Hanging by a Moment (From this Moment Book 1) (13 page)

His frown deepens and his blue eyes drill into me. “So you don’t want to see me tonight?” He replies, his tone frosty. His eyes darken as he turns to face the counter and he brings his fist crashing down on a loud thunderous boom onto the white granite counter.

Bang!

I flinch. He is angry. I thought he didn’t want to see me again. I just don’t get him. I don’t know what he wants.

His hand rubs down his face and that frown line is still there. He rests his palms flat on the counter and he turns to face me, his eyes - six shades darker - dig into me. “Did you just want to sleep with me and then brush me off?” His voice is as cold as ice and rips through me, tearing my heart open.

What the fucking hell?

His question throws me off balance and all the air is sucked out of my lungs, bringing my anger to the surface. His words cut deep into me.
Is that what he thinks of me?
That I just wanted to sleep with him. That I use guys for sex and then toss them aside. That would make me a whore. Is that what he thinks of me? That I’m a fucking whore?

I stand up with my hands on my hips and look at him, anger spilling out of me. “
What?
You think I sleep around?” Ethan was my only real boyfriend and after he left I did go out with a few guys. But only slept with one guy and that was during my stay at the Hamptons. Sleeping around is not my thing. And for him to think that low of me.

He rises and moves around my chair to stand in front of me, his eyes blazing with fury. He places his hands at the edge of the counter behind me, caging me in. His dark eyes burn me as it penetrates through me. His hot minty fresh breath heats my face from his close proximity. I have never seen him this angry before and I shiver. But I’m just as angry with him. I bite my bottom lip and watch as his eyes lose their focus, resting on my lips instead. I swallow nervously.

“I make it a habit not to sleep with school sluts.” His response smacks me hard in the face.

And I slap him hard across his cheek and my hand stings as a result. Tears burn the back of my eyes. I can’t believe he just said that.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

He just referred to me as a whore.
“Wrong with me? I’m not-”

He cuts me off. Slamming his lips against mine, grinding his hips into me, he pushes me back against edge of the counter top. My fingers grip the edge of the counter behind me for support as my legs turn to Jell-O. My body melts against his lips and torso – the only parts of him that is touching me.

When he releases me, his body is shaking.

“I’m not a whore.” I say, my voice trembling with unshed tears.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean that. It’s just...” He trails off. He looks up at the ceiling as his fist slams onto the counter top again. Returning his gaze to me, he shakes his head. “I’m so sorry, princess.”

A single tear slips down my cheek. He raises his thumb and wipes my tear away. He bends his legs so he is same level as my face. I see the tortured expression on his face. His eyebrows rise to his hairline. “I’m sorry. So fucking sorry.”

I nod. But I’m still mad.

He swallows. “Are we on for tonight?” His voice is a bit edgy.

“Yes.” I whisper. All my earlier thoughts vanish from my mind. He still wants me… for now. I could feel his desire in his kiss and the way his body reacted to mine. I don’t know what his problem is. All I know is that I’m not ready to let him go. I cannot let him go.

“Good.” He walks out of the kitchen, leaving me panting and confused.

Chapter Twelve

As I make my way to the entrance of the cottage, the wooden door is yanked open by Luke, looking as devastating as ever. My heart does its usual somersault every time I see him.  He is leaning lazily against the door frame gazing at me as I walk the last few steps up the gravel pathway to reach the door.

I lick my suddenly dry lips as I take in his appearance. Casually dressed in his light blue jeans from earlier but has paired it now with a faded black Guns and Roses T-shirt that has definitely seen better days. He looks so edible. His sky blue eyes are looking directly at me and I wonder if he is still angry with me.

I smile nervously. “Hi.” I greet him anxiously.

And I know immediately that he has simmered down when he smiles his beautiful boyish smile at me. His eyes are twinkling and there is no anger in there.

Phew!
My heart skips a few uncoordinated beats.

“Hi.” His voice is soft but a still a little edgy.

That hot heavy feeling starts to slowly make its way back into my tummy. Something is just not right with him and I have no idea what it is.

He straightens up from the door frame and moves aside to let me enter the cottage. I get a dose of his minty fresh scent as our bodies touch as I pass him, sending ripples of excitement shooting throughout me.

Oh God! I walk a few steps inside the room where I’m greeted by the beautiful voice of Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud. Luke closes the door behind us.

His hand points at the table.  “Pizza is here and I’ve got some of that chocolate mousse you liked from the Cavendish Hotel.”

I am flattered he remembered something as simple as the dessert that I enjoyed. I also notice there is a bouquet of white calla lilies on the table. I turn around to thank him and I’m greeted by a handsome smiling face.

“Thank you.”
Is that the best I can do?
Dinner, dessert and flowers… I mean really he went out of his way here and that is all I can say. But he also insulted me and he needs to explain his earlier behaviour.

