Hanging by a Moment (From this Moment Book 1) (14 page)

We have fallen asleep on the massive couch here in this little secluded cottage.

His breaths are even and soft and I don’t have the heart to disturb him. As hot as I am, I feel happy and content as I recall last night’s events. I drift back to sleep wrapped up in my handsome sensitive moody man.

Chapter Thirteen

I wake up to soft tender kisses trailing down my neck.

“Hmm.” I purr.

“Rise and shine, princess.”

Lazily I open my eyes to find Luke still blanketed around me with the hugest smile on his lips.

“I love waking up like this. Wrapped up in you.”  He smirks.

Indulging him, I let him kiss me senseless. Not that I can stop him, I am powerless to stop him… feeling wildly aroused by his touch.

He pushes my legs apart, settling himself as he deepens his kiss. His fingers stroke my shoulders and I feel his growing hardness against my thighs.

“I want in you.
Now!
” He says. Making all my insides collapse in pleasure.

He removes his hands from my shoulders and he reaches out for the foil packet on the table. Quickly unwrapping it he slides the condom on and then he slides his tip into me.

I wonder how many condoms he carries in his pocket. And as quickly as the thought enters my mind, it exits. He blanks my mind with his movements. I am not capable of rational thoughts right now. My subconscious waves at me as both she and common sense fly out the window.

“I could get addicted to waking up like this.” He says plunging fully into me. His face hovers over mine, his eyes looking down at me. I like how his eyes wrinkle at the corners every time he thrusts into me. His hot breath on my face, coming hard and fast as sweat drips down the side of his face.

“Scream my name.” He pushes in deeper.

“Luke!”
Oh good Lord.

“Louder.”

“Luke! Yes... oh yes!” I scream at the top of my lungs. I’m sure the people in Canada can hear me.

My toes curl as I come, screaming out his name. Luke follows shortly, grunting out loud through his clenched teeth.

I am totally and truly well fucked by the time I return to my dorm room.

****

I’m still on cloud nine during breakfast with my girls and we giggle away discussing our respective night. With Luke and I staying overnight at the cottage, Travis spent the night with Brit in our room. And Jane and Brad stayed in room that Travis and Luke share.

“We are going to start charging you guys rent for use of our room.” I tease Jane.

Jane face expresses mock horror and I chuckle. “That is what friends are for.” She replies.

“We are going to install cameras in our room.” Brit jokes.

“Sure, no problem. Brad and I can educate you kids by demonstrating a few moves.”

We giggle some more.

****

During lunch, Luke walks in and places his tray on the table in front of me - his usual spot. He very casually strolls around to my side of the table and places a gentle kiss on my lips, surprising me - and the rest of our friends - with his very obvious public display of affection.

“Hey, Emma, does this mean you got over your I-hate-all-men phase?” Brad winks at me.

“No, I still hate you.” I tease him giggling with my girls as Brad makes to clutch his heart in severe pain.

“Happy for you guys.” Brad taps Luke on his back as Luke passes him, making his way back to take his seat opposite me.

Luke’s warm fingers grab mine from across the table and he laces our fingers, leaving us both to eat with one hand only. It is difficult for me but even more so for him, as he has to eat using his left hand.

“Hey, Em.” He calls out to me as he puts his fork down, looking at me nervously.

That serious look is back in his eyes but this time I know it has nothing to do with my performance or lack of skills in the sex department.

I slowly place my fork down on my plate as I look at him waiting for him to continue speaking.

After a few seconds he continues. “There is this thing my parents are having on Saturday.”

A small pang of disappointment creeps into my chest because now I realise that we will not be spending Saturday together.
Damn!

I smile at him trying my best to hide my feelings.

“It is a charity event... that my mom puts together every year.” He says the words slowly as if it troubles him. “I’d like it if you will accompany me?” His eyebrow cocks up as he waits for my response.

Oh shit! He wants me to join him. With his parents. This is a big deal. I wonder if this is what got him in such a mess yesterday at lunch. That he had to invite me.
No!
my subconscious screams. He was under no obligation to invite you. He didn’t have to tell you anything if he seriously did not intend to take you. But he wants to take you, that explains why he is asking you to go with him.
True,
I tell her... mentally high fiving her.

“Oh... that sounds like fun. Go, Em.” Brit nudges me as she gladly voices her opinion.

The one word is ringing in my ears. Parents.

Shit!

They’ll ask questions.

Fuck! Meet the fucking parents who will ask a shit load of questions.

“Princess, what is it going to be? I need to RSVP.” He presses for an answer.

My head is spinning and after a few seconds I still am deciding what to say.

He smirks at me. “I’d prefer an answer sometime before Christmas, please.”

“Ah princess, what say you to your prince?” Brad jolts me out of my head trip.

I mentally push all thoughts away as I answer Luke. “You think it’s a good idea. I mean... we... we have only been seeing each other for a short time. You think it will be appropriate to take me?” My voice sounds as scattered as my brains.

He rakes a hand over his dark inky black hair ruffling it further, making him look as sexy as hell.

“Would I even ask if I didn’t think it was appropriate?” His voice is stern but I see a small smile playing at his lips.

“Okay.” I squeak out.

“Oh, yay! The princess has finally agreed to attend the ball with her prince.” Brad’s voice booms across the table.

“Shut up, Brad. What are you going to wear?” Jane shrieks in excitement from across the table.

“Oh... oh... I know... I know. That amazing new black floor length Ralph Lauren gown your parents got you,” Brit all but yells into my ear.

Rubbing my ear to ease the sudden ringing from her scream I realise she is right. This will be the perfect occasion to wear the beautiful gown that has been sitting in my closet.

