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Author's Note: Since I''m not a writer, I edited this love scene from a novel to fit Luis and Sheridan. If you find a rated R offensive, then please do not read. Hope you enjoy it.
Author: Meryl Sawyer
Novel: Last Night
Sheridan and Luis have some of the misunderstandings resolved, and they want a relationship. They just fought off 2 hit men that were in her cottage, I should say Luis mostly. The scene takes place outside in the courtyard/patio and it's late at night.
Sheridan changed into a nightgown and went into the bathroom. She scrubbed her face, but didn't really see her reflection. Instead she saw Luis, the ice pack to his jaw, laying in the chaise outside. He'd refused to come inside.
She was so worried about him she couldn't possibly sleep. What if had internal injuries and died before morning? Her stomach roiled spasmodically as she recalled how Luis had hurled himself at those hit men.
She'd been fighting it hard, but day by day, hour by hour, the more time that she spent with Luis, the more she cared about him. She felt so protected when Luis was with her, but she wanted more, she wanted him in her life. Luis would stay by her side and help her the way he'd come to her defense tonight.
So why was she washing her face while he was outside hurting? Because he insisted. He was accustomed to getting his way. Well, if they were going to have a relationship he'd have to learn to compromise.
She marched out to the patio and found Luis on the chaise, the ice bag held against his jaw. "It takes two you know." Luis dropped the ice pack, revealing a vivid bruise that made her wince. "Two to what?" "Two to have a relationship." She sat beside him, but didn't put her feet up.
"I insist you tell me what you're thinking. You haven't said anything since those hit men left."
He gazed at her a moment, seemed set to argue, but said, "Okay, You'll tell me about it when you're ready." He tenderly gathered her in his arms even though it must of hurt him. They cuddled, reclining on the chaise and watching the moonlight shimmering down on the courtyard.
The heartrending tenderness in his gaze astonished her. Tonight he'd proved that he cared enough to risk his life again to protect her. Now he'd revealed that his interest in her wasn't new. It went back months, back to how close they had become in New Mexico.
"I'd wish you'd let me take you to a doctor"
"Know what would make me feel a lot better?"
Slowly and seductively his gaze slid downward, taking in the filmy lavender nightgown, which had ridden up to reveal most of her thighs.
"You couldn't possibly. Not in your condition."
He chuckled, a masculine, sensuous sound that seemed to vibrate deep within her own chest. "You're right. I can barely move, but it would feel great to have you touch me the way you did the other night." "What night?" Then she remembered.
Flashback~~~~~
Sheridan woke up from another sexy dream of Luis and proceeded to walk out into the living room. Luis was sprawled out facedown on the couch, wearing nothing but boxers.
She edged nearer, leaned closer, so close that she could see the pulse throbbing at the base of his neck. He was asleep all right, breathing evenly, his tanned face and dusky eyelashes a stark contrast to the white pillowcase.
Her hand hovered just above his bare shoulders. Heat radiated from his skin, warming her palm and drawing her hand downward. She knew she should stay away from him, but she couldn't help herself. She honestly couldn't.
With a tremor in her fingers, she touched his shoulder. She inhaled sharply, half expecting him to awaken and round on her as he had earlier. She waited a moment, her fingers resting lightly on him, he didn't move.
His skin was smooth but beneath her fingertips, she detected raw power she always associated with him. Knowing that he was truly asleep, she couldn't resist letting her hand glide down the masculine plane of his back across the bare skin that was surprisingly soft. The muscles beneath were firm though, as solid as the beat of his heart.
Her hand drifted downward a scant inch at a time, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. Afraid he may wake up and start asking questions she slowly got up and walked back to her bedroom and went to sleep.
End of Flashback~~~~~~
"I thought you were asleep. I---I---I---" How could she explain caressing him in such an intimate way? "Couldn't resist me, could you?" His smile was so adorable that she couldn't help smiling back. "I don't know what got into me" she said. "I honestly don't."
"I loved every second, but you left too soon."
"Well, we certainly don't want to cause you any problems tonight."
"Why not, everything else hurts."
She kissed his cheek, tenderly brushing her lips against the bristle of emerging whiskers. She meant to stop, she really did, but a few seconds later she found her lips on the curve of his neck. A trace of his after-shave mingled with his male scent and the smell of the night-blooming jasmine that hung heavily in the soft night air. Beneath her lips, his pulse throbbed. She gently caresses his well-toned shoulders, savoring his strength.
