First one

Twenty-Nine: a man can only take so much

The entire room was spinning and not only because I was Vodka drunk but because I was drunk with him. His smell filling all my senses, his touch sending shivers down my spine in the best way possible, his voice making the pit of my stomach erupt with butterflies. God, if only I knew what he was thinking right now. The hell with thinking!

The hands in his neck pulled him closer to me, our lips touching and the warmth of his mouth absorbing my being, lost in this moment until he pulled his lips away from mine. I slowly opened my eyes, his dark ones bore into mine, the worry gone, replaced by want and longing.

When I thought it wasn't possible, he pulled me even closer, his hand on my cheek keeping my face in place for him to kiss me back, our lips touching once again. My hands slide down to the collar of his shirt pulling at it passionately while sliding my tongue over his lips. A small groan escaped his lips before letting me in, his mouth parting quickly as both his hands eagerly gripped at my waist causing me to take a few steps backwards.

The room was still spinning, so I had no idea what way we were going but I trusted him not to guide me down a ravine. When a door opened and closed again, I recognized the colors on the wall as I briefly let my eyes wander while his tongue was still vigorously moving against mine, the tingling in my stomach becoming uncontrollable. I want him! I want him so much!

I pulled away from him only to kiss him on the cheek, one lower on his jaw and one even lower until I found the most kissable spot of his body. The line of ink peeking up his shirt. When I let my tongue glide over his piece of art all the way up to his earlobe, he let out a deep moan. He wants me too. It caused me to smile against his skin before starting another kissing attack on his neck.

"Bella stop doing what you're doing, it's driving me insane." He whispered, his hand caressing my hair at the back of my head while his other pulled our lower bodies so close I could feel his excitement. He definitely wants me. I sucked at his skin, just enough not to leave a mark. "Bella, please." He pleaded but his body gave away the hollowness to his words, giving me opposite signs.

"Why Luke?" I whisper, kissing his neck again while my hand trailed to the front of his shirt fidgeting with the top button.

"Because you're drunk Bella." He whispered, his hands grabbing mine stopping me from opening his shirt. He looked at me sincere, he meant it this time. "Stop before I can't stop myself. I won't do this with you while you're drunk. You're going to regret it in the morning." He shook his head at me, disappointed.

"Why would I regret it?" I shake my head, not understanding what he's trying to say. Why would I regret being with him?

"Because you won't remember the best experience of your life. That's a bit of a shame isn't it?" He laughs, trying to put humor I this situation.

"Whoa, you're confident..." I laughed, not feeling rejected at all. Even more, I felt wanted because he won't touch me while I'm drunk. He could easily have had me, but he chose not to. Tip of the iceberg Lukas wouldn't have hesitated, but I was getting all of him, including his patient side.

"Not confident, just aware of my capabilities." He laughed; cockiness layered thick on his words as he sat down on the edge of my bed while he kept his hands on my hips.

"I don't believe you Mister Davis as you won't put your so said capabilities to the test." I said, before biting my lip seductively, glaring at him. He tilted his chin up, looking up at me, longing clearly still present in his dark eyes. He wet his lips and sighed as his eyes took in the sight in front of him. He looks so sexy, and that shirt I just want to take it off, slowly, button by button, working him up. My mind wanders off to a different place as I put my hands on his strong shoulders, feeling every muscle through his shirt. Just take it off please!