Luke's hands gripped my butt, and he lifted me up, sliding me onto a counter or cabinet in the closet. I couldn't tell what I was sitting on.
The smooth wood was cool on my backside.
He kissed my neck, and I tipped my head back, moaning as I popped one button at a time off Luke's shirt.
It was pitch black, making all my senses heightened.
He brushed his fingers along my thighs and my skin shivered, puckering with goose flesh.
I sighed and shuddered, my fingers curling tightly around the edges of his half-unbuttoned shirt.
Luke's lips brushed my ear. He nibbled on my earlobe and then whispered to me. “Is this okay, Cat? Do you want this?"
“Yes," I gasped, my hands tightening around his damp shirt.
His breathing became ragged, and his hands squeezed my thighs almost painfully.
