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Luka looked up at the sky, his flaxen curls gleaming gray in the darkness. Our only light came from inside my quarters. When I reached him, my heartbeat sped up for a different reason. Had he seen me run to the bathroom?
“Are you sick?”
His question crushed my insides. “No.”
He twisted toward me slightly and touched my forehead. I didn’t back away even if I wanted too. Maybe the shock of how good his calluses felt against my skin kept me from moving. His blue eyes scanned my face as if searching for something. For a second, I wondered how that hand would feel squeezing my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple to life. Thank goodness he dropped his hand before my thoughts scrambled and I completely forgot myself.
“You don’t seem sick to me,” he finally said, returning his attention to the sky.
“It’s because I’m not. What are you looking at anyway?” I looked up with him. This far away from the city, the stars shined brightly above us. A blanket of diamonds in the sky.
“It’s not what I’m looking at.” He sighed. It must have been the saddest sound I’d ever heard from the way my heart jerked inside my chest. I would have teared up if I hadn’t already wasted my quota for the day in the bathroom. “It’s what I’m looking for.”
I swallowed. “What are you looking for?”
“Answers,” he whispered. “They say, if you look up at the stars long enough, you will find answers.”
“All of life’s questions.”
How did we get philosophical all of a sudden? For the first time, no matter how beautiful Luka looked, I didn’t want to take his picture. I was afraid that if I went inside to grab my camera he wouldn’t be here when I got back.
I couldn’t be sure what drove me to ask, “Any specific questions you’re looking for answers too?”
He turned to face me again. His hand brushed over the banister until his fingers touched mine. My lips parted slightly when he took my hand and placed a soft kiss over my knuckles. Not once did he remove his gaze from mine. I willed myself not to blink, not wanting to miss a moment of what Luka was doing. My breath hitched when he turned my hand over and kissed the center of my palm. The tip of his tongue darted out and traced my love and life lines. My own tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, the inside having gone dry. Then Luka spoke into my palm, his hot breath drying the wetness he’d left behind.
“Like if I wanted to kiss you, will you let me?”
The muscles in my abdomen quivered. I heard no hint of teasing in his question. I cleared my throat before swallowing.
“But you’re already kissing me,” I said, admonishing myself for the tremor in my voice.
As if to prove my point, he kissed my palm again, open-mouthed this time. “That I am. But this isn’t the only place I want to kiss you.”
Squaring my shoulders, I took the dare in his tone. “Where else?”
He moved his lips to the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist. “Here.” He licked the cluster of veins there. I couldn’t stop the shiver ravaging my body even if I wanted to.
I shook my head. “Go on. Where else.”
Keeping his eyes on mine, Luka trailed kisses until he reached the inside of my elbow and nipped the skin there. I twitched from the pleasure pain of the contact. He licked the spot before running his hand up my arm until he closed it behind my neck. He pulled me closer and I stopped thinking. My tongue darted across my lower lip, waiting, wanting what happens next.
“Can I kiss you here, Dakota?” He ran his thumb along the exact same path the tip of my tongue took earlier.
I dipped my chin once, unable to really nod because of the brace his hand behind my neck created.
“Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
“Yes.” It came out more breath than word. “I want you to kiss me.”
Excruciatingly slow, Luka leaned in, never adjusting his seat on the banister. One mistake and he would fall. But the consequences were the furthest from my mind. In fact, I barely had any coherent thoughts. Luka took my bottom lip between his teeth and pulled me toward him. I didn’t resist. I was beyond resisting.
I took his face into my hands and crushed myself against him, plunging my tongue into his mouth. With a groan, he moved his hand from my neck to the small of my back. He pressed me against him. My nipples pebbled almost immediately inside my bra upon contact with his chest. His heat enveloped me, banishing the cold of night.
As I ravaged his mouth like it was my first drink of water after a yearlong draught, I noticed Luka only held me with one hand. He kept the other holding onto the banister. It struck me as odd at first because I wanted both his hands on my body, but I stopped caring when my tongue slammed against the metal stud in his mouth. God Almighty! A tongue ring. I whimpered, shaking. I couldn’t get enough. His spicy sweet scent extended into his taste. I didn’t care that I lapped at him. This kiss was sloppy, messy, and all kinds of sexy. At some point I forgot to breathe and got light-headed. I needed air, but not even the Jaws of Life could rip me away from Luka’s delicious mouth.
Vaguely, I felt Luka’s hand climb back up my spine to my hair. He closed it around the strands and pulled. At first, I thought he was trying to keep my mouth against his. Seconds later he tugged harder than what was considered sexual. I had to detach myself from him to keep from having my scalp ripped off.
“What are you doing?” I stared into his hooded eyes. I barely caught the blue in them. His long eyelashes created shadows against the tops of his cheekbones.
He breathed just as hard as I did when he finally met me stare for stare. Untamed desire colored his irises black. I noticed then how hard he was shaking. His knuckles knocked against the base of my skull. I whispered his name, my own desire morphing into fear. My heart hammered in my ears.
He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. “You better go.”
One by one he opened his fingers, his knuckles popping from the effort. They were so tight against my hair that the pain pulsed from the roots. I actually hissed.
“Just go!” he growled.
“Not until you tell me why,” I demanded. I had to be angry because the alternative was far more frightening.
Luka looked away from me and rubbed his hand over his face. “Because if you don’t go, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.”
I shifted, trying my best not to massage the spot where his hand last touched my body. “What if I don’t want you to stop?”
He shook his head and sighed. “Wrong fucking question, Dakota. Just leave before this goes to a place you will surely regret.”
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