“I’m weak!” I cry out. Once again, Like has been able to invade my thoughts. He saw the passionate fantasy in my mind. He and I, tangled in heat. In shame, I drop to my knees and hand my head.
Silence.
I can sense him step close and I slowly rise.
I meet his gaze.
Luke pulls my face closet to his. I can almost feel his lips against mine. But he doesn’t kiss me. He holds me there in an agonizing limbo. As though he is as terrified as I...he pulls away slowly but his hands do not leave my cheeks. They slide slowly and softly down my neck. My breathe becomes ragged and it feels as though there is fire in his touch .
Neither one of us say a word. As though seeing me for the first time, his eyes examine me. He is so close, I can feel his manhood harden. It presses against me and I can’t help but lean closer. The cool metal of his prosthetic hand makes my skin prickle. Luke bows his head towards me and sigh. “I am the weak one.” He whispers as his lips touch my exposed skin .