More kisses.
More touches.
Just…more.
Untangling our fingers, I speared them into his hair.
The little grunt he let out sent a ripple of giddy pleasure through me. A moment later, a different sort of pleasure slid through my body when he wrapped his arms around my waist and hauled me into his chest.
Yes!
Heat from the fire burning deep in my belly suffused my skin. I needed out of my clothes before I burned alive where I stood.
Tearing my mouth away, I stared into his turbulent gray eyes, now the same shade as the summer storm clouds. “This is insanity, but I don’t want to stop.”
Fingers clenched and unclenched against my waist. He swallowed hard. “I didn’t bring you here for this.”
“I know.” The simple sincerity in his voice and in his eyes was all I needed to understand I wasn’t leaving any time soon.
Throwing my misgivings and all the reasons why I shouldn’t stay into the wind, I closed the gap to kiss him once again.
There was no grunt of surprise this time. We were on the same page now.
Luke’s hands climbed up my back to grip my hair. The pull on my scalp amped up the need swirling in my veins, and I pressed closer.
Tightening his grip, Luke lifted me off my feet as he backed away from the table. His mouth left mine but stayed close enough to brush my lips as he spoke.
“I plan to carry you upstairs now, unless you want to leave.”
For a split second, the sane, pragmatic part of my brain reared her head and said I should consider that.
I told her to shut up, then gave a little hop to raise my legs and wrap them around Luke’s waist. “What are you waiting for? I’m not going anywhere.”
A predatory hunger blazed in his eyes, sending a delicious ripple through my body.
“Yes, ma’am.” Spinning on his heel, hands still on my back and wrapped in my hair, he hightailed it to the stairs.
Anticipation built in my belly as he bounded up the steps, two at a time. Once we reached the second floor, we were turning into his bedroom in four long strides.
The door shut with a bang as he kicked it closed on the way to his bed. Light from the street filtered in through the window, casting silvery shadows through the room.
Though his steps were hurried, he placed me gently on the bed against the pillows.
But I didn’t want gentle. I was already wound tighter than a corkscrew. Clutching the sides of his face, I pulled him in for a deep kiss.
Madness, my mind whispered.
Pure and utter madness gripped me. I knew this was fast. That I barely knew him. But I couldn’t bring myself to care.Not when his soft, lush mouth plundered mine, and his work-roughened hands tunneled beneath my shirt to skim my sides.
Tugging at the hem of his shirt, I practically begged him to take it off without saying a word, too caught up in his kisses to speak.
He understood the message, though, and sat back long enough to yank the shirt over his head.
The filtered glow from the street shone in ripples on his muscled chest. Dark blond hair glittered silver in the light.
Reaching up, I ghosted my palms over his chest. Hard work had sculpted his body, not a gym, and it showed in the firm, sinewy muscles.
“Your turn.”
