Tempting the Artist by Sharon C. Cooper Page B

take his time making love, but her sex throbbed for him,
longed for what she’d been missing.
    Luke gripped her left butt
cheek, lifting her hip slightly off the bed as he slowly entered
her moist opening, sending erotic jolts of pleasure to every nerve
in her body. Christina held the back of his head firmly, increasing
the pressure of his kiss as their bodies rocked in harmony. Just like old times .
    Luke moaned against her lips as he
plunged deeper, and harder, picking up the pace with each thrust.
Christina rotated her hips and grasped his butt, feeling him grow
thicker inside her. She squeezed her thighs around him as
adrenaline coursed through her veins. This is what she wanted, what
she had missed.
    “ Chri…stina,” he growled
when he yanked his lips from hers. Fierce hunger lurked in his eyes
as his stiff shaft pounded in and out of her with such force, she
could barely hold on to his sweat slicked shoulders.
    Christina bit down on her bottom lip
as she held his intense gaze, matching him stroke for stroke. But
with the pressure building in her core, there was no way she could
hold on much longer. No sooner as the thought entered her mind,
Luke hit the spot that always pushed her over the edge.
    She cursed under her breath and
slammed her eyes shut. Her arms flung out and she fisted the sheets
as her heart hammered and a frenzy of pleasure shot through her
core. Christina couldn’t hold on. Luke’s name flew from her lips
and an orgasm rippled through her body like a seismic sea wave
washing out everything in its way.
    Luke’s moves grew more frantic and
with one final thrust, his body stiffened and he roared her name
before collapsing on top of her. Panting hard, they lay that way,
shivering in each other’s arms, struggling to catch their
breath.
    Minutes ticked by, neither mumbled a
word. So many emotions bounce inside of Christina as she marveled
at the peace that had washed over her. She had dreamed, hoped for
this moment for months, not knowing whether they would ever be
joined together again. And here they were.
    “ God I’ve missed you,” she
whispered into the quietness of the room.
    Luke lifted his head and kissed her
sweetly. “Not as much as I’ve missed you.”
    *
    “ Lucas?”
    “ Hmm?” Luke didn’t open his
eyes. As long as she was curled up next to him, her smooth legs
intertwined with his lounging on the bed, all was well in his
world. Besides, over the last two hours she had worn his ass out.
“I’ve missed hearing you call me that.”
    “ When you’re dressed in
your expensive suits, designer ties, and shoes so shiny I can see
myself, the name Lucas fits you better than Luke.”
    “ But at the moment, I’m not
wearing a suit, tie, or shoes.” He turned his head to look at her,
fatigue keeping him from opening his eyes completely.
    She grinned. “Funny.” Mischief
shimmered in her eyes, as her gaze remained steady on him. He had
no idea what she was thinking, but he could look at her all day
lo…
    “ Shit ,” he gasped and practically leaped off the bed when her cold
hands wrapped around his shaft. He slammed his eyes closed and
cursed under his breath when her grip tightened. They had already
gone three rounds and for the first time in his life, he was going
to have to turn her down if she insisted on another go at
it.
    He slid his hand beneath the sheet and
covered her hand. “Are you trying to kill me?” he asked through
gritted teeth.
    That wicked little grin she flashed
whenever she was up to no good, slid across her lips. “Are you
saying that you can’t hang?”
    “ That’s exactly what I’m
saying.” She laughed and loosened her grip, but didn’t remove her
hand completely. “I’m not proud of it, but I’m a little out of
practice.”
    That seemed to get her attention.
During their separation, no other woman held his attention long
enough to want to talk her out of her panties. That’s because this
beautiful woman staring down at him now had his