Текст книги "Undone"

Автор книги: R. E. Hunter

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8

Embry followed Luke upstairs, too tired to be nervous that she was spending the night with him. They walked into his bedroom, and Luke disappeared into the closet.

He reappeared with a pair of boxers and a T-shirt. “Something to sleep in?” he offered, holding the clothes out to her.

“Thanks.”

Luke grabbed Embry’s shoulders and gently nudged her toward the bathroom. “You can change in there. There are extra toothbrushes in the bottom right drawer, and the toothpaste is behind the mirror on your right.”

“Okay.”

Luke disappeared back into the closet, and Embry walked into the master bath. It was a huge, open area with double sinks, a large stall shower with multiple shower heads, and a separate Jacuzzi tub. Embry slipped out of her clothes. Picking up Luke’s T-shirt, she brought it to her nose. It smelled like him. She was in heaven as she pulled it over her head and was surrounded by his scent. The shirt was big enough that it hit her mid-thigh, so she decided to forgo the boxers.

Embry busied herself with finding a spare toothbrush, and then located the toothpaste. Just after she stuck the toothbrush in her mouth, there was a soft tap at the door.

“Can I come in, Bree? Are you decent?”

Embry pulled the toothbrush out of her mouth and called, “I’m good,” before shoving it back in. She was examining herself in the mirror, her back to the door, when Luke walked in. Seeing his reflection, Embry’s hand froze, the toothbrush sticking stupidly out of her mouth; she couldn’t function at the sight of him.

He stood just inside the bathroom door with a knowing grin. “Hey.”

Embry turned to face Luke, surprised she was able to move at all. “Hey.” she garbled around the toothbrush.

Her eyes roamed Luke’s body, taking in every delicious inch. His navy sleep pants hung dangerously low on his hips, accentuating the v of his lower abs. His bare chest was all hard lines and valleys, and a Celtic cross tattoo marked his muscular bicep. But her favorite part was the dark trail of hair that started at his belly button and disappeared beneath his pants.

Embry stood, speechless, as Luke stalked toward her. He stopped directly in front of her and slowly lifted his hand to her face. Gently swiping his thumb under her lip, eyes dancing with mirth, he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “You’re drooling, baby.”

“Oh my god!” Embry squealed, covering her face with her hands. She was mortified. At some point, she had become so enthralled with a shirtless Luke that toothpaste had dribbled down her chin without her noticing. She went back to the sink, finished brushing her teeth, and bent over to splash some water on her face.

Luke brushed his teeth alongside her. When he finished, he stood, unmoving, and stared at Embry with such intensity she thought he was angry. “You didn’t put the boxers on,” he said, his voice strained.

Embry followed Luke’s eyes down to her bare legs; the shirt had ridden up considerably as she was bent over the sink. She met his eyes. “No, I didn’t.”

Luke stalked toward her again, this time not stopping until she was in his arms and he lifted her onto the counter. He slammed his mouth down on hers as she opened her legs, allowing him to move closer.

“I like you in my shirt,” he whispered between kisses.

“I do, too,” Embry replied. She ran her hands up and down his bare torso, thrilling at the feel of his smooth skin. Luke’s tongue stroked hers expertly as his hands drifted up and down her sides, leaving chills in their wake.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he commanded.

Embry complied as Luke grabbed her ass and lifted her from the countertop. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her into the bedroom.

Luke stopped at the bed, looking into Embry’s eyes. “Is this okay?”

“More than okay.”

He eased her onto the bed and crawled over her, dropping kisses on her neck, cheeks, and temple before making his way back to her lips. Supporting his weight with one arm, Luke’s other hand began a torturously slow path up Embry’s thigh and under her shirt. Her muscles clenched as his fingertips grazed the bare skin of her stomach. He drew back to look at her, but she guided his mouth back to hers, showing him with her kiss how okay she was. Her breasts swelled and her nipples tightened as his hand continued its upward journey. Embry gasped and arched off the bed as he found her breast and rolled her hard nipple between his fingers. It had been so long since she had been touched like that. Knowing it was Luke and not some quick hookup meant so much more.

He made his way across to her other breast, massaging and then pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Embry lifted her hips, pushing against Luke, and causing him to let out a low groan. He was hard and straining against the thin cotton of his pants. Letting the weight of his lower body settle between Embry’s legs, Luke began moving in a slow rhythm against her core. He felt amazing, his hard length right where she needed him. With their clothes the only barrier between them, Embry knew she was on the verge of losing it.

“Luke …” she whispered, breathless.

Sensing how close she was to the edge, Luke slowed his rhythm. “Shh, baby, not yet. I want to see you.”

Embry chewed on her lip and nodded, trying to gain control. Luke slowly pulled away, dropping kisses down her body.

