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Rose’s head tipped backward as a low moan escaped her mouth, and Luke kissed along her jaw as his pace quickened gradually along with the pressure of his touch. She rocked toward his hand, trying not to slide too far and jeopardize her precarious position on the bar, but she reminded herself that he still had a firm grip on her hip and that he would never let her fall.
The pressure within her built far more quickly than she’d anticipated. Her body had missed his touch, had craved it, and now her senses were on overload. As his fingers rubbed her rapidly, she felt her control beginning to shatter. Her breath hitched, and then, with a low and satisfied groan, she felt the heat within her burst as pleasure rolled through her. Her grip on his shoulder tightened and then slacked, and he let out a low chuckle against her neck. A shiver swept up her spine at the brush of his warm breath on her skin.
“We can talk more later,” he said quietly. His voice was low and rough, and she expected him to start undressing her or himself, but instead, he pulled back. He removed his hand from between her legs, his fingertips just barely skimming her inner thigh as he did so, and shifted out of her grasp. “I was supposed to be at work hours ago. I need to actually go in today.”
Rose’s heart sank, and she let out a long, heavy breath. “Not what I was anticipating.”
“Do you have to go in?”
She shook her head. “I’m off until Monday.” She worked at an interior design firm downtown, and she was fairly close with her boss, who would absolutely die if she heard about how Rose’s weekend was going.
“Will you be okay here? You know you can help yourself to anything you want, whether it’s food or the T.V. or whatever else.”
“Okay.” She didn’t try to hide her disappointment. Why was he suddenly so determined to go to work? Hadn’t he felt every bit of the chemistry she had? Why couldn’t he just let himself go and be with her again like they both knew he wanted to?
“I’ll be back this evening, and we can… see what happens.”
Rose nodded stiffly. Luke hesitated for a moment and then turned away from her, starting for the hallway. Within seconds, he was gone, and she heard the house’s front door open and shut.
She leaned back on the bar, propping herself up with her elbows as she stared at the dark wooden ceiling.
“Idiot,” she mumbled. “What did you think he was going to do, propose again?”
She lowered her gaze and caught sight of herself in the mirror on the wall. Her hair was disheveled, and her shirt had shifted to reveal more of her chest than she’d planned, but it was a relief that she didn’t look quite as rough as she felt. She supposed she’d subconsciously hoped he would come back from wherever he’d actually been that morning in time to find her before she’d had time to pull herself together. He’d always told her he found her confidence sexy—when she had been at his apartment back in college, borrowing his shirts in the mornings and ‘forgetting’ to wear her pants with them had been one of the quickest ways to turn him on. Though she’d been incredibly shy when they’d first gotten together, it hadn’t taken her long to warm up to the idea that she could make him want her easily. That he always wanted her, just like she always wanted him.
A smile crept onto her lips as she recalled a particular dress she’d left in her car. He might be playing hard-to-get, but she knew him far too well for it to last.
Chapter Seven
Luke didn’t look up at the sound of the knock on his office door. He had been left a much larger stack of paperwork than he would’ve liked, today, and he wasn’t thrilled by the prospect of dealing with any of his coworkers. He’d hoped that they would’ve made much more headway with the paperwork than this after he’d left the night before, but he didn’t know why he was surprised that they had left him so much to do. The other ASAs seemed to love giving him the most mundane tasks possible to finish. At the moment, though, the paperwork served as a welcome distraction, so he knew he shouldn’t complain too much.
“Come in,” he called, shifting the trial transcription at the top of the stack to rest beside it as he moved on to the next one.
He heard the turning of the doorknob, and then he heard her voice.
“Are you busy, Mr. LeBlanc? I can come back another time…”
He looked up immediately, unable to keep the shock from his expression. His eyes widened at the sight of Rose standing in the doorway, wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves and dipped low enough to reveal just enough of her cleavage to tease him. Her skirt was short—too short to be at his law office, stopping at her upper thighs—and she wore red heels that looked downright painful to walk in, though her posture was confident, at ease, like she did this every day.
God, how he’d missed this side of her. He recalled how pure and innocent she’d been when he’d first begun stealing glances at her across the dining hall or whatever classroom they’d been crammed into along with too many other bodies that had just been in his way, keeping him from her. He recalled how tentative those first kisses had been, and he recalled how quickly she’d eased into them, how much passion lay just beneath the surface of her carefully constructed poise, and how he’d been determined to feel her lips—and her body—against his for as long as he was breathing.
She’d learned that quickly enough. She’d become quite good at seducing him, pushing all the right buttons to get him too excited for his own good when they’d been sitting together at the backs of lecture halls or hovering near the hors d’oeuvres at his parents’ parties, and then he’d rushed her into the nearest private space at the first opportunity, eager to rip away the clothes separating them.
“Well, this is a… surprise,” he said. He slowly lowered his pen to rest on the desk.
Rose closed the door behind her and locked it, and Luke took his time allowing his gaze to return to her face. He surveyed the curves with which he’d become deliciously familiar—his eyes lingered on her hips and on her breasts, which were hugged just tightly enough by her dress to tell him that it was intentional. She’d always been meticulous about her clothing choices, even though she’d seemed to regret remaining in just her shirt for a while earlier that morning.
Though his better judgment told him he shouldn’t, he believed he liked where this was going. He laid the papers he’d picked up back on top of the stack.
A mischievous smile crept onto Rose’s lips. “I knew you were stuck here,” she said, starting toward him slowly, “and I thought I might come by and try to help you pass the time.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you,” said Luke. “How do you propose to do so?”
He was still angry with her, but while he’d been going through paperwork, his rage had dissipated somewhat. If he were in her situation, he had no idea what he would’ve done. He supposed his sister was right—he should at least let Rose try to mend what was broken between them, or her part of it, anyway. He knew he was responsible for quite a bit of the damage, too, and if letting himself surrender and seeing where this went would help to make up for some of it, he could do that much.
Rose made her way around the desk and slipped off her shoes before climbing carefully onto Luke’s lap. He surveyed her, not bothering to hide the fact that the neckline of her dress drew his focus downward. She seemed to be waiting for a reaction, and even if he attempted to be more discreet about looking at her perfectly full breasts, he knew it would be a losing battle. He rested his hands on her hips while she laid one hand against his chest and trailed the fingers of her other through his hair. He was certain she could feel the tightening of his pants.
“I was thinking,” she began, her blue eyes fixed meaningfully on his.