"I feel better already, Sheridan." Luis said amorously.
"How can I thank you for what you did tonight?"
"By remembering that we're a team. It took both of us."
She closed her eyes and nestled her head against the crook of his neck. Was he reading her mind?
Earlier she'd though much the same thing. Partners. She wasn't facing her problems alone anymore.
It was the most comforting thought she'd had in years, and with it came a slow-dawning realization. She needed to love someone. All this time she'd though in terms of someone to love her, not accepting love was a two-way street. If she were honest she'd admit that she'd been afraid to love a man.
She let her hand drift down the solid plane of Luis' chest. He'd taken off his bloodied shirt, and the heat from his skin and the rasp of his hair reminded her that she was willingly, happily snuggling with a big, powerful man. A man who had just proven she could trust him with her life again.
She couldn't resist stroking him gently, being careful in case she was touching a bruised area. The muscular length of his torso intrigued her. He had a rugged, thoroughly masculine chest that she couldn't help kissing. She flicked her tongue over his skin. Once. Twice. How long had she wanted to taste him? Forever, it seemed.
In slow motion she ran her tongue over the surface until she found a nipple and blew a jet of cool air across it. Luis groaned, a low sound from deep in his throat that made her pulse skyrocket.
"Admit it," he demanded, his voice a shade shy of a whisper. "I'm the one-the only one for you. You want me. Don't be afraid of how you feel."
"I'm not." Now she had an entirely different fear.
She was experiencing such uncontrolled rush of longing that it frightened her more than she could ever have imagined. Yet it excited her too.
"Don't stop now." Luis stroked the back of her head, twining his fingers through her hair. "Touch every inch of my body."
With a sigh of anticipation, she lowered her head and kissed him again. She traced the solid contours of his torso with the liquid tip of her tongue. Tasting and kissing as she went.
"Ouch." Groaned Luis smiling.
Sheridan drew back. "Sorry. I have no business kissing you when you're in pain." "You're better than any painkiller. Cuter too," he said, a teasing note in his voice, humor flirting in his eyes. "Besides, you don't want to stop, do you?"
She lowered her head and whispered, "No," against the warmth of his skin. She hadn't a clue why she was behaving so wantonly, but she craved him. From her flushed nipples to the sweet throbbing between her thighs-she wanted him. Only him.
The urge to touch him and kiss him bordered on the primitive. She didn't fight the feeling, didn't even try to. Instead she explored him, lightly caressing him with her hands and kissing him. Occasionally she stopped to taste, or put her cheek to the wall of his chest and listen to the ever accelerating thump of his heart.
"Aw, hell." He muttered, his voice stripped to a husky growl by desire. His breath was hot against the top of her head and sent a jolt of arousal through her. She sensuously stroked his chest, lightly teasing the skin by drawing the tips of her fingernails over it with tantalizing slowness.
His hands rested lightly on her hips, warm and solid. He flicked the sheer fabric aside and touched her bare skin with his hands. A depth charge of excitement exploded deep inside her. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hands coasted upward. Over the flare of her hips. To the curve of her waist. Up to the tender underside of her breasts.
There he stopped to cradle their fullness in the broad palms of his hands. His thumbs rested on her nipples, idly moving back and forth, coaxing the soft peaks into rigid proof of the effect he had on her.
"Take off the nightgown."
"Me?" she said, stalling.
"No, the man on the moon. Take it off. I want to see you."
She couldn't deny this man anything. Lifting her arms, she pulled the gown over the top of her head, then sent it swishing through the air. She remained on her knees and let the moonlight wash over her full breasts. Dusky pink areolas circled her pouting nipples, revealing how aroused she was, but she didn't care. She wet her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and tasted Luis' after-shave.
"God..You're beautiful." His heavy-lidded eyes slowly drifted from her parted lips to the peaks of her breasts and lingered there.
She flinched under his intense gaze and her breasts swayed slightly. Luis approving smile banished what little modestly remained, and she became keenly aware of an ache deep inside. The feeling increased, becoming a shudder of anticipation, as his gaze swept lower.
As surely as if he were actually touching her, she felt him scorching a path down the gentle swell of her hips and focusing on the juncture of her thighs, where pale blonde curls concealed her femininity. Heat shafted through her, arrowing to her most intimate place, her breath was quickening. But she didn't look away.