He sat back on his heels between Embry’s legs and motioned her toward him. “Sit up, sweetheart.”

Embry pushed herself up and sat facing Luke. He ran his hands up her thighs until he reached the hem of the shirt. Slowly, he dragged it up her torso, past her breasts, and tugged it over her head. She eased back on the bed, exposed except for the small scrap of lace between her legs. Tossing the T-shirt aside, Luke took her in with hungry eyes.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he said as his hands trailed her naked curves. He covered her body with his, and brought his mouth down on her breast.

Embry let out a small whimper as his tongue teased her nipple.

“This okay?” Luke asked, looking up from hooded eyes.

Embry gave him a slight nod, and he kissed across her chest to her other breast. She writhed beneath him as he flicked his tongue against her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Tunneling her hands through his hair, she tried to bring his mouth back to hers.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Luke said, his voice thick with desire.

Embry leaned forward, capturing his bottom lip with her teeth and giving it a tug. “Touch me.”

Luke shifted to his side as his hand traveled down her stomach. Her body clenched with the anticipation of what was to come. When he reached the top of her panties, he hesitated, giving Embry the chance to stop.

She wiggled under his hand, desperate for him to move lower. “Please,” she whispered, bringing her mouth to his.

Luke slid his hand over the lace of her underwear and cupped her core. Embry was so turned on, she was sure Luke could feel her dampness through her panties. He pulled the thin material aside and dragged a finger through her wetness. As he slid his fingers against her sensitive flesh, Embry let out an involuntary moan, bucking against him.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Luke’s eyes lit with desire. “Yes what, beautiful?”

“Yes, I like that.” Feeling his erection against her leg, Embry reached down to stroke Luke through his pants.

He shuddered at her touch, clearly affected, but pulled away. “No, this is about you,” he said, and slid one finger inside her.

Embry moaned her approval as he worked her with his expert fingers, but she wouldn’t give up. She wanted to feel him. She ran her hand over him once more, and when he didn’t protest, Embry grew bolder. Following the dark dusting of hair down his stomach, she slipped her hand inside his waistband. Before he had the chance to pull away again, Embry wrapped her fingers firmly around him and moved her hand in a long, smooth stroke.

“Oh fuck,” Luke choked out. Before long, he was rocking his hips against her while keeping up a delicious rhythm inside of her. He kissed her breathless, his fingers pushing her over the edge as he pumped into her hand. He ran his tongue up Embry’s neck, capturing her earlobe between his teeth. “Let go, Bree,” he whispered.

He ran his thumb over her swollen flesh, and Embry fell apart, continuing to stroke him until he found his own release.

“Oh God,” Embry moaned, writhing beneath him. Luke’s face was still buried in her neck, and she felt his smile against her skin.

“Nope, just me, baby.” He pulled away from her neck and leaned in for another slow, delicious kiss.

“Mmm, that felt good,” Embry said against his lips. She wrapped her arms around him, trailing her hands up and down his muscular back.

Luke looked down on Embry with adoration. “Yes, it did.” He pushed up on his elbows, the muscles in his arms bulging and stealing Embry’s attention. “I’m gonna go clean up. Need anything?”

Embry shook her head. “Just you.”

Luke gave her a shy smile and headed into the bathroom. Embry stretched out in his large bed, feeling spent and satisfied. A few minutes later, Luke climbed back into bed, pulled Embry toward him, and tucked her into his side. She settled her head on his bare chest, laying her arm across him.

“I like you in my bed,” he whispered as he swept his fingers over her skin.

“I like being here.”

Luke lifted his head and brushed a sweet kiss on her forehead. “Sleep, beautiful.”

Embry lay for a while listening to his heart beat out a steady rhythm. Thinking back on the past month or so that they had spent together, it all seemed so surreal. She had moved back to New York to be close to her family and Morgan. She didn’t plan on meeting anyone, hadn’t even considered it, but Luke had brought so much to her life. She was still as motivated as ever to do well in school, but she also had someone who made her feel cherished and safe. Someone she could maybe see a future with.

“Luke?” Embry asked, her voice thick with emotion.

“Yeah, baby?” he said sleepily.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“I was just starting to doze off.” He turned and nuzzled into her. “What’s on your mind?”

“I just wanted to say thank you for today, for everything.”

Luke planted a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. “You’re more than welcome, it was my pleasure.” He stopped to yawn. “Now close those pretty green eyes.”

Embry snuggled into Luke’s chest, tucking her head beneath his chin. “Night, baby.”

