“Charlotte?” Luke stopped me, grabbing my wrist and blocking the door with his body.
“Where are we going?” I pushed.
“Stop.” The forcefulness in his voice froze me where I stood. “You’re upset.”
“No, I’m not,” I lied. “I’m hungry,” I tried to dodge.
“Liar.” Luke smirked, calling me out. “Just because I said I wasn’t going to kiss you, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”
“Then why?”
“Because with you looking like that …” His eyes dropped down to my shoes before slowly climbing up my legs, pausing briefly on my boobs. After what felt like forever, he met my eye and pinned me with his heated gaze. “If I’d have kissed you, we’d have been eating cold Thai takeout from your bed after I’d fucked you seven ways to Sunday.”
“Oh.” I had nothing.
“Yeah. Oh. So, I’m going to pretend to be a gentleman and take you out for dinner, then if I’m lucky, I’ll bring you home, and … get lucky,” he added playfully with a wink.
Relief consumed me. I needed a drink. In less than two minutes I’d gone from being horny to feeling like I was being rejected to wanting to kick off my heels and drag him into my bedroom and have my way with him.
“Depends,” I taunted, stepping into his personal space, my tits brushing against his chest. I didn’t miss the way he sucked in a breath as his hands found my hips again, holding me in place.
“On?”
Flashing him my biggest smile, I pushed up on my toes feeling the bite of his fingers as he tightened his grip. “What’s for dinner?” I whispered against his cheek before putting a quick kiss there and dropping down again and slipping past him out the door.
Behind me I heard Luke groan before he pulled the door closed and caught up. When he reached down and tangled his fingers with mine, he led me toward the elevator. The moment we were inside, he pinned me against the wall with his hips, letting me feel every inch of his frustration.
“You’re a cruel, cruel woman, Charlotte Rowe,” he growled, rolling his hips, his erection hitting me right where I needed it the most.
I had two choices. I could respect Luke’s need to be a gentleman, thank him and step away. Or I could have some fun and make it a little harder for him. Literally.
It wasn’t even a contest.
Reaching my hands up, I wound my arms around his neck, my fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. Leaning forward, I rested my forehead against his. “Oh, Luke Steele, you have no idea,” I purred before kissing him in the demanding, desperate kiss I’d been craving since the moment I’d found him on my doorstep looking like dessert.
Our tongues dueled for dominance, and Luke pulled me tighter against him, crushing my boobs between us. My nipples strained against the thin lace of my barely-there bra causing the most exquisite friction.
I was so turned on I was practically panting. My underwear was soaked and every nerve ending in my body was tingling. I’d just lifted my foot from the floor, Luke’s huge hand holding my thigh, and I was just about to wrap it around his waist, when a distant ping echoed over our heavy breathing and the doors sprung open.
I read the regret on his face as he lowered my leg back to the ground and shuffled backward, blocking me from anyone entering. Luke might have the manners of a gentleman but after that kiss, the most desperate of those we’d exchanged, I was left with no doubts he left them outside the bedroom. A theory I was more than willing to test.
Catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I looked like I’d been freshly fucked and I was wishing I had been. I was so close, closer than I’d ever been with only a kiss, and I was ready for more. And more than that. I was desperate for more. Tugging my dress down, I straightened my coat, ignored my kiss swollen lips and took Luke’s extended hand as he led me across the lobby and out onto the street before hailing a cab.
Once we were seated in the back, keeping a respectable distance between us and our hands to ourselves, I turned to face him.
“Where are we headed?”
“Depends,” Luke replied, mischief dancing in his eyes.
“On?”
“What do you feel like?”
“That’s a dangerous question.”
“Well, let me try again. If you could have anything right now …” The look I shot in Luke’s direction, one that said ‘are-your-really-asking-me-that’ had him chuckling and reaching for my hand, keeping our intertwined fingers between us. “Let me rephrase. What’s your dream dinner choice right now?”
“Right now?”
