Fitting The Pieces (The Riverdale Series Book 3) (28 page)

           
She swallowed and peered at him from
under the fringe of her lashes. She bit down on her lip and tried to block out
the stares that seemed to be burning right through her. She grabbed onto the
tie that hung loosely around his neck and began to move her hips slowly,
tantalizingly to the beat of the music. She heard the sharp intake of breath he
took and then she turned around, still holding onto his tie as she continued to
tease him with her hips. Forgetting herself for a moment and just enjoying him
she ground her ass into his crotch, feeling his every desire press against her.

           
That perfect ass dug right into him,
fitting against him perfectly. He forgot about counting steps and just held onto
her hips, letting her curves be his guide and together they moved to the sultry
beat. He wasn’t a dancer. He may never dance again, but the dance that he was
doing with Cara, would be burned into his memory.

           
She turned around her head ducking
underneath his tie and she grinned back at him, dragging him around the dance
floor by the strip of silk that he was beginning to think wasn’t such a bad
thing to wear. In fact, he wondered what other ways he could use that tie of
his. Their pace quickened as they made their way around the wooden floor, a
blur of legs moving between one another. Luke took her hand and spun her under
their arms again and then again.

           
Nick whistled through his teeth. “My
man’s got the moves!” He said with a grin.

           
“How good is he?” Sam beamed beside
him before turning to look at her parents who were standing alongside the dance
floor with Ava. Ava was smiling from ear to ear clapping her hands while Deb
remained with her mouth slightly ajar. Joe blinked a few times before elbowing
Deb.

           
“You knew he could dance?” He said
scratching the top of his head wondering how much he had to drink.

           
“He hates to dance.” Deb said just
as confused.

           
“Cara loves to dance.” Sam pointed out,
wondering if her parents were seeing what really was transpiring before them.

           
Luke brought her body back to slide
against his. She let her hands travel up his chest to his face, finally combing
her fingers through his hair. She held on by the ends of his hair, her forehead
pressed against the tip of his nose. She peered down at their bodies and how
their legs moved between each other’s, their pelvis grinding in fluid motions
imitating the act they had yet to experience together. Sure, she had thoughts
about having sex with Luke, most of the time she blocked them out of her head.
Tonight she didn’t dare push those thoughts out of her head. She wanted him.
She needed him. She couldn’t wait any longer. The woman in her reborn

           
Cara closed her eyes and felt his
hands travel up her body until he cupped her face in his hands. She suddenly
forgot the wedding, the family, the people that were standing around watching
them. It was just him and her in this moment, a moment she wanted to hold on
to. The song began to come to an end and she forced herself to open her eyes
and stare into his.

           
“Luke…” She whispered, breathless,
her fingers still buried in his hair.

           
“I know I promised to be patient.”
He said gruffly. “I can’t wait any longer Cara. I physically can’t wait
anymore.” He leaned into her and with the sexiest voice she had ever heard he
all but purred his plea into her ear. “I need to be buried deep inside of you…”

           
Holy hell! She pulled back, trying
not to give away the fact that her panties were drenched as an instant reaction
to his words. She searched his face taking in the dark pools of desire in his
eyes.

           
“Say yes.” He demanded as his thumbs
caressing her cheeks.

           
She swallowed the intensity of his
stare, the proof of his longing still pressed firmly against her, how could she
deny either of them that?

           
“Yes…” She whispered and pulled her
hands away from him. Her eyes promising him, he wouldn’t have to wait anymore.

           
He dropped his hands to his sides
and let go of her. She said yes. He breathed a sigh of relief as Ava came
running onto the dance floor.

           
“Daddy! Can you dance with me?”
 
She grinned widely at Luke.

           
Cara watched as Luke’s eyes met
Ava’s and he smiled bending down to lift her into his arms. She wrapped her
arms around his neck as a song began to play. Cara’s heart was racing and she
tried desperately to compose herself, smoothing her hands over her dress. She
took a step back and then turned to walk off the dance floor. She lifted her
head and her eyes settled on Deb and Joe. Their expressions were blank and she
wondered if they saw right through her. She felt a strong hand grip her arm and
she looked over her shoulder at Luke.

           
“Tonight.” He reminded her before
letting go of her to continue to dance with his daughter.

                       
After the wedding
reception was over Cara found herself alone in her hotel room, staring at
herself in the bathroom mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and it wasn’t from all
the dancing, but rather from Luke’s words, that played over and over in her mind.
She tried to enjoy the rest of the wedding, but all she could picture was
Luke’s naked body moving over hers. Their limbs tangled together with the
sheets as they found pleasure in one another. Before she left the tent, he
grabbed her arm and in that gruff tone of his he whispered into her ear to keep
her phone near. She suspected he would call her once Ava was asleep. There was
no doubt that one way or another Luke was claiming her body tonight. The feral
look in his eyes told her so.

           
That look caused an eruption deep
inside of her and she tried her hardest to avoid meeting his gaze for the rest
of the reception, fearing the state of her panties. Well, that and if someone
else caught her looking at him. She was sure she was a dead giveaway of a woman
lusting over a man, and not just any man. Luke. How would they ever explain
what was going on between them to everyone? She didn’t have the answer because
she, herself couldn’t explain what it was between them. One thing she knew for
sure, whatever it was, was bigger than anything she ever imagined having in her
life again.
 

