When I rose from my bed, he pulled back his comforter for me to slide under. Everything had changed in the last minute. I still wanted this, but I wasn't sure what either of us were doing anymore. I was momentarily distracted by his biceps as I cupped my hand over one and rested my other hand on his chest.

"Luke..." I looked up into his face.

"Hm," he murmured between his perfect lips.

"Are we thinking or not thinking?"

I studied his face for any hint of concern, but there was none. One time and we'd go our separate ways. We just had to give up the fight to move past it because the lust between us was so thick.

"I'm thinking about you right now." His hand slid up my side under my shirt and his thumb spread out over the side of my breast. He kissed my neck below my ear, creating an icy burn that turned hot. "And I'm going to be thinking about you tomorrow." His hand followed the curve of my waist and burrowed below my shorts. His fingers grabbed my ass hard, kneading into my skin. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, and he kissed my jaw. "And the day after that." Then his hand came out of my shorts and swept down my leg. He hitched my knee over his waist, pinning himself between my legs. I felt him between my legs, and I let out a small gasp at how big he was. This was going to happen. I could see it in his eyes. They'd changed to something wild. "But the next day, I'll stop." He smirked and rolled onto his back, bringing me up to straddle him.

"I'm still going to be thinking about you on that day," I said. The feeling of having him between my legs was something I'd be thinking about years from then.

"Good. Because I'm lying. I'll never be able to get your lips out of my mind."

He brushed the straps of my tank top down my upper arms while he kept his eyes on my mouth the entire time.

I pulled my arms out and bit my bottom lip at the way he was looking at them; dark and desperate, like he could stare at them for an eternity and never get tired of it. I wet my lips, hoping they glistened, hoping he was thinking about caramel because I was thinking about chocolate. I was desperate to taste him. As he watched me, his lips parted slightly and his tongue darted between them like he was trying to taste me from a foot away.

His chest rose as he took a deep breath. "I've never wanted someone so badly in my life, Reese. I can't control myself." His index finger lightly brushed my lips. "The things I'm thinking."

The way he said my name—husky and deep, the syrup in his voice flowing. I ground my hips into him, swirling my want for him around in my lower stomach. "I feel the same way," I practically moaned.

He ran his fingertips along the side of my thighs. "You feel so good," he said under his breath. "Too good."

He sucked in a sharp breath before we couldn't stand it any longer. We brought our lips together at the same time—full meeting full—pressing hard and soft, sexy and loving. His lips parted again, and his tongue pushed into my mouth, tingling with the toothpaste he'd just used. His kisses were like life and death. The passion I could feel behind it instinctively made my hips gyrate themselves again over Luke.

He made a noise from the back of his throat as his arms wrapped wholly around my waist, pushing me down at the same time he pressed his hips into me like all of our notches fit perfectly into the others'. He released me and pushed me up from the bottom of my ribs. I let my fingers follow the path of his forearm veins until he lifted the hem of my tank top, and I raised my arms over my head. Before it even hit the ground between the beds, his hands were all over my chest, memorizing the curves, circling and massaging.

He pinched my nipples and ran a hand down my abs. "Remind me to thank your Pilates instructor."

"Wait until I run a marathon," I replied with a sly smile. I knew this could possibly be the only time this was going to happen, but I wanted to pretend like it wasn't, like we'd still be doing this far into the future.

Luke sat up, pressing my boobs together and working his tongue over my curves. He paid attention to every heavy breath I let out, and he'd come back, humming, to repeat what he'd done to make me gasp. He sat up higher, and I twisted my fingers into his hair when he kissed his way up my left collarbone. My other hand traced the triangles of his shoulder blades before inspecting every muscle on his back that made me question if I had a back fetish.

Whatever he suddenly did with his tongue across my throat made me moan his name softly, and he flipped me onto my back at the sound.

"I want to hear that again," Luke said after he sank his perfect teeth into my earlobe.

"Oh, Luke," I exaggerated.

Luke's chuckle tickled my neck. "Ugh, you're going to do that to me?" he groaned, kissing me lightly and rubbing me over the thin fabric of my pajama shorts.