Here she was, wearing nothing but a smile. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Stop kidding yourself, Sheridan. You have a wild streak. You've been dying to get into my pants."
She smiled, not bothering to deny it. Going back to the first time she'd walked in on him in the shower at the youth center. She'd felt a certain thrill, now she recognized that thrill was desire.
"Here I Am" -Luis gave an overly dramatic sigh- "helpless. Have your way with me."
"I intend to."
She crouched over Luis, her legs straddling his hips. A soft moan caught in her throat. She'd never dreamed of taking charge like this, but then no one had ever told her that she'd want a man so much. It was a raw, primitive, physical pleasure, staggering in its intensity.
She longed to feel his mouth against hers, but his lower lip was split. She satisfied herself with the curve of his neck and the sensitive area behind his ear. Her bare breasts were so close to his chest that her nipples responded to the heat of his body by tightening even more, adding to the excitement.
Driven by some forbidden impulse, she lowered her chest a fraction on an inch and let her breasts sink into his chest. Oh My, she never dreamed a man could feel quite this good.
"See what you've done to me." He shoved her hand down to his crotch. Beneath his jeans he was rigid and throbbing slightly, his maleness a promise and a threat.
His hands slipped between her thighs, touching her intimately. Her breath stalled in her throat and for a second she indulged herself, closing her eyes and letting his talented fingers gently caress her with expert precision.
"Look at me." He drawled, and she realized that he'd taken over.
She gripped his wrist and pulled his hand away. "You're in no condition to be giving orders."
"You wanna take charge? Great. You're just my type."
"Anything in a bra is your type."
"Right..Your Honor."
She ignored his teasing and reached for his belt buckle with trembling fingers. After fumbling with it for a second she managed to unhook it and yank down his zipper. She pressed her lips to his burgeoning erection, which was battling to be freed, and blew a hot current of breath through the fabric of his boxers.
Luis moaned, but she ignored him, slipping her hand under the waistband of his boxers and homing in on his shaft. Thick and hot and amazingly hard, it still felt unexpectedly soft. She squeezed it tight, moving her wrist up and down. Quickly glancing up at Luis, she saw that his face was contorted. He seemed to be in more pain than when the hit men left their mark on him. She stopped, but didn't let go. It simply felt too good to hold him.
"For Christ's sake, don't stop now," Luis said, the words coming from deep in his chest.
That was all she needed to hear. She moved her lips over him, still amazed at the silkiness of the surfaced that belied the pulsing strength within. With her tongue she explored every inch. Somehow she peeled his clothes to his knees, driven by the insistent call of her own body. The moist heat between her thighs demanded release in a way that she'd never experienced before.
She held him in one hand, nuzzling the sensitive spot between her thighs with the rounded head of his erection. Slowly she eased over him, sheathing him a half inch at a time, opening herself to accept him.
Luis groaned loudly. "What is this? Cruel and unusual punishment?"
"You're too big," she said, teasing him.
"No way," His hands covered her hips, bringing her down on the iron heat of his sex.
He arched upward, thrusting deep inside her, then burrowed ever father. A shaft of exquisite pain shot right through her, and she paused for a moment to savor the bittersweet sensation. Instinctively she rocked slightly as she rode him, her head falling forward so she could watch him. Suddenly they were one, moving like dancers hearing a silent tango.
His eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth clamped down on his lower lip-despite the cut-while his powerful chest pumped up and down. That she could do this to him amazed her. And filled her with an overwhelming sense of power.
Within seconds her body contracted in a convulsion of pleasure so profound that she arched backward as an uncontrollable shudder racked her body. She gasped for air and flung her head from side to side. Above, the glittering stars in the swath of black sky seemed to be winking at her.
Luis tightened his grip on her hips and she felt him release. She gently lowered herself downward, careful not to collapse on top of him and hurt him.
She eased him onto his side, not letting their bodies part yet.
His intense eyes, now dilated until the amber was a mere shimmer around the ebony pupils, gazed at her with awe.
"You were absolutely right." She whispered. "I'm the one. The only woman for you."
Setting: Sheridan's Cottage
Misunderstandings have been mostly resolved. Sheridan and Luis are in her kitchen, Luis is putting groceries away and getting ready to grill some steaks.
One thing leads to another and.....
Sheridan twined her arms around his neck, moving the soft swells of her bosom molded against his chest. She looked him directly in the eyes " I love you, Luis."