           
She pulled the crystal pins from her
hair and let her waves cascade down her back before she drew out a deep breath
and looked at her reflection. She didn’t look so sad and broken anymore. She
brought her hand up to her chest and fingered the gold locket that lay between
her breasts, close to her heart. She’d never forget. Her heart wouldn’t allow
her too, and she was okay with that. She was struggling with wondering if
everyone else would be okay with her moving on, especially since it was Luke
she moving on with.

           
A knock on her door startled her and
forced her to break away from her thoughts. She padded barefoot through her
hotel room and pulled the door open. Luke stood in front of her, one arm
stretched over his head, his hand gripping the door jamb while his other hand
was shoved into his pocket. His tie was gone and his shirt that was once tucked
into his slacks was now free. The top few buttons undone and a slight dusting
of chest hair were visible to Cara’s wandering eyes.

           
He raised an eyebrow towards her,
watching as her eyes roamed his body. “Spunky, you going to ask me in or you
want me to kiss your pretty little lips out here in the hallway.”

           
Her tongue ran along her lower lip
and she stepped aside. “Where is Ava?”

           
“She wanted to stay with my parent’s
since she didn’t get to see them for Christmas.” He said as he gripped her hip
and walked into her hotel room, forcing her to walk backwards with him. “I like
your hair down.” He said nodding to the waves that framed her face.

           
“Thank you.” She whispered as he
closed the door. The sound of the door clicking closed echoed through her.
 
“Do you want something to drink?” She asked
suddenly feeling nervous.

           
Luke glanced at her for a moment,
watching her intently as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other
while chewing on her lower lip. She was the epitome of nervous. He stepped
close to her and placed his hands on her bare shoulders, sliding them down her
arms as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead.

           
“Why don’t we sit out on the balcony
for a while?” He offered. The last thing he wanted was Cara to be nervous being
with him. He didn’t want her to feel obligated. He just wanted her to feel.
Feel him and know all the while it was exactly where she wanted to be. He
pulled back, lacing his fingers with hers; he led her to the French doors that
were open already, the Caribbean breeze washing over them as they stepped onto
the balcony. The waves crashing against the shore was the only sound, either of
them heard.

           
Cara gripped the iron railing and
gazed out at the darkened beach, the water almost appeared black in the
distance. Luke stood just a few steps behind her watching the moonlight illuminate
her features. He wanted to move behind her and cage her against the railing
with his arms as he nuzzled the sweet spot right behind her ear, but he
refrained and instead just let her take her time. He combed his fingers through
his hair before he took a seat on one of the chaise lounges.

           
“Are you going to tell me where you
learned to dance like that?” She asked softly, her eyes never leaving the
beach.

           
He leaned his elbows against his
knees and looked at her back, the wind blowing through her curls. “Was it that
obvious that dancing isn’t a God given talent of mine?”

           
She turned around and leaned against
the railing, her eyes locked on his, she brushed a piece of hair out of her
face. “You hate to dance.” She cocked her head to the side. “But you danced
with me tonight.”

           
“I may have taken lessons.” He
confessed and glanced down at his feet.

           
“You took lessons?” She asked,
surprised and walked to stand in front of him. She pressed her finger under his
chin and lifted it so that his eyes found hers.

           
“You wanted to dance for a long
time, Cara.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I wanted to be the one you danced
again with.” The thing was dancing was just the beginning. Luke wanted to be
the man she did everything with, the man who she could turn to when she wanted
to experience life and all that lay ahead for her.

           
She let her fingers trail along the
stubble that lined his jaw.

           
“Thank you.” She whispered, dropping
her hand from his cheek. She took a step back and reached behind her, bringing
her long brown hair over her shoulder so that it fell over her breasts.

           
“I’d do just about anything for
you.” He said softly, keeping his eyes firmly planted on her as she reached
behind her and began to tug the zipper of her silk dress down. She had only
been able to reach half way down her back, so she stepped forward and looked
down at him. His eyes darkened with longing as she turned around. He took his
cue and lifted his hands. He gripped her hip, feeling the silk beneath his
fingertips, with his free hand; he dragged the zipper down delicately, being
careful not to catch the fabric as he did so.

           
Cara dropped the hand that was
holding the fabric of her dress to her breasts, letting the silk slide down her
body until it pooled around her feet. She tucked the strands of her hair that
blew around her face, behind her ears and closed her eyes when his fingertips
traveled around the curve of her hips to her bare ass cheeks.

           
Luke let out a sigh when the dress
fell from her body. She stood before him in an ivory strapless bra and a lacy
thong that reminded him of pearls. His hands caressed her ass before he bent
down and pressed his lips to the slope of her back where the lace of her
underwear hid just one of the tattoos he would discover tonight. He took hold
of her hips and gently turned her around, needing desperately to see her face.