I fisted the sheets, trying to keep from moaning from real. "Oh, Luuuke," I sang-moaned louder, as his lips traveled down my chest and stomach.

He bit my hip bone playfully and looked up at me through his ink black eyelashes. He toyed with the elastic of my shorts. "You're going to be hard to please, aren't you?"

I shook my head and licked my lips, begging him silently to take the rest of my clothes off. His eyes got stuck on my lips as my tongue dragged its way across before he connected back with my eyes. He pulled my underwear and shorts down my legs swiftly. I kicked them off of my ankles and heard the soft pat as they hit the carpet.

My legs fell open. I shimmied my shoulders and laughed. Without contact as a distraction, I was able to tease him."Ohh, Lu—" I started to shrill before he made me gasp unexpectedly at the touch of his warm tongue that was much better than I had anticipated.

"Well... shit." My words came out breathy as he swirled and a shudder ran up to my neck. His fingers dug into my thighs when I moaned his name for real. He clasped a hand with mine while I gathered his hair between my fingers, pleasure mounting.

"Caramel," he said against me, causing a flare to shoot up from between my legs when his tongue entered me. He pulled back and inserted two fingers.  "You are caramel. I want all of you all over me."

Then he brought his mouth back down on me and with each flick, rapid fire sparks shot out until I was rocking against his tongue and fingers and coming undone while I moaned in unexplainable pleasure.

No other guy could compete, and this was a mistake thinking I could ever go back to not having him like this. We'd have to be fuck buddies for the rest of our lives.

I unclenched my thighs from around his head as I slowed, but the heavy ache of want I felt for him revved back up. I needed him inside me. I tugged at his hair. The yellow in his eyes was on fire as our faces inched closer. He slid up my body, planting kisses and leaving goosebumps in his wake.

"I love making you come," he said into my mouth and kissed me hard. "I want to feel it while I'm inside you."

My mind took a sharp detour when he traveled down my body again. "Jesus. Tell me you thought there was a minuscule chance of this happening and you bought condoms on this trip."

"I think that's a trap question," Luke whispered, closing his mouth around my nipple. My hips arched up against his at the simultaneous gentleness and intensity.

"Technically, that wasn't a question," I managed to get out between the current juddering through me.

He rolled his hips back into me as his mouth brushed the skin over my sternum. "I want every little piece of you, Reese. You're perfect."

Luke rose onto all fours above me, looking at me with such ferocity that my breath halted in my throat, and he came back to kiss me hard.

"No, don't leave me here," I pouted when he pushed himself up again. I wouldn't have been able to stand being apart. I wrapped my legs tight around his waist and picked myself up off the bed, hanging from his neck. His arm cradled my ass as we moved to his suitcase. He bent over and threw a few things aside while I flitted my tongue along the cartilage of his ear and whispered how much I wanted him, how much he was making me feel.

"I can't focus," Luke replied into my hair futilely, slipping one hand between my legs while his other hand rooted around in his suitcase. I whimpered into his ear when his finger slid inside because he was focusing perfectly on me. "Fuck, you're dripping wet."

I nodded my cheek against his. "You make me this wet."

He stopped his attempt at searching and pulled his fingers out of me slowly. His eyes were fierce and serious, stuck on my mouth, but like all first times, he hesitated; unsure if I would be okay with what he was fantasizing about. But I knew what he wanted without him having to ask—I wanted it too—because we had the same dangerous oral fixation. I opened my mouth for him, my tongue resting flat, and he relaxed, pushing the two fingers that had just been inside of me deep into my mouth.

"That's just for me?" he said forcefully, making me wetter. How much was he holding back? I wanted all of his dirty thoughts.

I nodded my head, running my tongue along the bottom of his fingers. With his other hand, he pulled my hand down to feel his erection.

"You make me so fucking hard. I'm never going to get enough of you," he groaned.

He went back to focusing between my legs with his long fingers while rummaging through his suitcase. I moaned into his ear until finally he straightened and gave me a wicked smile.

"God," I said, the word catching in my throat. I kissed him hard, sucking on his bottom lip, while he pushed his pajama pants down his hips and stepped out of them. I heard the wrapper tear behind my back, and Luke hoisted me further up his waist.

