on the chair. He stood before me, a living bronzed sculpture of the wonder that’s the male body. Both hands were resting right above my knees and his fingers were drumming a slow beat on my skin.

He arched a black brow, “
Questioning again? Or complaining?”

My heart sped up at his tone
. I smiled inside thinking someone else was feisty and needed a kiss to take the edge off.

I reached out a hand and lazily stroked
his muscular forearm. The black hairs were silky soft here and thicker at the wrist. I loved their texture against my fingers and how they disappeared as I glided my hand up higher to caress the satiny skin of his inner elbow.

“Oh, complaining, I guess. But only about how long it
’s taking you to strip, my complete perfection of lusty masculine loveliness and virility.” Smiling a little at his lowered lids and dazed, but pleased expression my compliments always brought to his face, I crossed my arms up behind my head. Taking his hands resting on my legs with me and watching his eyes follow, I slid my dangling legs up until my knees were bent and my bare feet were resting on the edge of the desk. “Since you won’t let me help, hurry please.”

I would imagine most men d
idn’t need to be told twice to hurry and get naked when standing between the legs of a half-naked woman--the important half--with a condom in their hand. Luke was giving me ample reason to comprehend how unlike most men he really was tonight.

He didn’t loosen the string of his sweat pants and drop
them, but pulled me up to a sitting position. He slid his hands under my hair on each side of my neck while his thumbs stroked my jaw line.

“
Your skin is so soft. Kiss me.” His voice was so low that I wasn’t sure he’d spoken until I opened my eyes and he repeated, “Kiss me, Anabel.”

I moved my head
slightly and kissed the palm of the hand rubbing my cheek. I kissed the inside of his wrist next and sucked lightly on the warm skin. Reaching up, I placed slow kisses across his cheekbone, until I licked near his ear.

“
Luke, where? Here,” I sucked lightly on his ear lobe and ran my hands through his short hair. Traveling down, I nipped gently on his luscious lower lip, “or here on your beautiful lips?”

Not waiting
for his answer, I slid my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately full on the mouth. We traded long kisses and mumbled words of praise in between angling our heads for closer, deeper contact. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I told him how wet he made me with only his kisses. He pulled me off the desk and into his arms while telling me how hard I made him the minute he looked into my beautiful blue eyes tonight. He mentioned sparkling sapphires or something, but I didn’t really hear over the blood pounding in my head. Breathlessly, I leaned back. I traced my finger around his lips while meeting his mesmerizing gaze.

“
Maybe you’d like a kiss here, Luke, on your coccyx?” I lowered a hand and glided it along the length of his erection straining against the heavy fleece material of his sweats. I wriggled to be put down on my feet. “I choose a kiss on the coccyx.”

“I choose my turn
,” he shot back, closing his eyes briefly when I didn’t stop gripping and stroking. He lightly swatted my butt over the thick trench coat and gobs of fabric currently riding on his hooked arm, “and I want to open my gift.”

I
was feeling a little confused at his denial of the Bermuda Triangle getaway and the kiss on the coccyx. Luke’s iron control over his dick made me uncertain and excited at the same time. If I hadn’t felt how large and hard he was a moment ago, I would have been much unhappier. He merely had to talk about touching me and I lost my sanity. He seemed to be able to use his big head to make rational choices. I shrugged off my momentary envy and concentrated on making his turn at a fantasy what he dreamed.

“
You’ll need to put me down first.”

“Don’t you want to know why I chose this as my turn, Anabel?” Luke’s voice was teasing. He
didn’t put me down, but turned and leaned back on the desk. With his strong hands under my coat and gripping my hips, I was straddled on his lap and riding his erection.

“
Oh, do I ever, but first can I tell you something?” If pushing my hair behind my shoulders caused my hips to wiggle and my butt to move up and down on his lap, it was beyond my control.

“Sure,” Luke replied
readily, but his easy tone was belied by the tightening around his mouth at my wriggling.

Letting go of my hair,
my hands smoothed across his shoulders and then I ran my nails down the front of his chest and over to his arms. We stared at each other seriously until I couldn’t hold the excitement inside a second longer and it bubbled out of me in a happy smile. The only emotion currently fluttering inside was pure anticipation, any confusion was gone.

I traced around his
biceps with my fingertips. “My Devil, I know you didn’t expect Your Turn so soon after you texted tonight. Or that it would be,” I flipped a hand in the air towards the doorway, “out here in your barn. I promise you, though,” I paused to softly kiss his parted lips and then whispered fervently in his ear, “this is going to be the best turn of your life.”

I felt
Luke swell even larger against my bottom at my words. This caused me to rub without thought on his lap. He made a noise deep in his throat and wrapped his arms tight around me. He kissed me hungrily on the throat above the open collar of my coat.

‘Now this is more like it!’
I thought as Luke continued to kiss my neck, my face, and finally my mouth with an urgency that mocked his usual calm control.

After a
few moments, he pulled back. He shot me a grin that had me smiling back instantly because it was so mischievous. I continued rubbing his arms. The problem with this move was that anytime my hands come in contact with Luke’s incredible biceps my mind goes AWOL’ing. It’s probably weird to get so turned on by this particular musculature in a man’s body, but you try talking sense to what trips your cha-cha trigger. It wasn’t easy, but I forced myself to stay in reality, instead of drifting off into La La Land and envisioning riding his arm like a teeter-totter on my own personal playground.

I grinned,
“Okay, tell me why this is your fantasy.”

“
My parents both have full-time careers. When I was around eleven, they decided I still needed a babysitter for the summer, regardless of how I pleaded.” Luke’s eyes went faraway like people do when remembering a long ago story, as if they were back in time and reliving it. He shook his head slightly and refocused on my face. Chuckling he added, “I was pissed, but it was a good decision. I probably would have done something incredibly idiotic if left on my own. As it stood, I was plenty stupid even with supervision and needed stitches three different times from bike crashes.” I smiled in sympathy while imagining a fierce, little Luke riding his bike like a speed demon and wiping out. “The babysitter they chose was Barbara Anne Wrigley. She was seventeen; nothing special when I look back on it, but man,” Luke’s lips curled in happy remembrance, “the girl was stacked. All summer she practiced dancing to this one band of female singers. She’d play the same CD repeatedly. She’d do the dance moves in the middle of the living room while I’d be pretending to play on my new Game Boy. I watched her like a hawk.” He smiled at my laughter, and the expression was both seductive and endearingly sweet. I felt that weird melting again in my chest and firmly ignored it. “There was one slow song in particular that she would shake her tits and ass to that had me spanking the monkey in my bunk bed most nights.” I giggled and rolled my eyes at his crude, boy lingo. He went on in an aggrieved voice, “You laugh, but if that wasn’t torture enough, she had her girlfriends come over, too. There I’d sit in a horny stupor and pretend to play Nintendo while they all practiced that one song for hours. We had a pool, so they were often wearing only bikinis. I walked around that entire summer with permanent wood.” He touched my cheek and grinned, “Like how it’s been since I’ve met you.”