Sweet Dreams (A Sugar Rush Novel) (13 page)

Oh my.

Polly swallowed hard as she stared at the landscape of his naked back, his straight spine bisecting the smooth muscles on either side. The strong curves of his shoulders sloped down to the insanely impressive bulges of his biceps and corded forearms. His skin was smooth, golden-brown, and so mouth-wateringly tempting that she ached to trail her lips over the ridge of his spine.

Her heart was racing. She reminded herself what she’d set out to
prove
to him, as well as the fact that he was obviously still expecting her to return to the massage.

I’m going full force,
she’d told herself at the Troll’s House.

She pulled in a heavy breath, gathered her courage, and straddled Luke’s lower back. The movement caused her skirt to ride higher on her thighs—not that he could see that, but the position allowed her to press weight evenly on both sides of his back. It also allowed her to feel the sheer strength of him right between her legs, but she tried to push that out of her mind and focus on her task.

Touching his bare skin was heaven, the friction against her palms warming her all the way down to her toes. When he groaned again, she pressed harder, kneading his lower back—where his drawstring pants were starting to ride dangerously low—and along his sides. Her breathing grew faster and sweat trickled between her breasts, but she held on to her composure and focused all her energy on helping Luke relax.

His muscles loosened slowly, molding like pliable dough beneath her hands. His own breathing slowed, his body sinking against the mattress. She slackened the pace of her massage, switching from short kneads to long, easy strokes designed to increase the flow of blood. She ended with a light rubbing of his lower back.

He was breathing deeply and evenly, his head turned to the side and his eyes closed. Polly eased away from straddling his thighs to sit beside him on the bed again. She leaned in closer to his ear.

“Luke,” she whispered. “Are you asleep?”

“No,” he mumbled.

“You can turn around now.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have a boner the size of a redwood tree.”

A giggle escaped Polly at the same time that arousal poured through her veins like sweet, melted butter. Her pulse quickened. She let her gaze stroke over his body again. His muscles were still loose and relaxed, but there was a new kind of tension coiling through him. Sexual tension.

And if Polly rephrased his remark in her mind, which she absolutely did, she thought that what Luke
had
was a “big, throbbing cock.”

She almost moaned aloud, squeezing her thighs together to assuage the ache that had burgeoned since she’d first started touching him. She’d been wet since then, too, her sex so slippery that he’d probably be able to slide his big, throbbing cock into her with no resistance whatsoever . . .

She closed her eyes, unable to stop herself from pressing her hand between her legs. Need sparked through her body, a flame that had been kindled the instant she’d looked up and met his gaze across the crowded bar.

She opened her eyes and looked at him again. He pushed to his elbows and turned his head. A hot, electric current sizzled between them.

There were a lot of things Polly didn’t know, or at least that she was still learning. But if she focused and paid attention to her instincts, she knew what she wanted. As long as she didn’t get swept up in silly thoughts of romance, then Luke Stone was exactly what she both wanted and needed.

She leaned closer and gazed into his lust-dark eyes.

“Turn around,” she whispered.

“You don’t know what you’re asking, Peach.”

“Yes, I do.” She pushed gently on his shoulder. “Turn around.”

With a slight grimace, he turned and flopped back against the pillows, his breath expelling on a long rush. Shivers raced through Polly as she drank in the sight of his bare chest, all beautiful, sculpted muscles and six-pack abdomen leading right down to . . .

Holy mother of . . .

She stared in shocked fascination at the massive bulge tenting the loose cotton of his pants. The hard length appeared to be
throbbing
, and her own body responded with a surge of lust so sharp she almost gasped.

“You should walk away right now,” Luke muttered hoarsely, his voice infused with both urgency and warning.

She dragged her eyes away from his erection and back up to his face.

“Why?” she asked.

He blinked. “What?”

“Why should I walk away?”

He gave a humorless laugh and shook his head. “I’m not the right guy for you, Peach. Yeah, we could have a great time together, but you’re the kind of girl who deserves something long-lasting, and I can’t give that to you.”

“I’m not asking you to.”