He fumbled below me as I quickly increased the fire in my kiss at the thought that he was finally going to be inside me.

"I don't even care if you stole those," I said, pulling back slightly. "Or if you brought those for someone else back home."

He growled into my mouth when his teeth caught my lip. The animals had come out in both of us.

Luke couldn't wait another second. He pushed me up against the wall, bracing me with his strength, and thrust into me. The heat searing through me was melting my insides. He was bigger than any guy I'd been with.

"Fuck, Reese," Luke rasped against my neck, picking up his speed. "Why haven't we been doing this all week?"

The easy answer was that he was Luke and I was Reese—made of two different concentrations that had finally equalized through osmosis. But my brain was mush, so I wasn't thinking that. I was thinking about Luke's tight ass tensing under my fingers as he pushed himself into me and how mind-numbingly good it was.

Luke put his palm flat against the wall next to my head and kissed me, our tongues meeting fervently. He shoved us off the wall and removed himself from me, lowering me down until I stood. I gave him a smoldering look, angry that he'd had the idea to even disconnect for one second. He smiled deviously, pushed me back against the wall, and dropped to his knees.

"Don't be mad at me," he pleaded, then proceeded to make it up to me with his perfect tongue. He spread me open and plunged it inside me. He hummed like I was satisfying his deepest need. I began to shake, but Luke pulled back and looked up at me, rubbing me with his fingers too slowly. "Tell me how much you miss my cock already."

"Luke," I tried breathily. "I..."

He slipped a finger inside of me, rubbing in a circle over my G-spot. My hips arched toward his face.

"Your body wants me." He smirked before he ran his tongue over me, but not long enough and he pulled back when I started to shake again, torturing me, edging me. "I still want to hear how much your mind wants me. Tell me what you're thinking, and I'll let you come."

"Please," I begged. "I need you."

He picked up his speed with his fingers, staring up at me with his piercing blue eyes. He flicked me quickly with his tongue, and I let out a moan and my eyes rolled up in pleasure, thinking he was going to let me feel the release, but he suddenly stopped.

Even on his knees, Luke was in complete control. And it was fucking hot.

"Fuck," I whimpered, knowing how close I was and how good it was going to feel after he'd built it so many times. I was so turned on I couldn't think straight.

He shook his head when I looked down at him. "Is that all?" He knew I was holding out.

"I love how you fuck me like you own me," I said truthfully.

Is it sick I was thinking this, considering our history? Or is it even sicker that I almost came from his next words alone?

Luke smirked again, his pupils blown. "I don't just want to own you, Reese. I want to ruin you."

My arms laid flat against the wall. I spread my fingers out at the rippling current coursing through my veins and raised a leg over his shoulder as he worked his tongue over me in perfect rhythm with his fingers.

"Come on my mouth while you moan my name," he demanded.

I moaned his name louder than I'd ever moaned another man's name as it shuddered through my entire body so forcefully I was seeing stars.

He straightened and flipped me around. He took my hand and placed it against the wall under his and bent me over, before he entered me from behind, pushing all of himself into me. I gasped at how much it was, my brain tingling with the aftershock of pleasure.

"From now on," he huffed in my ear, "every second I'm spending not inside you is going to be torture."

The bottom of my heart fell out at the thought of Luke being subjected to that every day. I didn't want him to ever feel pain again, but I couldn't say anything back because my mind was bound tight in pleasure at the thought of having that control over him, and I wasn't sure I could live without what he was doing to my body. I knew now what I was subjecting myself to for the rest of my life.

He picked up his force as he gathered my hair in his hand and moaned into my neck. "You are everything. You know that, right?"

I nodded as I laced my fingers through his against the wall as he continued fawning over my body.

"Everything that is perfect in this world." He pulled me back by the hair to look at him, my back arched hard, and nibbled on my bottom lip. "This perfect dirty mouth." He pushed himself deep inside me and we moaned together. "So tight and perfect." He pinched my nipples. "Perfect tits." He rubbed his palms over my ass and spanked me. "Perfect ass."

