Lyra Parish - Weak for Him

His eyes gleamed, but the shine was no longer for me.

I knew that.

"Yeah. After the last few weeks we've spent together, I think it would be perfect."

Candles covered the small table and a violinist played in the background of Luke's dining room. Silver platters awaited us, and we sat.

"Stuffed shrimp and your favorite, macaroni," Luke said.

I giggled.

"Luke, you are so sophisticated with your fancy macaroni and cheese."

He laughed with me. "Oh, that macaroni is for you, m'lady."

"Wine?" The female servant asked. I nodded my head and thanked her as she poured my favorite cranberry wine.

"You ordered Texas wine. Yum." I smiled before taking a sip.

When we finished dinner, Luke stood and grabbed my hand. The lights lowered, and the violinist played a soft melody that was perfect for dancing. "Would you give me the honor?"

His hands found their way down my body to my waist, and I pulled him close to me. We danced a slow, sensual dance. Our bodies' scents mingled with one another, and I felt punch-drunk happy. His lips lingered on the softness of my neck and the heat of his breath left me wanting more. He spun me around, dipped me in front of the fireplace, and pulled me back up to him. My eyes looked up into his blues, and he smiled.

"Paris in two weeks," he said.

"You're joking, right? I thought it was cancelled."

"I would never joke about bringing you. We are going." He spun me around and back to him.

"You're going to love the lights, the music, the wine, the city. I was offered a project and it may take me a few weeks, and I want you to accompany me. I know I'll be dragging you back to the States before it's over."

"We'll be staying for weeks?"

"Longer, if you want. I received the approval to take you this morning."

Excitement fluttered. I wanted to leave tomorrow.

"So you're a dancer?" I asked.

"I've taken a few lessons, and so have you."

"How did you know?" My lips traced the outside of his, and his breathing increased. Another few spins and a dip and I found myself back in his arms, smiling.

"You've got rhythm," he said.

My hands found themselves pulling off his suit jacket and throwing it on the couch. He lifted an eyebrow, and I couldn't help but think of Finn.

I slipped off my high heels and realized I needed them to halfway stand a chance next to Luke's six-foot-two frame. Following my lead, he removed his shoes and pulled my hair from the tight ponytail. Brown softness fell around my shoulders, and he ran his hand through it.

The violinist continued to play "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong as Luke led me up the stairs.

It was go time.

I smiled at him and took his hand.

A garden tub full of bubble bath awaited us, along with two glasses, and another bottle of wine. Steam filled the bathroom.

"Mr. Brand, if I didn't know better, I would think you were trying to get me drunk."

He pulled me close to him and traced the outside of my jaw with his finger.

"Never. I want you to do this because you want to, Jennifer. Not because you've had the most delicious Texas cranberry wine ever created, or because I paid for you to do so."

My breath hitched in my chest.

"Don't say anything at all. It's the elephant in the room, might as well make it known. I don't want to be here if you don't want to. I don't want to force you."

I walked closer to Luke and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I want to be here. I want to be with you. I want you to be the one."

Luke leaned against the bathroom counter and crossed his arms, waiting for me. As he took off his shirt, I caught sight of another tattoo on the other side of his abdominal: a key.

"The key, it's new?"

"Dance for me, and I'll tell you about it."

That, I could do.

I moved my hips in slow figure eights while unzipping the front of my dress. Once it fell to the ground, I stood in cute mesh panties and a bra. This lingerie was for looks only; this set was for Luke, and Luke alone. His arms fell to his side as he took in my body, stomach, and panties. He bit his bottom lip and motioned me to him.

No more dancing. I followed his command.

With gentle hands, he undid my bra and exhaled heavily as he touched my bare breasts.

"You're absolutely amazing."

I closed my eyes as he hooked my panties with his thumb and slid them down.

"Fucking beautiful."

