Unfortunately, Luke sat up that morning and reached for his clothes. He pulled his boxers and jeans on while she watched every muscle flex gently throughout his gorgeous movements. His physique stood rock solid. He searched around for his t-shirt and pulled the dark fabric over his head. The sleeves barely fit around his thick biceps. When he turned and looked down at Jenna still naked on the bed with the sheet tucked under her arms, he clenched his jaw as if conflicted about leaving. She saw the debate in his mind, and his desire to stay won out, even if only for a moment.
One final time last week, he rested carefully over top of her, their bodies separated only by his clothes and her bed sheet. "Last night was amazing," he whispered, gazing into her eyes. "And I was serious. You're mine, Jenna. Let me have you, just for myself."
Jenna remembered nodding to him with a soft smile. "I'll be just yours."
He let out a deep breath and rested his forehead on hers with his eyes closed. "Baby…"
Then he kissed her one more time and went to the living room to pull on his shoes. She could hear him lacing up his riding boots as he called back to her, "I'll call you tomorrow, Jenna. Think about me."
Jenna had no doubt she'd think about him non-stop. Her body had still been feeling the after-sex glow. That delicious feeling had never lasted so long before. But then again, she'd never been with someone so strong, skilled, or overpowering as Luke. She didn't know how else to describe him…Luke was strong , in every way imaginable.
That entire blissful morning last week made her look forward to tonight's date even more. She couldn't wait for more of his touch, his insane desire, and his sweet, gentle words. Luke was all-consuming, and she was ready to be consumed again.
Her soul-melting reverie about last weekend was broken by her new favorite sound announcing his arrival for tonight's date. He got to her house before she had a chance to relive the week of sweet phone calls between the two of them. But that was ok, she'd already been through them over and over anyway.
They chatted like old friends about nothing, really, the whole week. So sweetly, he asked what she'd like to do when they went out again. Jenna was never one to take the lead in life, so she happily agreed to whatever he suggested. He didn't want another "typical date" as he put it, because that wasn't his style. So tonight, he was surprising her.
The weather was beautiful, and Jenna was excited to ride on Luke's motorcycle again, especially after the awesome experience of the ride the last two weekends. The roar of the engine and the strength of his body combined to get Jenna…excited. She couldn't describe the sensation any other way. Pressing herself up against him was a bold move for her, but easy in a situation which required her to do so. She channeled his strength while she held him so intimately.
Riding with him showcased her own strength, too, which was not a feeling she was accustomed to. He affected her to her core, much like she affected him, or so it would seem. Her daydreams were again interrupted when his loud engine cut out in front of her apartment and left a happy silence in its place. She went to the front window to see Luke swing his leg over the bike and walk confidently to her outside staircase. The phrase 'beauty in motion' floated through her head.
Jenna ran to the mirror for a quick check of hair, makeup, and outfit while she waited for Luke to knock on her door. She didn't want to appear too anxious to see him, even though she was. Her hair fell in waves far past her shoulders, her makeup was fresh and subtle, and her outfit was simple. Low-rise jeans, a sheer-lace white top over a soft pink cami, and her favorite brown sandals. She looked as good as she was going to, given what she had to work with.
Luke's strong knock drew her attention to the entranceway. She walked quickly, but not too quickly, to open the door.
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