Then we suffered through the momentary and overwhelming loss of contact as we fell back on the bed together. I positioned myself over him and skated my hands across his hard lines and angles as I rocked into him. I started to slow, trying to savor it—every quiver of Luke's body, every touch cascading over my skin, every jolt racing through me.

I didn't think Luke knew either if this was the only time we would have each other. I could feel his eyes drinking in my body. His hands tightened over my hips, thumbs pressing into the creases my legs were creating, until he spread his hands over each side of my ass.

He sat up at his waist, kissing me hungrily. "I don't want this to end," he said into my mouth.

"I know," I replied, unsure of what he meant by this. One thing I was sure of: I'd been holding back, trying to delay the inevitable, as the pressure built between my legs because I felt the same way. But at the angle he was now entering me, I couldn't suppress it any further. I brought my hand down to rub myself, but Luke shook his head and replaced my fingers with his thumb as I rode him in his lap.

"You're so fucking good," Luke said gruffly. He knew I had zero self-control left as he watched me start to orgasm. "That's it. Take what you want. Use my cock to make yourself come."

His dirty words pushed me over the line and thankfully solidified to me what we were doing—using each other for mind-blowing sex. The cadence of my breath increased rapidly, and we traded moans into each other's mouths. We were trying to get closer than humanly possible, clawing at each other, pulling the other in. I dug my fingernails of one hand into his back and slid my fingers of my other hand up through his hair as I came undone—every pulse more electrifying than the last until it crested and Luke shook, letting out a satisfied grunt against my chest.

He slowly lowered both of us back, breathing heavily into the base of my neck. He picked his head up when his breath returned to normal and looked at me with a closed lip smile that sparkled all the way to his bright eyes.

He traced his index finger along my top lip, and I opened my mouth to say... anything, but Luke shook his head and kissed my top lip. He traced his index finger along my bottom lip, and I tried again, but he shook his head and kissed my bottom lip.

I didn't know what I wanted to say. Did anything need to be said?

I sighed and cuddled closer to him as Luke continued his grazes along my facial features, following each with a tender kiss. I ran my thumb over the four black dots on his inner bicep, thankful that Luke was living and breathing there with me.

Whatever there was to say would ruin it. So I stayed quiet and smiled, dissolving under the solar flare of Luke's stare.

—

When Luke's alarm went off, I kicked around, trying to find him to make him turn it off, but I kept stretching further until I realized he wasn't in the bed with me. It was my own phone trilling. I didn't remember setting it. When I woke completely, I realized Luke was gone. Panic set in when I pulled back the curtain, blinding myself with sunshine, and scanned the parking lot.

He was gone, gone.

No. I laughed at myself. Luke wouldn't leave me four hours outside of Seattle with no way to get home. Wherever he went, he was going to come back.

I checked my phone, but he hadn't texted me. We wanted to leave by seven to make time for Snoqualmie, which only left us another twenty minutes.

I pushed the door open to the bathroom, trying to take my mind off why Luke had left. I brushed my teeth and did my hair. After another ten minutes went by, I was a mental mess.

I didn't care if it was almost seven in the morning. I picked up my phone and called Paige.

"Hello," she grumbled.

"Paige," I whined.

Her voice came out clear and wide awake. "You slept with him, didn't you?"

"Paige! Also, I miss you."

"Oh, God. Is he terrible in bed?" She paused but quickly followed with, "No, don't tell me. I want to go on thinking he's perfect."

"No, he's perfect."

Paige let out a sigh of relief. "Then what's wrong?"

"I woke up, and he's gone."

She laughed. "Reese, you're in the middle of nowhere. You think he just straight up ditched you? Or wait, are you in Seattle?"

"We're in Spokane. Close enough maybe where he ditched me. It's in the same state, even if it's on the other side. Do you think he would do that?"

"No," she laughed. "Quit freaking out."

My anxiety was rising despite her words. "What if he freaked out?"

"This is Luke we're talking about. Remember when Mrs. Martin broke her leg, and he waited for her every morning and afternoon to help her bring her things to car."

I'd forgotten about that. "Yeah, but that has nothing to do with me."

Paige sighed heavily, annoyed. "Of course it has nothing to do with you. It's about Luke. He's not a person that would abandon you in a random city after he drove you two