He couldn't help himself, he honestly couldn't, yet he tried. He gripped the counter with both hands for a second. The tender, expectant look in her eyes touched him in a way he never could have anticipated. He threw his arms around her, anchoring her to his chest.
The air left Sheridan's lungs in a soft gasp as Luis hugged her. Feeling the tears spring to her eyes, she closed them. Thank God, she said to herself. Luis had been acting so strangely that she hadn't known where she stood.
Her lips trembling, she returned his kiss. A shiver of longing tripped up her spine, sending chills across her breasts. This was what she wanted and needed. Someone special, someone who cared about her, someone she could truly love. She sighed and rested her head against her sturdy chest, content.
His hands skimmed across her body and paused to caress her intimately while his tongue danced with hers. Roving fingers found their way under her blouse to the clasp of her bra. With a flick of his wrist it was undone and her breast was cradled in the palm of his hand.
"You're beautiful, so beautiful," Luis whispered. "Yes," she whispered, believing for the first time in her body's beauty instead of being afraid of it. She pressed her hips forward as her nipple tightened under the pressure of his thumb. Both breasts felt hot and achy now. She wanted his mouth on them the way it had been the other night.
Her pulse pounded in her temples, making her head spin, and she was out of control. Images flashed through her mind so quickly she didn't have time to react: She was backed up against the refrigerator, her blouse dangling from one wrist; then she was sliding to the floor in slow motion; suddenly she was naked, yet she had no memory of undressing or being undressed.
Maybe she wasn't out of control. Perhaps it was Luis who'd gone over some invisible edge. He was everywhere at once, his touch tender but undeniably urgent-as if he couldn't get enough of her.
"Slow down," she whispered, wanting to make this last forever.
He misunderstood and thought she wasn't aroused enough. His lips left hers and traced a moist trail down the sensitive curve of her neck. She buried her face against his neck and inhaled his sensuous earthy scent, clutching his hair, threading it's soft fullness through her fingers.
Luis! She thought. Luis..oh, Luis!
She'd wanted so long-all her life-to be swept away like this. Once such domination, such unbridled passion would have frightened her. Not anymore.
His turgid erection pulsed against her naked thigh and she tried to remember when he'd taken off his clothes, but quickly decided it didn't matter. All that mattered was the subtle movement of his tongue as it glided down past her navel, tasting, circling, tasting again.
"Oh, my..more. Give me more," she cried.
"You got it." His hands were under her now, digging into the softness of her buttocks and gently spreading her legs apart. The sensitive skin responded with a flare of heat that centered in her groin.
"Oh, yes," she cried out.
That spurred him on; he centered himself between her legs and blew across the cluster of curls. His hot breath felt cool against the moist skin-and unbelievably erotic. His head dipped and his tongue invaded her most intimate places with smooth, sure strokes.
She clutched at his powerful shoulders and held him there, mesmerized by the prospect of imminent release. Ripples of anticipation coursed through her with each tantalizing stroke of his tongue. Suddenly he was inside her, with a jolt that felt as if he'd shot right though her. She welcomed him with an instinctive upward thrust of her hips, wrapping her legs around him and matching his ever increasing rhythm with her own.
Her lungs were burning from lack of air and her eyes we watering-she wasn't sure why-when she realized she was seconds from climaxing. Too soon, she tried to shout, but the pounding of hips and the ramrod hardness between her thighs silenced her.
He stopped, still buried to the hilt inside her, and gazed into her eyes, "I'm the one. The only one-and don't you ever forget it."
"I know," she whispered. "You are the one."
She wanted this exquisite feeling to last forever, but it didn't. In a starburst of ecstasy that bordered on pain, she catapulted over the edge. Seconds later Luis followed, collapsing on top of her, utterly exhausted. She held him to her breast, not wanting the experience to end.
She honestly couldn't recall being so happy, this content. Yet here she was buck naked on the kitchen floor-euphorically happy. So this was love.
It was minutes before she found her voice. By then Luis had rolled off her and was staring at the kitchen ceiling. He seemed troubled.
"Maybe we should put the steaks on the barbecue," she suggested, thinking they should talk.
Luis levered himself up on one elbow and ran his hand over the supple curve of her hip and glided between her thighs with her talented fingers.
"Screw the steaks."
In seconds they were in her bedroom on top of the comforter. This time he drew her to him more gently, his earlier intensity replaced by such tenderness it made her heart ache.