Free Undone by R. E. Hunter Page B

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.