“I always put my work first.”

“So do I.”

He frowned. “I’m too old for you.”

“I’m not too young for you.”

“I’m tedious and boring.”

“Yeah.” Polly poked him gently in the chest and gave him a wry look. “That’s exactly what I thought when I was grinding up against you at the Troll’s House.”

“I can’t make you any promises.”

“I’m not asking for promises.”

“I come with a crapload of baggage.”

She shrugged. “Don’t we all?”

Luke studied her for a minute, as if she were a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.

“Do you ever let anyone have the last word?” he asked.

“When it’s warranted.” She leaned closer to him, resting her hand on the pillow beside his head. “But right now, I think it would be a good idea if you just stopped talking.”

She lowered her head and kissed him. A thousand fireworks exploded inside her at the touch of his warm lips against hers. She put her other hand on his chest. His heartbeat pulsed beneath her palm as she increased the pressure of the kiss.

Luke muttered a noise low in his throat. He grasped the back of her neck and pulled her closer, his tongue flicking out to slide across her lower lip. Heat bloomed in Polly, intensifying her simmering arousal and emboldening her to slip her hand down his chest, past the washboard ridges of his abs, and down to . . .

Oh God.

Her fingers trembled as she cupped his erection, feeling the warmth of his shaft burning clear through his pants. She broke her mouth away from his, her breathing fast as she turned her attention to his lower body.

Her courage faltered for a second before she reminded herself that she was the one who’d been pushing for things to go further. So she had to be the one to take them there, even if she didn’t have nearly his level of experience. She glanced at Luke, who was watching her with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling with every hard breath.

“Maybe we can just fool around first,” she said breathlessly. “Not go . . . you know. All the way. Yet.”

He continued looking at her, faint amusement glimmering in his eyes.

“We don’t have to go
all the way
,” he agreed gravely.

“Is that lame? I mean, I’m sorry if I—”

“Polly, if you don’t take my cock out right now, I’m going to come in my pants and we won’t even get halfway to
all the way
.”

Her heart kicked up a notch. She squeezed her thighs together, hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, and slowly tugged them over his hips. His cock sprang free, rising upward like a living thing, so big and hard that Polly’s sex clenched with anticipation. Veins lined the smooth, thick shaft, and the mushroom-shaped head was already dampening with moisture.

She sat back on her heels and licked her lips. “Um . . . wow.”

Luke groaned, reaching down to wrap his hand around his thick shaft. “If you lick your lips one more time, you’d better do it closer to my dick.”

“Oh. Do you want me to . . .”

A faint chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Not yet, Peach, or this will be over before we even get started.”

He stroked his cock. Polly couldn’t take her eyes off the sinuous movement, the way he slid his palm with such natural ease from base to tip. He nodded to her dress.

“Take it off.”

Anxiety twisted in her stomach. She grasped the stretchy fabric and pulled it over her head to reveal her bra and panties, both plain white and bordered by a lace trim dotted with tiny rosebuds.

His breath hissed out in appreciation as he raked his gaze over her full breasts and round hips. A rush of self-consciousness hit Polly as she briefly compared herself to the sleek, bone-thin women who probably frequented his circle, but he was looking at her with such desire that her concerns quickly faded.

“Come here.” Luke pushed himself to a sitting position and grasped her arm, pulling her to him so insistently that she fell against his chest with a gasp.

And then he was kissing her again, hot and deep, and her whole body arched toward him in surrender. She drove her hand into his hair, reveling in the exquisite pressure of his mouth, the solid strength of his body against hers.

“Fuck, you’re sweet,” he muttered, pressing a line of kisses over her neck as he slid his hand up her bare leg. “You taste like cherries. Bet you’re juicy like one too.”

Polly’s breath caught as he nudged his hand between her legs, urging her to part them. He shifted, lowering her back onto the pillows and coming over her to brace one hand beside her head. He flicked open the front clasp of her bra and her breasts popped free, her nipples so stiff she was almost embarrassed by the evidence of her arousal.

