Free His One Desire by Kate Grey Page A

dark, but moonlight filtered down through two
windows and a skylight. Luke loomed above her, his face hard and angular in the
shadows, and now he put his arms on either side of her shoulders, caging her
with his body.
    There were stacks of towels behind her, and when she tilted
her head back to look at him she felt their softness. It was an echo of the
softness in her body, a voluptuous euphoria that bloomed inside her.
    No truth or dare this time. Just an order.
    “Turn around.”
    His voice was low and rough and commanding, and everything
in her thrilled to the sound of it.
    She obeyed instantly, heart pounding, as though she’d been
waiting for Luke to tell her what to do since she was fourteen years old. She
pressed her face into the towels, relishing their scent and texture.
    Desire prickled her skin as Luke lowered her zipper. He
pushed the dress down her body, letting it fall to the floor.
    Then his hand was at her bra. With one deft twist he undid
the clasp, sliding the straps down her arms and tossing it aside.
    When he slid his thumbs into the elastic of her panties she
started to shake. She wanted this—oh, God, she wanted this—but all her old
fears and insecurities seemed to rise up at once and paralyze her.
    Her panties were down. “Step out of them,” Luke ordered her.
    His voice cut through her fear. She did as he told her,
lifting one foot and then the other. She was naked now except for her high
heels. She closed her eyes tightly, her hands gripping the shelf in front of
her.
    He leaned close and whispered in her ear. “I’ve wanted you
for so long, Kali. There wasn’t a night senior year I didn’t fantasize about
you.”
    She felt his hands on her shoulders, big and strong and
warm. His breath tickled her, and a feathery chill ghosted over her skin.
    “As your friend I felt so much tenderness for you, so much
gentleness. But when I dreamed about fucking you I was never gentle. When you
stood me up on prom night, I thought maybe you’d sensed it somehow. That you
knew how I fantasized about you and didn’t want anything to do with me.
    “Of course that was just one of the things I thought. I went
through every possibility in my head. Sometimes I thought it was because of
your dad, or because I was poor.”
    Then, as though the memory of those days made him want to
stake a claim on her body, he slid a hand down to her pussy and pushed three
fingers inside her.
    She gasped at the rough invasion, and his fingers began to
rotate slowly, stretching her.
    “You’re so fucking tight,” he said, his voice as rough as
his touch. He slid his other hand around her and then up, cupping her left
breast and pinching her nipple.
    She moaned then, her body twisting restlessly in his grasp.
    “After prom night, I swore I’d never fantasize about you again.
Sometimes I’d even last a week or two. But then…you know that moment when
you’re masturbating, when you’re close and you just need something, some image,
to push you over the edge?”
    Yes, she knew that moment. Luke had inhabited that place in
her psyche since she’d first figured out how to give herself an orgasm.
    He moved closer, and for the first time let her feel his
erection. He pushed his cock against her and she arched back into him, the
movement increasing the friction of his fingers inside her.
    “When I can’t control my thoughts any more, I think of you.
You’ve pushed me over the edge so many times that just thinking about you can
get me hard.”
    He pulled his hands from her body, and she almost cried out
in protest.
    Then he spoke into her ear again, softer than before. And
though he wasn’t touching her at all she felt him behind her like an impending
force—a flame or a tide or a predator, ready to consume her.
    “Here’s the thing, Kali. You deserve a partner who’ll make
love to you exactly the way you want. The way you need. If what you want is a
gentle, considerate lover, then I’m not your man. I could be for any