I nod in agreement.

“Great.” Luke beams from across me, his bright blue eyes shining with happiness. He doesn’t pretend to hide his joy that I have agreed to attend the event with him. “I’ll RSVP today. It means a lot to me, princess.” His thumb strokes my hand.

I hope I know what I’m doing,
I remind myself as he walks me to my next class. This is not just a big deal for me but really important for him. And I’m already nervous.

He kisses me softly on my lips then bends his head down to my ear and whispers. “I’m totally fucking smitten.”

Releasing me, he stuff his hands into his pockets and walks away down the hallway towards his class while I can do nothing else but drool as I smile stupidly to myself.

All through class I am lost in thought... glowing in his public displays of affection. Not that I mind it. Hell no! I love it. But it is not something I am very used to. I think that is due to my parents never being around. There were never many family outings hence no real public hugs from them.

And with Ethan, well he was not very comfortable with public displays of affection except for our last year together when he started to feel a bit more comfortable. He had started to hug and kiss me around our friends with a lot more ease. But then Ethan never had much of a close family relationship growing up either. He was always in trouble and this led to his estranged relationship with his family until the end when they all made up and moved off to Switzerland. The only real hugs I cherished were from Brit and her family and of course my best friends.

But Luke... he is so different. He is like Brit, Travis, Jane and Brad. They are all so publically affectionate around each other. Because they grew up with such close knit families, I remind myself. Including Luke. Even though his parents split up, he never felt alone. He admitted as much to me. His parents were always around.

My friends all experienced everything I craved growing up. Brit’s parents were always there for me... bless their hearts. They tried their best but it was just not the same. While my parents mailed me expensive presents from overseas, Brit’s would shower me with hugs and kisses on my birthdays. They are the closest I have come to experiencing a family unit. And I cherish every moment I spend with them.

****

Luke continues to shower me with affection as we eat dinner in the cottage. Kissing me and cuddling with me as he feeds us both the delicious cheesy penne pasta with roasted garlic cream sauce.

Later when we are on the couch with him above me – his favourite position according to him - he demonstrates his happiness with me. Nibbling along my jaw bone, he speaks in a soft tender voice. “My family are very excited to meet you.” I can hear the joy in his voice.

I raise my eyebrows.
“Really?”
I ask him as I frown at the beautiful face hovering over mine, his body pressing down on me, pushing me deeper into the couch. I wonder what he has told them about me.

“Yes, they are. This is the first time I’m taking a date to one of their events.” He pauses. “Fuck... it is the first time I’ll be introducing them to a girlfriend.” He smiles shyly.

My back straightens and I try to sit up, putting my weight on my elbows.
What?
Now I know he’s lying. He must have taken Miss Jameson. So what is he playing at? I look up at him, narrowing my eyes as I try to figure him out. “You never took anyone else before me?” If he wants to lie then so will I. I can play his game too. Hell, I invented it during my childhood when I used to pretend I had loving parents who showered me with affection after school... like the parents of my friends.

“No. I always attended alone. You’re my first date ever.”

My eyes almost roll out of my head. “Lucky me. And what do you mean by I’m your first date?” My curiosity is getting the better of me.

“I don’t date.” He pauses, scratching his jaw. “What I mean is I never used to date. You’re the first girl I’m dating.”

What the fuck? My mind is screaming at me to ask him straight out about Miss Jameson. You don’t propose marriage to someone if you have not dated them. Instead I ask him, “Why didn’t you date?”

He swallows as he thinks about his answer. His head slowly dips down as his lips take mine in a soft kiss. And there he goes again, turning my brain to mush leaving me unable to have any rational thoughts. He expertly shifts the focus off himself.

I don’t want to drop this. I am curious and I think I have every right to know. Breaking the kiss, he moans softly at me clearly not happy.

“Why didn’t you date?” I ask him again, making my voice sound a bit more forceful than before. I am not letting this go.

He shakes his head. “I. Was. Waiting. For. You. Princess.” He answers as he drops tender kisses all over my neck between each word.

Oh fuck. I’m royally screwed.

He is so not going to answer me. I remember Travis calling him a ‘ladies’ man’ a while back. I make a mental note to quiz Brit about that remark. Maybe that is Luke’s game. Or I hope it was his game. Unless I’m just his latest new shiny toy until he gets bored.

My body tenses and he stops dropping kisses on my neck, lifting his head to look at me.

He is frowning. “What happened? You spaced out.”

Now I should ask him. But I’m afraid of his answer. So I lick my lips and lie. “Just wondering if your parents will like me.” I hate lying to him but I’m not sure if I will be able to handle the truth about Miss Jameson. How would I feel if she broke off the engagement? If so, is Luke still hurting?

“And why wouldn’t they?” He runs a single finger down the side of my face.

“I don’t know.”

“Stop over thinking things. They will love you.” He tries his best to reassure me.

But do you?
And I realise at this moment that I want him to love me because I know I love him. I don’t know how, when or where it happened. But as I look into the beautiful pools of blue gazing warmly down at me, I know I have fallen for him completely. We have only been together a short time and I’ve cherished every moment of ours together.

He doesn’t say anything else as his tongue continues to work its magic on me as he undresses me and then himself.

He turns me over onto my side, cradling me from behind, his hard length resting on my back. His hands move to my breasts that are aching for his touch, gently pulling and teasing my nipples until I cry out.

My clit is aching and my body is feverish for him as I struggle in pleasure and pain, wanting him inside me now. Grabbing my face, he turns me to suck my lower lip, pulling on it tenderly.

My hands reach behind me and I grip onto his hip as his thigh straddles over the side of my waist, his hardness pressing onto me... at the right spot where I need him most.