Calling Me Back by Louise Bay Page A

good? What if he had some weird kink I couldn’t get into? What happened if my body didn’t respond to him the way my mind did?
    “Are you nervous?” he asked as we stepped inside my bedroom.
    “A little,” I replied, breathlessly.
    He swept a hand down my back then pulled me toward him. “Me too,” he said. I’d never known Luke to be nervous about anything. Could he be nervous about being with me?
    Our bodies were pressed against each other. I reached for the buttons of his shirt, methodically undoing the first, the second. I steadied my breathing then tackled the third. I trailed my finger down his exposed skin, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. I loved that I could do that to him.
    He trailed his fingers round my neck and pushed the shoulders of my dress off. The fabric was loose, and as I put my arms to my sides, it just slipped off my body and pooled at my feet. I watched Luke, his eyes growing wider as they flitted across my body. He looked away and took a breath.
    “You’re so beautiful. I don’t know where to start.” He brushed my cheek with his knuckle. I finished unbuttoning his shirt. He was straining through his pants. I was desperate to get to what was next. Before I started on his zipper, I palmed him through the tight fabric and he groaned, his hands going to my shoulders.
    “Jesus, Ash. I . . .” He moved me toward the bed and pushed me gently back. “Lie down. I want to taste you while I get a grip on myself.”
    I lay back on the bed, lifting my bottom to allow him to remove my underwear. He knelt by the bed and held my thighs wide. There was no room for self-consciousness. He knew me better than anyone in my life other than Haven. Him seeing me like this felt totally right.
    His tongue seemed to know my body even better than his mind did, and as it circled my clitoris, I was lost. I arched off the bed, and Luke slid his hands under my ass and pulled me toward him, intensifying the pressure, the pleasure. I cried out his name, a prayer; I had no idea. I had lost control over my mind, body and heart.

 
    Luke
    Watching her body shudder with the aftershocks of the orgasm I’d just given her made me feel like a fucking god. She was so perfect. Perfect for me. I’d been an idiot, not seeing it all these years. I think I’d always known, but there had been some kind of invisible barrier keeping me away.
    I stood over her, as she recovered from her first orgasm of the evening. I couldn’t wait to get her to the next one. I quickly undressed, my hard-on verging on painful, soothed only by the thought of being inside her.
    “Fuck,” I said, suddenly remembering I didn’t have any condoms.
    Ash snapped her head up to look at me.
    “I didn’t bring any condoms. Do you have any?” I asked.
    She shook her head. I collapsed on my back on the bed. This couldn’t be happening. It was a promise I’d made to myself when I was seventeen that I would never have sex without protection. It was one of the last pieces of advice my father had given me before he’d died. He’d told me that I needed to do everything I could to prevent my girlfriend from getting pregnant—or worse. It was good advice that I’d followed with no exceptions. Not even with Emma.
    We lay next to each other. Would not using anything with Ash be the wrong thing to do? If Ash got pregnant, how would I react? Panic didn’t sweep over me like it did when Emma talked about marriage and children, but maybe it was lust keeping those feelings at bay.
    “I’ve never . . .” she said. “I’m on the pill.”
    It was all the encouragement I needed. “I’ve never, not once. Not with anyone. I’m safe. Are you sure?”
    She smiled and nodded. I moved my body over hers and bent to kiss her, slowly, patiently, my tongue exploring her mouth. Her hands gripped my ass and her nails sank into my flesh.
    “Jesus, I need to be inside you.”
    She opened her legs in response, inviting me in. I positioned myself at her entrance,