* * *

Embry was awakened by sunlight shining in her eyes and what felt like a cool breeze across her skin. Groaning, she grabbed a pillow and tugged it over her face, blocking out the light. She heard a low, throaty chuckle. Slowly peeking out from beneath the pillow, she found Luke grinning at her from across the room.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

Embry threw the pillow aside and pushed up onto her elbows, taking in her southern sexy. The French doors were open, and Luke stood shirtless, pajama pants low on his hips, leaning against the edge of the balcony. His arms were crossed, biceps bulging, and he held a cup of coffee. The sun shone on his tan skin, making it look even more golden than usual. A days worth of stubble shadowed his jaw and his eyes burned bright as he smiled at Embry.

She sat all the way up, taking the sheet with her. “Morning,” she said. Dragging herself out of bed, sheet still wrapped around her, she turned toward Luke. “Be right back.”

Embry shuffled into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she was surprised she didn’t look as terrible as she expected. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her hair messy with big, crazy waves, and since she hadn’t worn much makeup, she didn’t have raccoon eyes. She splashed some cold water on her face and brushed her teeth before heading back out to Luke. Leaving the bathroom, she found the discarded shirt Luke had given her on the floor beside the bed. That didn’t stay on for long.

Dropping the sheet, she pulled on the T-shirt and walked toward the balcony. Luke stood with his back to her, and Embry took a second to appreciate the view. His pants hung so low that the perfect, round globes of his ass peeked out over the top. His waist was lean and his back well-muscled, leading up to big, broad shoulders. She walked up behind him, wrapped her arms around his narrow waist, and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

Luke angled his head to look over his shoulder. “Hey there.” He lifted his arm so Embry could shift around to his front.

“Hey, handsome.” Embry stood on her tiptoes to give him a good morning kiss. She loved that even with her height, he made her feel small.

Luke’s arms wrapped around her, his hands settling on her lower back. Letting his hands wander lower, he caressed Embry’s curves until he reached the bare skin of her legs. He pulled back just enough to look at her then raised his eyes to the sky and groaned. “Do you have something against pants?”

Embry looked down at her bare legs then back up at Luke. She did her best to appear coy, batting her eyelashes and chewing on her bottom lip. “No, why?”

Luke grabbed her bare ass and pulled her against him as he nibbled on her neck. “Because you refuse to wear the boxers I gave you, and I can’t think straight when you walk around with nothing on but my T-shirt and that tiny scrap of lace you call a thong. Go put something on, please.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Embry teased.

“You have to.”

“Why?”

“Because if you don’t, we won’t leave the bedroom, and I want to make you breakfast.”

“Mmm, breakfast?” Embry’s stomach growled as if on cue. She laughed. “I guess I can do that.”

“Thank Christ,” he joked. He spun her toward the bedroom and nudged her forward, but not before landing a light slap on her backside as she pranced away. “Get dressed and meet me downstairs, sweetheart,” he called as he headed out of the bedroom.

Embry decided to slip into her dress from the night before. She laughed when she realized she still wouldn’t have any pants on. Luke would just have to deal. She walked into the kitchen to the sexiest sight she had ever seen: Luke Brody, shirtless and cooking.

“Coffee’s on the table, baby,” he said without turning around.

Embry grabbed the warm mug, took a sip, and groaned in delight. “Just how I like it. Thank you.”

“I pay attention,” he tossed over his shoulder.

“What can I help with?”

“Nothing. Just sit there and look pretty. I’m making French toast. That sound okay?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Embry enjoyed her coffee as Luke finished making breakfast.

“This is delicious!” she said around a bite of French toast.

Luke raised his eyebrows, laughing at her enthusiasm. “Glad you like it.”

“I do.” Embry took another bite. “Sooooo good,” she crooned.

“So what’s on the agenda for today? I know you have a lot of studying to do,” Luke asked.

Embry nodded. “Yep, I have a study date with Jeremy and—” Embry’s jaw dropped open. Then she snapped it shut, and her expression fell. “Shit.”

“Shit?”

“Yes, shit. What time is it?” she asked, her voice flat.

Luke checked his watch. “Ten thirty. Why? What’s wrong?”

Embry placed her fork and knife on the plate, wiped her mouth with her napkin, and pushed back her chair. “I have to go.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now.”

“Okay. I’ll take you wherever you need to go. Just tell me what’s going on.”

Embry ran both hands through her hair, exasperated. “I just have to go, Luke. I’m going to grab my stuff.” She turned and headed toward the stairway.

Taking the stairs two at a time, Embry made her way into Luke’s bedroom and gathered her things. On her way back downstairs, she checked her phone and found a text and a few missed calls from Jeremy. She typed out a quick response and tucked her phone back into her purse. Before walking back into the kitchen, she took a deep breath. Don’t ruin this, Embry.

She walked into the kitchen to see Luke scraping the remainder of his breakfast in the garbage. She felt guilt settle heavy on her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I completely forgot about my study date, and when you said what time it was, I realized I totally missed it. I just freaked.”