           
Cara turned at his command and
stepped out of the dress that pooled around her ankles. She opened her eyes and
they met his. She placed her hands on his shoulders and stepped between his
legs. Every thought fled her mind, it didn’t matter that they were outside on a
balcony, it didn’t matter how they got to this moment, all, that mattered was
the here and now. Just two people who had known one another a long time. They
were two people who grieved the same loss, two people who were once broken.
They were two people who may not have planned on one another, but right there,
they were all either of them ever needed.

           
She brought one knee to rest on the
chaise beside his as she dipped her head and pressed her lips to the side of
his jaw, letting her mouth travel the length of his chiseled jaw before she
cupped his face in her hands and let her lips find his. She kissed him softly
at first, reveling in the way his lips clung to hers. Her tongue licked the
seam of his lips. He opened his mouth and his tongue met hers half way. Her
taste was ecstasy to his palette. He brought his hands to her face, holding her
to his lips as her tongue invaded his mouth. She took her time kissing him,
licking him, nibbling on his bottom lip.

           
He brought her onto his lap, her
legs wrapping around his waist as she controlled the kiss. Luke tried not to
linger on the fact that her sweet pussy was grinding into him as she fucked his
mouth with her tongue. There was no other way to describe it, the gentleman in
him tried too, but the way her tongue dove inside, the sensuous laps it took to
savor his taste, there was no other way to describe the way Cara kissed him.

           
Cara ran her fingers through his
hair, tugging forcefully before she let go and pulled back. He moved her hair
behind her shoulder and leaned forward, his open mouth finding her collarbone
as her fingers attacked the buttons of his shirt. She wasn’t sure who panted,
but by the pounding in her chest, she assumed it was her. Luke’s teeth grazed
her neck, causing her to moan in pleasure as she spread open his shirt with
trembling fingers. Her hands roamed his chest hungrily and she dipped her head
pressing her mouth to one of his nipples. She wanted her tongue to taste every
inch of him. Her delicate fingertips took on a life of their own and moved
downward over his abdomen where he had the slightest dusting of hair that
dipped into his pants, like a map to the goods that strained against her
radiating heat. She rocked herself against his erection, teasing the both of
them.

           
Luke groaned and flipped her onto
the chaise so that she lay along the length of it. He stood up, removing his
shirt as he stared down at her. She bent her legs, planting her feet on the
lounge as she looked up at him. Her mouth was swollen and her hair was sprawled
out against the back of the chair. The moonlight played with her eyes, making
them even more gorgeous in the darkness, if that was even possible.

           
Cara swallowed as she watched him stare
at her body. The way he looked at her made her belly heat with something she
forgot she could feel. Her eyes followed him as he walked to the front of the
chaise and kneeled before her. His palms splayed over her kneecaps, his eyes
never leaving hers as his hands slid down her silky thighs. His fingers hooked
in the lace of her thong and with steady hands, he pulled the skimpy fabric
down the length of her legs.

           
She watched with hooded eyes, unable
to tear her eyes from him as he spread her legs wide. She licked her lips in
anticipation. She waited for what seemed like an eternity for him to move or to
say something. Luke moaned in appreciation as he stared at her bare sex that
opened for him. He let his finger skim the seam of her pussy before he delved
in, slipping just one finger between her slick folds.

           
“You’re so wet.” He said gruffly as
he slipped a second finger inside her. Her body arched instantly trying to
bring him as deep as he could possibly go. “So fucking wet…” He withdrew his
fingers causing a small strangled moan to escape from her lips.

           
“More.” She pleaded, spreading her
legs even wider.

           
Luke brought his fingers to his
mouth, wrapping his lips around them to taste her. She whimpered as she watched
him, never thinking a man licking his fingers after they were inside her would
be such an erotic turn on to her. If she was being completely honest, she
wasn’t only turned on, she was curious. She wanted to know how she tasted on
him.

           
“So goddamn sweet, just like I knew
you would be.” He said before he brought his fingers back into her folds,
shoving them deep inside her. His fingers slipped out of her and when he
brought them back, he added a third, stretching her to fill her deepest needs.
He worked his thumb over her clit as he pressed his mouth to the inside of her
thigh.

           
“Oh my God, Luke…” She said as she
grabbed the arms of the chaise and rocked her hips, arching her back and
pressing her pussy against his hand. “Please don’t stop.”

           
“Never.” He promised as he turned
his head to press a kiss to her other thigh. “You like that, baby?” He said
lifting his eyes to watch her.

           
She gasped when his thumb pressed
against her clit just a tad harder. “I love that.” She said as she reached
between her legs and wrapped her hand around his wrist, her hand moving along
with his as he stroked her clit.

           
Luke took his time, taking every
whimper, every facial expression in. The last time he had her he wasn’t able to
thoroughly enjoy her, it was just a reckless conquest. He slowly withdrew his fingers
from her, watching as her eyes shot open at instantly feeling the loss of him.
He brought his finger to her lips and silenced her. She swallowed her protest
when her eyes met his that were blazing with hunger. Satisfied with the trust
he found in her eyes, he dipped his head and his mouth found her pussy. His
fingers spread her open for his tongue. He licked and sucked at her as if she
was his last meal.