"Oh." Unexpectedly, tears burned my eyes, but he was already kissing me again, so I closed my eyes.

His body trembled against mine and he broke away, kissing my neck and stroking my ribs as if he could grasp me in his fists. My fingers entwined in his thick, black hair as he kneeled before me.

Again, I wore a wool skirt without pants. I was so his that I don't remember. I wanted his touch so much that I seldom wore jeans. Luke delicately touched the backs of my thighs, and I moved it aside, hesitant to investigate it.

Slowly, he pulled my skirt hem and kissed my mound,...