Luke turned, a smile appearing on his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s no biggie. Let’s get you home.”

Embry lost herself in her thoughts as Luke drove. She couldn’t believe she had completely missed her study date. She’d been so wrapped up in Luke that she hadn’t given school a second thought. Her first real writing assignment was due on Tuesday, and they were quickly approaching the mid-point of the semester. She couldn’t afford to lose sight of what was important. She couldn’t allow herself to be consumed by Luke. But when she thought about it, Luke had done nothing but encourage her. He never wanted to get in the way of her studying, and he’d offered to help time and time again. He made time for her when it worked for her schedule and never complained when she turned him down to study.

Luke sat silent, almost as if he knew Embry needed time to reflect and figure out her feelings. She wasn’t freaking out because she missed her study date; that was just a symptom of the problem. She was freaking out because she could no longer ignore her growing feelings for Luke. She really was falling for him, and it scared her. Luke settled his hand on Embry’s knee, gently brushing his thumb across her bare skin.

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” he asked.

Embry looked at Luke, and he gave her knee a squeeze. She shook her head and stared out the window, watching the scenery fly by. She didn’t want to open up, didn’t want to risk being hurt again. But she was sick of being scared, of keeping her walls up all the time. It was exhausting. If anyone was worth it, it was Luke. She took a deep breath and looked back at Luke.

“I’m scared,” she admitted, and started rambling. “I was mad at myself that I completely forgot about my study group. And I have a writing assignment due on Tuesday. I got so wrapped up in you, in us, that I wasn’t thinking straight. All my walls come down when I’m with you, and it’s amazing, but scary and—”

Luke squeezed Embry’s knee again. “Breathe, Bree. I don’t want to distract you from your goals. I’ve been through it; I know how much focus you have to give to law school, especially your first year. I have no intention of getting in the way of that.” He pulled into Embry’s apartment complex and parked in front of her building.

Embry looked down, embarrassed by how quickly she had shut down on him earlier. “I’m sorry. I just—I haven’t done this in a while.”

“Haven’t done what, sweetheart?” Luke asked, turning toward her. She hesitated, and he placed his fingers under her chin, forcing her gaze to his. “Talk to me.”

She let out a long sigh. “This. You and me.” Embry gestured between them. “Us.”

“A relationship?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow.

Butterflies began to flit around in her stomach. A relationship was the one thing she hadn’t wanted, hadn’t been interested in since Jack. “Is that what we’re doing?” she asked quietly. She needed the reassurance, needed to hear him say the words.

He gently took her face in his hands, his blue eyes filled with sincerity “Yes, baby. I hope that’s what we’re doing.”

Embry nodded, not sure what to say.

“I know you’ve been hurt,” he said. “I don’t know why or how, but I’d kill the fucker who did it if I met him. I know you’re not ready to talk about it yet or you would have told me by now, and that’s fine. There’s a lot we don’t know about each other yet. But the way things are going … I want to know you. I want to learn everything about you.” He brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “I want you, Embry, all of you. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t have you.”

Embry was speechless. She had hoped he had feelings for her, but she hadn’t actually considered that he’d be up front about it. As happy as she was that he felt the same way for her, it scared her even more. She couldn’t pretend this wasn’t real anymore. Even though some small part of her told her to fight it, she wanted him enough not to run. “You have me.”

Luke wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and brought his mouth down on hers. He had never kissed her like that. Pure liquid heat flooded her veins. He didn’t wait for her to open but instead claimed her mouth, completely possessing her. He pulled back, leaving Embry breathless and blushing.

“If you didn’t have to study, I would take you upstairs and make sure that I have you in every sense of the word,” he said.

Embry’s mouth fell open. Seeing him so affected did things to her better judgment—like send it right out the window. She had rescheduled her study date and had to meet Jeremy in thirty minutes, but she couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth. “You can come up.”

Luke shook his head and closed his eyes. “No, go study.”

“Okay.” Embry leaned in to steal another kiss. “I’ll call you later then.” She turned to get out of the car, but Luke grabbed her hand.

“I know things are happening fast between us, and it’s intense. Let’s have dinner, when you have time this week, and just talk. I’ll come over. I can cook for you again if you want. I want to know more about you …” Luke hesitated, gripping the back of his neck. “There are some things I want to tell you, too.”

Embry hesitated. Why does he seem so nervous? “Sure, I’d like that. I hand in my assignment on Tuesday, and I have some work to do for Wednesday’s classes. Can you do Wednesday night?”

“Wednesday night is perfect.”

“Okay. But I’m cooking this time, mister!” Embry poked Luke’s chest.

“Deal,” he said, leaning in for one last kiss.