Chapter Forty-Two
Fallon
I am having the best time. I can’t believe how scared I was earlier, but Luke and his family eased those worries the moment I stepped into the party. The song playing is just coming to an end when I can practically feel the heat of Luke's gaze burning into my back. Who would have thought the sexy doctor would be so territorial?
“Thank you for the dance, love, but I have a feeling my boy might burst a blood vessel if I don’t hand you back to him,” his father smirks, looking over my shoulder.
I laugh, not needing to turn around to know exactly what I’ll be greeted with. I lean in to leave a kiss on his cheek before spinning towards my hungry man. He doesn’t disappoint. I could orgasm just from looking at him. His eyes are laser-focused as he walks towards me, offering his arm.
“How about that tour?” He asks, voice lowso only I can hear.
“I thought you’d never ask. Will your mum not be upset with us disappearing?”
“Honestly? I couldn’t give a bigger fuck,” he states, leading me out of the marquee and towards the house.
He doesn’t say another word as he pulls me through the kitchen, where multiple staff members are plating up food that smells absolutely divine. My stomach grumbles because, of course, I didn’t eat before we left. I was too anxious about being here. But there is one thing I'm hungrier for right now, and I'm hoping to devour it any minute now.
When we’re in the hallway, he pauses, looking around with a crease between his brows. What is it he is looking for? I search the grand room, it is beautiful, but in an old-world royal kind of way. It’s easily three times the size of my dinky apartment. He squeezes my fingers and starts to lead me towards one of the many doors.
“Where are you taking me, Dr Luke?” I muse, happily following along after him.
“You will see,” he throws me a wink over his shoulder.
When he opens the door, I can't restrain the gasp that escapes me. I walk further into the room, taking it in. There is a fire roaring against one wall, surrounded by deep burgundy Chesterfield couches. On the other side of the room is a bookcase filled to the brim with books. I doubtthere are any spicy romance books that I'd like to read, considering the only ones I can see are leatherbound and aren’t in English.
I am snapped out of my daze when I hear the door shut and the lock turn into place. Whipping my head towards Luke, I find him staring at me. There is a heat so intense in his gaze, a look I've never seen before.
“Fallon,” he purrs, not moving a muscle. “I have wanted you since I last saw you. But, I have needed you since you stepped out of your bedroom tonight. I can’t wait any longer.”
A shiver runs through me, my need for him rushing between my legs.
“Now, baby, there is one thing I need you to do.”
“And what's that?” I breathe out.
“Strip.”
My heart begins to thud in my chest. He wants me to strip right here, when the house is full of strangers? And not forgetting about his parents. They could come looking for us at any moment, but when a sexy man like Luke asks you to strip, it would be rude to disobey.
Biting on my bottom lip, I turn around to show him my back. Slowly, I push the straps of my dress off my shoulders with my shaking hands, but they're not shaking from nerves. It’s from excitement. Reaching behind me, I unzip the dress and let it drop, the green silk pooling in a pile at my feet. Luke inhales sharply behind me,yet he still sounds far away.
“All this time, you have been in my company and haven’t had any underwear on?” He groans painfully.
I breathe out a chuckle as I finally turn to face him. I am now wearing nothing apart from my thin strappy heels. His back is resting against the door, and his fists are clenched at his sides. The restraint this man must be using right now is undeniable.
“You should know me by now, Luke. I don’t like to feel restricted. Also, that dress shows no mercy.”
“You will be begging for mercy soon enough. Are you going to behave?” he asks.
I smile, nodding my head at him.
“Good. Lean against the wall,” he demands, angling his head to my right.
Of course, I do exactly as I am told. The coolness of the wall against my skin sends shivers down my arms, or maybe it's his gaze. He strolls towards me, a devilish smile playing along his lips, and his eyes never straying from mine. He discards his jacket on the arm of the couch and rolls up his sleeves without stopping. This man is on a mission tonight.
When he is close enough, I lift my arms to wrap around his neck, but he chuckles, catching my wrists in his hands.
“Nope, I have something else in mind,” he whispers, before slowly lowering to his knees infront of me. “I have needed to taste you all fucking evening, Fallon.”
