“Does that mean you like me, Luke Steele?”
Shit! I’d been trying to be cute and playful, and now I sounded needy. Shit! This is why I shouldn’t date. It should be why I should stay and look into buying a cat or three.
“Dad!” Isla called, breaking the moment and I’d never been more grateful to be interrupted. I could feel my cheeks burning and the need to get away was increasing in line with my racing heart.
Wriggling out of Luke’s grip, I grabbed my purse and pulled the strap over my shoulder. I was almost out the door when he snagged my wrist and tugged me back into the room before kicking the door shut and pinning me against it with his hips.
“You don’t get to drop a bombshell like that, Charlotte Rowe, and then run away. You’ve got to at least give me a chance to answer,” Luke growled, the warmth of his breath tickling my cheeks.
“Isla …”
“Is fine and can wait a minute. My girlfriend on the other hand … seems she needs reminding exactly what that means.”
Luke kissed the column of my neck, and I moaned at the contact. He was distracting me. Or maybe I was being dickstracted. The very prominent bulge in the front of his sweats was pressing against my stomach making me rub myself against it like I was a bitch in heat.
“What does it mean?” I asked breathlessly.
“It means, she doesn’t run away. It means, there are definitely more sleepovers in our future, preferably without the six-year-old chaperone in our bed. It means, I get to do this.” He nipped at my ear lobe and palmed my boob in the same motion, making my whole head fuzzy, unable to form a coherent thought. “And it means, I like her. Very much. You know that, right?” Luke’s question lost the playfulness and guilt swallowed me.
“Yeah, I know that.”
“Good. Now, when are you staying over again?” Luke asked, tilting his hips and hitting me right where I needed him the most.
“When am I invited?” I panted, rubbing against his hardness, driving us both crazy.
“Tonight. I need you tonight.”
“I might be able to arrange something,” I promised, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling his head toward me, and kissing him desperately. It was the kind of kiss I’d come to expect from Luke, the kind of kisses I craved. Hot, hard, and melting me from the inside. And addictive. Luke had become my drug of choice and I did not want to give that up.
“Dad!” Isla called again and Luke groaned, resting his forehead against mine.
“Go. She needs you,” I encouraged.
“I need you,” Luke replied, and if I hadn’t already been head over heels in love with him, I certainly was now.
“Tonight,” I assured him, knowing I’d do whatever I had to do to spend the night wrapped in his arms.
“Tonight,” he confirmed with a kiss, this time a more family-friendly version before stepping back and putting space between us.
Standing there, staring at each other panting, Luke adjusted himself while I attempted to right my dress. Once we were somewhat put together, he took my hand and opened the bedroom door only for Isla to come barreling in and to wrap her skinny arms around me, almost knocking me off my feet.
“Whoa there! Where are you off to in a hurry?”
“Mrs. Neal said you had to go to work.”
“That’s right. And I’m super late, so I better get going,” I told her, trying to untangle myself from her grip.
“Are you coming back?” Isla asked, her bottom lip trembling.
“Yep.”
“When?”
I looked at Luke who was leaning against the door frame, smirking. Even though I had no proof, I had the sneaking suspicion I’d been set up.
“Tonight I think. Your dad asked me if I’d come back again tonight. But only if that’s okay with you, of course.”
“Yay!” Isla dropped her hands and bounced on the spot. At least she was feeling better.
