CLAIRE WOKE UP in complete darkness in an unfamiliar bed. It took a moment for her groggy mind to catch up with the fact that she was in Luke’s private jet on her way to Hawaii. It was another moment before she realized no one needed her and there was no reason for her to wake up. She stretched, waiting for the guilt she was sure would follow, and was surprised when it didn’t. Maybe part of her had started to believe what Luke said: that in order to be a good mother, she had to take care of herself and her relationship with her husband too. She snuggled deeper under the soft down comforter and felt his arm tighten around her waist as the hard length of his body curled around hers.
His hand skimmed over her belly and she tried not to think about how much her body had changed since giving birth to her daughter. Luke loved her pregnant body. As soon as she and the doctor convinced him that sex was safe, he’d made love to her with the same fierce hunger that initially drew them together. But with the wait after Bella was born and the exhaustion that hung around her like a fog, it had been a long time since they enjoyed each other the way they used to.
One more thing to add to the list of things that needed to change, but she didn’t have to wait for this one. She could take matters into her own hands. Literally, she thought, stifling a giggle. Wiggling her butt tighter against his body, she fitted herself to him, feeling the press of his cock against the cleft of her ass. Sucking in a breath, she rocked back and felt him start to swell. Before he came fully awake and took control, she spun around in his arms and pressed a kiss to the warm skin of his bare chest.
He must have stripped out of his clothes before climbing into the bed with her. He’d stayed up working after she’d fallen asleep, and she didn’t remember him coming to bed. But he was definitely with her now—every glorious naked bit of him. She could feel every inch of his beautiful sculpted body and inhaled the heady scent of his aftershave. She never got tired of the smell of him: complicated, expensive, and undeniably Luke. Burrowing under the covers, she laid a trail of kisses down the center of his chest, nuzzling his sleep-warmed skin and relishing in the scent and taste of him.
She could tell the moment he woke because his hands went from gently holding her to tangling in her hair, urging her lower. She happily complied, loving the power in his demanding touch. When she reached the soft thatch of hair ringing his thick base, she breathed him in before sliding her tongue up the length of him in one smooth, long stroke, licking him like he was an ice cream and she was starving. She felt his groan under her hand still resting against the flat plane of his stomach.
Wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock, she slid down, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. The groan rumbled through his chest and his fingers tightened in her hair, pushing her to take more of him. She squeezed her fingers around his base and bobbed her head, trying to go farther with each stroke until her nose bumped against his stomach. It had taken her awhile to figure out how to take all of him and still be able to breathe, but it was worth it to have her husband lose control at her touch. He was normally so strong and in charge, and she loved being the one to make him lose himself in pleasure.
“Not this time,” he whispered in the dark, tugging her off him and pulling her up his body to face him. “I need to be inside you.”
Any disappointment she’d felt at stopping before he lost control vanished as he kissed her. His tongue stroked and teased her as if he was making love to her mouth. His hands slid over her bare back, holding her like she was something precious and he couldn’t get enough. Breaking the kiss, she sat up and straddled him. The thick, hard length of him rode the slick seam of her body. All she had to do was tip her hips and she could take him inside her, but it had been so long since they’d had any real time together. She didn’t want to rush. She heard some fumbling beside the bed and then the lights came on, dim but enough to see.
“I need to see you,” said Luke. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Claire.”
Keeping his gaze locked on her face, he ran his hands up her ribcage to cup her breasts. He hadn’t stopped touching her breasts while she was nursing. They both enjoyed it too much for that, but it had been different. It had been a long time since he could touch her there the way she liked—the way they both liked—but there was no reason to stop him now. His thumbs grazed the tight peaks, and her back bowed in response, arching and offering her body to his touch.
She rocked her hips forward, sliding over him, dragging the thick crown of his cock over her swollen clit. With every stroke, she inched closer to her opening, teasing them both until she couldn’t stand it a moment longer. Lifting her hips, she wedged him at the opening to her body and then sank down, taking him deep inside her.