He frowns as he places his hands on my shoulders, his fingers gently massaging me. “What the fuck happened earlier?”

You were acting all strange with me and had this worried look in your eyes. It seemed to escape your short memory that we shared something very special not too long ago.
I think to myself.  But I can’t tell him all of this when I have no idea what is troubling him. He certainly is complicated and has a bad case of mood swings. “I’m not sure. You seemed tense earlier.” I answer weakly. I wait for him to blow his head off at me like he did earlier.

His jaw tightens. After a few awkward seconds pass, he speaks. “I had a lot on my mind. I’m sorry if I was the reason you got upset.”

Okay… an apology, which I did not expect.
And for your information I was not the one who was upset, you were.

“Do you want to talk about it? Whatever it is that is troubling you.” I ask him, getting straight to the point, hoping he will open up a bit more.

He does not talk much about himself and I can’t help but wonder if he does have something to hide. Probably might have to do with him coming to school here. Maybe that was what his lunch with his parents must have been about. They must have wanted him to move back to Manhattan.

His eyes roam over my face, his mouth a hard impassive line. “Let us eat before the pizza gets cold.”

And he does it again, changes the topic like an expert when the focus is on him, frustrating the shit out of me.

We eat in silence. Awkwardness is enjoying the pizza more than us. Luke looks miserable. I feel like shit. Only Ed Sheeran is happy. Thank God for chocolate - instant de-stressor.

“I hope you like old classic movies.” He grins up at me halfway through eating his chocolate mousse. He looks like the Luke I have gotten to know the last few days.

Those amazing blues are smiling at me. As delicious as this mousse is, I would rather be eating him. My very own version of double chocolate caramel mousse topped with hot fudge sauce and whipped cream… camouflaged as Luke.

“I do. What are we watching?” I mean really, can this guy get any more amazing? It is like he materialised out of my boyfriend wish list. But he still confuses and frustrates me.

“An Affair to Remember. I’m a huge Cary Grant fan.” And there is that boyish grin that I love. I’m in serious trouble here.

“That has got to be one of my all time favourites.” I gush out at him. And really it is. I enjoy a good classic every now and again. It brings back fond memories of Nanny Beth. We used to watch all these old classics together with bowls of buttered popcorn before I was shipped off to boarding school. Beth - similar in age to Nan - was from Wilmington, North Carolina and loved me as if I was one of her own children. Sadly she had to leave when her son returned home from fighting in Afghanistan. He had saved up enough money and wanted his mom to retire and move in with him and his family. Another person that I loved and lost. Her moving away was what made my parents consider boarding school.

After dinner we move to the couch. He moves closer to me as we settle down onto the couch, fixing me with one of his determined gazes. “I don’t like us fighting.” He tells me, his voice solemn just as the opening scene of the movie plays out.

We are seated on the couch sitting side by side with only our knees touching. “You’re too far away. Come closer.” He gestures with his hands, indicating the space between us, urging me to move closer to him. Tucking me into his chest he stretches out onto the couch with my back pressed against his hot hard chest. His hands rub gently down my arm.

“Then let us not fight anymore.” I tell him once we are comfortable together on the couch with his blue throw over us. He moves from behind me and in one swift movement I am flipped onto my back with him hovering over me. His body is tense and I know that whatever was troubling him earlier has not left him.

“So let us make friends again.” He grins wickedly. My face flames up as I flush scarlet.

He drops his soft lips over mine in a hot passionate kiss, making himself comfortable as he nudges his body snug between my thighs.

I waste no time wrapping my legs tightly around his waist bringing his hot hard body closer to mine. Unsealing his lips from mine, he grins at me, his blues burning brightly as he speaks. “I can make friends with you over and over.” His tongue softly bites my lower lip. “Forever.” His voice is raspy.

Oh God, he’s going to send me to an early grave.

Trailing soft kisses down my neck, he slips one hand under the thin cotton pink top I’m wearing, circling his thumb around my belly button. I tilt my head back as a soft moan escapes my lips. He lifts his head up, blazing blue eyes into my gray eyes. “Tell me you want me?”

I’m under him, damn it, is that not enough assurance?
But there is something sad in his voice almost like he needs to hear me say I want him.

“I want you Luke. I want you so damn much.” I whisper.

“Tell me you need me.”

What is this? Just kiss me already.
I don’t know what is going on with him. With the lost look in his eyes, I know he needs to hear this. I cup his face with my hands. “Baby, I need you.” And I wonder if hearing me say these words to him has something to do with our little fight earlier. When he asked me whether I just wanted to sleep with him and toss him off. I never figured him to be the sensitive type. A small smile crosses his handsome face and I feel him relax himself into me.

I sigh when I realise my old Luke is back.

His mood continues to lighten as he moves his himself down my jean clad body, straddling my calves. His long elegant fingers undo the button at my jeans and I hear him slowly pull down my zipper before peeling the garment of my heated skin.

