“Want some?” I hold a grape out for him. He slowly closes the space between us, and takes the grape out of my fingers with his lips.
“I like this game,” he whispers and I grin. He lifts me up onto the counter so my feet are dangling, steps between my legs, and puts another strawberry against my lips. I grip it in my teeth, and then lean down so he can take a bite from my lips and kiss him at the same time.
He tastes of strawberries and Luke and I moan against his mouth.
“God, you’re so sexy.”
I pull my green shirt over my head and throw it on the floor, then my bra follows it. Grabbing another strawberry, I look in his eyes, bite my lip, and swirl the red fruit around my nipples, making them pucker. Luke’s quick intake of breath and tightening of his fingers on my ass tell me he likes the sight before him.
I pull the strawberry up my chest, against my skin, over my chin and push it into my mouth, enjoying the sweet juiciness of the fruit.
He doesn’t move, he just watches me, his hands gripping my jean-clad bottom, me naked from the waist up, and I set about seducing my sexy fiancé.
I push a chunk of cantaloupe in Luke’s mouth, and lean down and kiss him, sucking the juice into my own mouth.
“You’re making me crazy,” he whispers against my mouth.
“That’s the point,” I whisper back.
He suddenly lifts me, and I wrap my legs around him as he twirls and rushes over to the dining table. He sets me down on it and pulls my jeans over my hips as I raise them and down my legs, taking my underwear with them.
He pulls his shirt over his head, not bothering with the buttons and pushes his soft blue jeans down around his thighs.
“I can’t get enough of you.” He covers me with his torso, his hands in my hair and face buried in my neck, kissing and suckling my sensitive skin.
“I don’t want you to get enough of me.” I wrap my legs around his hips and he slides inside me, all the way to root of his cock and I clench around him.
He grips my right hand in his left one and pulls it above my head and begins to move, in and out of me, at a steady pace.
“It makes me so hard to watch you eat. Your sweet mouth is the sexiest aphrodisiac I’ve ever seen.” His lips find mine and I’m lost in his words, in his body moving so gracefully and surely above mine.
I run my hand down his back to his tight ass and hold on tight as he increases the pace.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“Look at me,” he growls and my eyes meet his. “I want to watch you come.”
Fuck.
And that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. He slams into me twice, then stills and bites his lip as he erupts inside me.
“God, Nat, you’re going to kill me.”
He kisses me gently, then pulls out of me, helping me up off the hard table.
“I can’t help it that you have a food fetish.” I slap his naked ass and collect my clothes on the way to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed.
When I join him in the kitchen, he’s fully dressed and has more pancakes cooking on the griddle.
I kiss his cheek and resume cutting up the fruit.
“I have to go to L.A. next week.”
Luke flips his pancakes and turns to me.
“Why?”
I
finish
stemming
the
strawberries and move on to the peaches.
“I have a meeting that I need to be there for in person. I should only be gone one night.”
“Oh, okay.” I frown. This will be the first night we’ve spent apart since our magical night at the vineyard.
“Come with me,” he suggests.
“I can’t. I’m still catching up with clients from our vacation. I’m booked solid next week.” I toss a pit in the garbage and grab another peach.
“It’s just one night.” He murmurs and I realize he’s standing behind me. I’m suddenly feeling vulnerable, and I don’t know why. It’s just one night! Surely I can get through one night without him.
I turn and smile brightly, not wanting him to see my insecurity. “It’ll be fine.
What day are you leaving?”
“Early morning Wednesday. I’ll be home Thursday around noon.”
“That’s a long meeting.” I raise my eyebrows.
“I’m going to pack a few meetings in there, since I’ll be there anyway. Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“Of course. I love you, but I think I can survive without you for one night.
Jules and I’ll have a girl’s night.”
“Okay.” He kisses my nose and returns to his pancakes and slips some bacon into the oven.
“What are we going to do about all the flowers outside?” I ask, changing the subject.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you want to eat out on the deck?”
“No, we’ll eat in here. We can bring them in if you like.”
I walk over to the glass door and gaze out at my beautiful flowers, trying to shake my melancholy mood now that I know Luke will be leaving overnight next week.
“They’re beautiful. I don’t know where we’ll put them all.”
“Leave them for now, and we’ll figure it out later.”
“Okay.” I set the large dining room table for six, pour orange juice and coffee into carafes and set them on the table as the doorbell rings.
“I’ll get it.” Luke flashes me a smile and I relax a bit, excited to see his parents and give them their gifts.