"Challenging," he corrects, his hands sliding to the button of my jeans. "Not impossible."
Still laughing, I halfheartedly try to push him away. "Don't you dare."
"A rule’s a rule, sunshine, and I'm very motivated."
I buck him off me, rolling him over, but he reverses the hold and lands on top again. I squeal when he catches both my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head, his grin downright wicked.
“Cheater,” I accuse, breathless with laughter.
“Former Army,” he corrects, dipping his head to brush his nose against mine. “We call it superior training.”
I try to knee him in the thigh, but he only laughs harder, his weight settling over me in that careful way that makes my heart stumble. For the first time in days, everything heavy falls away and it’s just us—me and Luke, tangled up in his bed, alone, like the world outside this room can’t touch us.
His free hand slides down my side, over my hip, and then?—
"Oh." The sound escapes me as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my jeans.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" His voice drops, rough and pleased. His fingers trace the edge of my cotton boy shorts. "Looks like you're breaking the rules already, sunshine. Guess I'll have to do something about that."
"Luke—" My protest dies as his hand slides lower, cupping me through the thin cotton.
"That's it," he murmurs, his eyes locked on mine, his fingers exploring. "Let me feel how wet you are."
He pushes the cotton aside, sliding two fingers through, and we both groan. "Fuck, Harper. You're soaked."
I can't respond—I can barely breathe. His fingers circle my clit with perfect pressure, and I arch into his touch.
"That’s it," he says, his voice sex raspy as he pushes me closer to the edge. "You’re doing so good, letting me make you feel good."
The praise does something to me—makes me clench around nothing, makes me desperate for more. I clutch his shoulders, opening my legs as far as I can.
He slides two fingers inside me despite the tightness of my jeans. His fingers move inside me—slow, deep, relentless. His thumb finds my clit and circles it in time with each thrust.
I'm making sounds I can't control, whimpering and gasping as I grind against his hand.
"Look at you. Taking my fingers so well." He curls them inside me, hitting something that makes my vision blur. He kisses me, nipping my lower lip. "You gonna come for me, sunshine?”
I cry out, my back arching.
Humming, he lowers his head and bites first one nipple then the other through my layers of clothes.
“Luke.” I grip his hair.
He kisses up my neck until he reaches my mouth. “Let me feel you come on my hand," he says against my lips. His blue eyes fill my vision, and his thumb presses down harder on my clit as he keeps my arms immobile. “Now, Harper. Come for me now.”
The orgasm hits hard and fast, out of my control, my body clenching around his fingers as pleasure crashes through me. My head spins, and I cry out over and over as he works me through it, his fingers not stopping until I'm boneless and trembling beneath him.
When he finally withdraws his hand, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. I gasp and wiggle, needing him to fill me again.
"Delicious.” He grins, licking his thumb. "And for the record? I’m definitely enforcing the no underwear rule."
"You're insane," I manage to say.
"Yeah." He presses a kiss to my temple. "But you love it."
I do. God help me, I do.
I clear the emotions from my throat. “You know the rule would have to apply to you too.”