He whispered another curse, pushing her bra aside and lowering his head to capture one of her nipples between his teeth. Electric sparks shot all the way down to Polly’s sex.

“Oh.” She wiggled beneath him, stunned by the combination of pleasure and light pain as he tugged gently at her nipple, then soothed the ache with a sweep of his tongue. “Oh, that feels good.”

She became faintly aware that, although she had been the one to instigate this encounter, she was absolutely not in charge. Nor did she want to be. She watched Luke in a daze as he caressed her body in all the right places, the friction of his palms leaving paths of warmth over her skin.

He kissed his way down her soft belly, his scruff rubbing her like the finest sandpaper. Polly tensed when he reached her tight cotton panties and twisted his fingers in the waistband. She was soaking down there—she’d been hot since she first started rubbing his shoulders—and again her arousal was a little embarrassing.

Luke pulled her panties off with a flick of his hand, yanking them down her legs and tossing them to the floor. Then they were both naked, his cock nudging against her hip, their breathing so hard it almost drowned out the sound of her heartbeat.

“You’re incredible.” He ran his hand up and down her body, his touch warm and smooth. “Perfect.”

Polly had never felt perfect, but in that moment, she absolutely did.

“Luke!” she gasped, thrusting her hips involuntarily upward as his fingers slipped between her thighs and found her damp cleft.

“Ah, shit, you’re so wet already.” He pressed his mouth against hers. “Open up for me, Peach.”

A flush swept over her. She parted her legs and opened her mouth. Then he was inside her in both places, his tongue sliding against hers and his forefinger moving back and forth in her opening. She sank into the pillows, delicious tension winding through her.

Past the fog of lust, she dimly thought she didn’t want to come quite so soon, but she couldn’t stop her whole body from simply yielding to him. A hot melting sensation filled her veins, the swirl of thick cream into dark French roast coffee, the slow dissolve of sugar into boiling water, the softening of bittersweet chocolate on your tongue.

Luke lifted his head away from her, a flush cresting his sharp cheekbones and his eyes glittering. He slipped his fingers up to her clit and slowly massaged the sensitive bud. Tension tightened her nerves. She looked down at her naked body all spread out and open. His long fingers moved against her pussy, his hard, muscular chest pressed to her side . . .

She moaned, wiggling her hips to encourage him to rub harder. “I’m . . . I’m getting close.”

“Good.” His hot breath caressed her cheek. “I’ll take you over the edge.”

He increased the pressure just a little, spreading two fingers on either side of her clit. The tension broke. Polly came with a shriek, bucking her hips upward as vibrations trembled and rocked through her body. Luke’s voice was a low stream of pleasure and encouragement in her ear as she fell, panting, back against the pillows.

“Oh my God,” she gasped. “And that was just from you touching me.”

He chuckled and rubbed his lips across her collarbone. “I plan to do a hell of a lot more than that, Peach. But not just yet.”

She lifted herself onto her elbows. His erection was still rock-hard.

Her heart thumped against her ribs. “Can I touch you now?”

“Not until we agree on a rule.” He slid his hand down her body again. “Never
ask
if you can touch me. You can always just do it.”

“Agreed,” she breathed, closing her fist around his warm, throbbing shaft.

His sharp intake of breath bolstered both her confidence and her fascination. Wanting to find out if she could take him over the edge the way he’d done to her, she began stroking his cock slowly.

“Ah, fuck . . .” He groaned and lay back against the pillows, one arm behind his head and his eyes half-closed. “Jesus, that’s good.”

Polly sat up, sharply aware of her nakedness and the fact that Luke was watching the sway of her breasts as she knelt beside him. His erection stuck straight up, pointing toward the ceiling. A sudden urge seized her to straddle the
front
of his body this time and position the thick tip of his cock right at her opening before slowly lowering herself onto his shaft . . .

She shivered, pressing her thighs together. As much as she wanted him to actually fuck her, she was almost relieved that they weren’t going quite that far
yet.
It was intimidating enough just touching his very hard, male body, so she was more than happy to start by dipping her toes into the river of hot masculinity that was Luke Stone. And his cock.