“Nothing makes me happier than to see you in silk.” He cocks his head to the side as he looks at my nude silk panties that are about to catch fire under his heated gaze. “Except, when I see you naked.” His lips twitch.

He bends his head trailing soft kisses over my damp silk panties before moving his lips to the inside of my thigh. His fingers grip the edge of my panties as he very slowly slides the silk garment down my thighs, calves, ankles, feet and is then tossed onto the hardwood floor.

His hot mouth grazes my core as he ghosts over it, his warm breath teasing me. I buck my hips. I need his mouth on me. Now! And he doesn’t make me wait any longer as his hot tongue darts out to lick me over my steaming throb.

Heat on heat. Tongue on clit. The sensation has me groaning out loudly as I twist my hips under him while my fingers tug his soft silky dark hair. He likes my response, groaning his approval. “Fuck, Emma. You are so wet for me.”

He slides one finger into me followed by another as his mouth rains delicate kisses and licks at my folds. His hot fingers pull out only to re-enter… deep. And then two fingers are inside of me. moving in and out… again and again… driving me wild with desire.

“Come for me, princess.” His voice is shaky and breathless.

And I can’t hold it any longer as my muscles tighten around his fingers wanting him to stay there taunting me. I arch my back and my muscles clench around him. My hands move to his broad shoulders as the heat swirls between my thighs, threatening to spill over. I can’t control my head as it thrashes from side to side on the couch.

“Oh God… Luke!” I scream as I come onto his fingers, the heat pulsating through my writhing body.

He removes his fingers from me and raises his magnificent blue eyes to mine, slowly slipping his fingers inside his mouth… licking each one... slowly.

Oh dear Lord... I’m going to combust... he is so hot. I don’t think I’ll ever get over watching him do that. It is erotic and I can come again just by watching him lick my juices off his long elegant fingers.

He smiles at me wickedly. “You taste as good as you fucking look. Here, taste yourself.” Shuffling himself, he moves over me resting his forearms on either side of my head and leans down. His index finger grazes my lower lip before he slides it into my mouth… swirling it slowly, giving me a taste of myself. I taste myself on his finger.

He removes his finger from my mouth and lowers his lips to mine for a kiss. There is something wild about tasting me on his tongue as the hot wet muscle rolls over mine.

I’m beyond crazy right now… crazy for him. My fingers travel feverishly down to his waist and I quickly unbutton his faded blue jeans. He helps me remove his clothes, pulling down his zipper before shoving of his jeans and boxers and what is left of the rest of my clothes, throwing it onto a pile on the floor besides my already scattered clothes.

He tears open a silver foil packet and I watch him hungrily as he unrolls the condom over his massive glistening rock hard length. Laying down over me with his mouth sucking me at my ear he moves the tip back and forth over my opening, teasing me.

I squeeze his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. Slowly he eases his tip into me, filling me deep. I gasp. He feels good… so very deliciously good.

I release a muffled sound as he stretches his hard length into me, pulling out slowly before slamming into me. Hard.

“Oh Lord. Luke.”

“Lord Luke… I like the sound of being your Lord.”

He rides me with vigour as he plunges into me over and over. Raising my hips I meet him with each powerful thrust. Each stroke takes me closer to the edge.

“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.” He clenches out, punctuating each word.

And I feel my insides tightening around him. My mouth clamps around his shoulder and my teeth sink into his hard wet skin.

“So delicious and tight around me.”

I bite him.

“Fuck, Princess. What are you doing to me?” He grinds his hips forcefully into me.

“Harder! Luke!” I scream between breaths. My mouth moves to his neck and I suck his damp skin.

“I want to hear you scream my name.” He drills into me.

“Luke!” I yell.

“Louder baby. I want everyone in this entire fucking college to know you are mine.”

“Luke. Oh Luke!” I scream louder this time as he plunges hard into me. I’m sure everyone back at the dorm can hear me.

I’m close. My thighs tighten around his waist as our sweat drenched bodies smack against each other.

“Emma. Fuck. Emma.”

The room starts spinning and I am lost in a haze of hot sensual heat as I tip over the edge. My body explodes into a million shimmering pieces as I climax around him, feeling like I’m touching the stars. He plunges into me twice more before he finds his own release. Coming hard and fast he spasms above me.

He falls over me, his full weight crushing me deeper into the couch, kissing me tenderly on the lips as we both come down from our peaks.

****

I’m hot and I’m burning. Like I’m too close to the sun and I need to get away. I try to move but I can’t. I blink a few times before my eyes open and I find everything is dark around me. Strong hands are wrapped protectively around my back and my chest is blanketed by a hot hard male chest. My legs are covered by a strong hard muscled leg.

Luke. He is wrapped around me and there is no way I can move his heavy body.