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eyes move.
    "You going to stand there or climb my ladder and come with me?"  I watch for a smile that I know is coming.  Her face lights up and I begin to laugh at her shocked expression. 
    "Really, Luke?"
    "Don't pretend you're not ready to climb on top of me and give it to me just like I want."
    "I didn't say I wasn't, but I want to make sure we have an understanding here."  She has me intrigued.
    "Okay.  What do I need to understand to get inside those shorts?"
    "You need to understand that this is just us having fun.  The Walkers will give us hell if they see you acting like you did tonight.  I don't want to have to fight with them over us."
    "Agreed."
    "Besides, I could tell Eaven didn't approve of us."  I see her face fall as she begins to talk.
    "Ev was just threatening me not to mess this up with you.  She knows the guys will flip their shit."
    "Well, there isn't anything to mess with.  We both know this is just a hookup, so we're good."
    "I love how you're talking.  So quit and get over here." 
    It's time to move this along.  I want to feel her mouth on me. 
     
     
    Lilly
     
    How long have I waited for this control?  To have him in my bed, begging for me to join him.  I want to lick his six-pack abs all the way up to his gorgeous lips.  There is one thing that will happen tonight... I will be exploring his endless tattoos.  Holy shit, the definition of his muscles offset by the brightly colored tats is obviously a weakness for me.  Control, Lilly.  Don't jump on the bed like an excited fan would.  
    I turn to sit on the edge of the bed, slightly facing him.  He moves for me, instantly kissing my neck as he slides the spaghetti strap off my shoulders.  I didn't even bother with a bra, knowing this was going to happen tonight.  His hands slide over my chest and around each of my breasts.  His slight tug on both piercings has me at his mercy just that quick.  Damn him.
    I let his hands consume me and he eventually moves to stand in front of me.  Sitting on the bed, I'm faced with the abs I've watched from afar all these months.  The urge to lean forward and run kisses over each bump wins over.  With the light on, I can see everything.  Right over the top of his waistband is a tattoo of brass knuckles.  He stands there and lets me slowly move my fingers over each ring.  I notice how each ripple of his muscle is defined and his skin is just a complete work of art.  Sliding my hands up his stomach, I look up into his eyes and begin to run my lips over the same tattoo my fingers just explored. 
    With a slip of my tongue, I move to the next tattoo.  His eyes follow me as I leave a trail of moisture and begin to kiss the endless ink around his body.  He remains still during my attack and I take time to appreciate all the detail.  His back is completely covered in numerous individual tats—all connected—creating one massive full jacket of ink.  His tattoo artist must be top notch to pull of this symmetry and color along with the intricate detail that has gone into each one. 
    He turns his head to watch me.  I've never seen anything like it.  Sure, he has been around without a shirt on—after all it's Luke I'm talking about—but looking this closely is a whole new experience. 
    "How many hours do you have into them?"
    "More than one hundred hours."
    "It's breathtaking to see them this close."
    "Yeah, I know."  I move my fingers over the contours of his back.  His skin erupts in goose bumps as I slide my fingertips across his shoulders.  Running my hands down each of his arms, I pass over the bulk of his biceps and it’s honestly even more of a turn on to feel them in the flesh.  His sleeves are always tight and I'm always tortured to reach out and touch the muscles fighting to break free from the material confining them. 
    I'm met with a smirk when I make it around to face him.
    "My turn.  Clothes off."  His demand is sexy as hell.  My body craves him, so there's no way