He moved his finger in a circle, and I turned around for him. I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world as Luke took me in. His hands—soft and erotic—rubbed my ass, found their way up my back, and massaged my shoulders. I pushed my ass against the hardness in his pants. The thought of him enjoying me turned me on.

With force, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. With the same vivacity, I scooted them to the floor and took in the size of him. My eyes went big, and I swallowed.

Luke laughed, and instantly I felt comfortable. His fingers lightly brushed the outside of my shoulders, and he pulled me tight into him. He smelled like winter and spring mixed together, the middle of the two.

"We'll go slow"—he ran his fingers across my lips—"I promise I won't hurt you."

The warm tub awaited us, and we both entered, allowing the bubbles to surround our nakedness. We crisscrossed our legs and took in one another's naked bodies. I slowly leaned back and dipped my head in until my hair soaked up the water.

"Tell me what you want to do to me," I whispered as I leaned back in the tub. His arms stroked my legs, my breasts, and my shoulders.

"I want to make you mine."

"That's it?" I laughed. "Tell me what you want to do to me."

I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and he kissed my shoulders.

"I want to make love to you until the sun comes up. I want you to know that you are the most beautiful woman alive, and pleasure you until you feel you can't take it anymore, and then I want to fuck you until I can't take it anymore."

I turned around abruptly, splashing water, and he laughed again.

"What? Please tell me you didn't expect it to be lollipops and rainbows. I've seen the way you've looked at me, Jen. Undressing me with your eyes, imagining the dirty things you'd do to me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to do those dirty things. I want to make you come, and then I want to fuck you senseless. And when you think we're finished, I want to do it again and again. I want to pleasure you in ways you've never been pleasured and hear the sound of my name being whispered from your lips.

"You're looking at me like you had no idea." He laughed.

"I want to whisper your name as we make love. But I want it slow…" I said, trailing my hand down his lips. "And then I want to scream it when you're giving it to me hard." I moved my finger, tracing the Mark Twain quote on his chest.

"And then I want you to fuck me into oblivion." My hands found their way down his abs and lightly brushed against his hard-on.

Luke moved closer to me, and as we stared into each other's eyes, I tilted my head. In slow motion as if the moment would last forever, Luke's lips met mine, and we were kissing. Soft kisses, the ones that make a girl smile days later. Then rough ones, the kind that make you want to liquefy into each other. Our tongues wrestled with one another, fighting the pent up aggression, and sexual tension that neither of us ever would win. We wanted to be inside of one another, completely together.

Luke rubbed the bubbles over my breasts and trailed his hands to my sex. Oh, his hands were so soft on me, touching and caressing each part of me, and with each touch, I wanted to give into him, in the water, like in my fantasy.

He continued to kiss me, placing his fingers between my legs and adding pressure to places that throbbed to be touched. Without hesitation, I took a tighter hold of his hardness and slid my hand up and down, allowing the soap and water to help guide my movements. He groaned with satisfaction, and I moaned with pleasure. More heated kisses and our wet bodies were out of the tub, drying one another off. We wanted each other more than summer wanted—no, needed—rain.

With each touch, the sexual chains released, and I found myself begging Luke to take me.

In his bedroom, different-sized candles filled the room. Before leading me to the four-poster king-sized bed, he had grabbed the bottom of my chin and made me stare into his deep blues.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

I licked my lips and nibbled on his bottom lip. "Yes," I whispered.

Luke demanded I lay down. I obeyed.

I opened my legs so he could see every part of me. He was on all fours kissing the inside of my thighs, licking me all over, and buried his head into my sex. Working his tongue around, I moved into him harder. He licked and sucked every inch of me until I almost couldn't take it anymore and before I came, he teased me and worked his way up my stomach until his lips played on the outside of my mine. I moved my body to steal a kiss, but he pulled away. Teasing me, making me beg for it. When his lips finally met mine, I could taste myself on his tongue. I ran my fingers through his dark brown hair, and drew his face closer, but then pulled away.

"We've broken the rules, Jennifer. We're not supposed to kiss like that."