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I made my decision.
“Go, have fun,” Avery whispered in my ear, melting away into the crowd.
Luke reached me and spun me around, pulling me back against his chest. He began to move me to the music, and I closed my eyes, lost in him. Everything else faded away, my entire being focused on him as he bent his head, his hot breath in my ear sending delicious shivers down my spine.
The length of his body pressed against my back, and his sexy, muscular arms held me in place. One hand held me possessively across the stomach, while the other drifted upwards, grazing the underside of my aching breasts. He bent his head to nuzzle my neck, scraping his stubble across my hypersensitive skin.
“Please come home with me, baby.” His husky rasp vibrated through me. That sentence, combined with the feel of his hard cock grinding against my ass—how could I resist?
This man.
There was no chance I would turn him down.
“Yes,” I breathed, the word swallowed up by the pounding, hypnotic beat that pulsed through the huge speakers surrounding us.
I felt, rather than heard, his sharp intake of breath, and he pulled me off the dance floor, tugging me towards the entrance to the club. I had no time to say goodbye to anyone.
Luke flagged down a passing hackney cab and spoke to the driver in a low tone, and we were off, racing through the darkened London streets.
I stared at Luke’s profile, highlighted by the street lamps, and my stomach flipped. I couldn’t deny how much I felt for him anymore. It wasn’t only his gorgeous looks; everything about him made me fall for him. I was beginning to peel away his layers, and what I saw took my breath away. Somehow, despite our rocky beginning, we’d ended up like this, hurtling towards an inevitable conclusion.
He glanced over to me, and I was swept up in his darkened gaze. Pulling me close, his lips came down on mine, firm and possessive. I opened my mouth for him and our tongues swirled together, finding a rhythm, sensual and seductive.
I moaned into his mouth, and he pulled away slightly, staring at me with black, black eyes, breathing heavily.
“Luke. Fuck. You…” My voice trailed off. I looked at him, sprawled against the cab seats, all dishevelled and hot, hair mussed and his lips swollen from our kisses.
“You should see yourself,” I whispered. “So. Fucking. Sexy.”
“You don’t even realise just how much I want you,” he said in a low, throaty tone. “I want to get you naked and make you scream my name.”
I moaned aloud.
“I couldn’t have imagined this,” I ground out, my voice shaky. “We hated each other so much, and look at us now.”
Luke’s hand came out and gripped my face, holding it in position, so I was looking directly into his eyes.
“No. I thought I hated you. I was wrong. So fucking wrong. I mistook the feelings I had for hate. But now? I know better. I can’t get you out of my head, Olivia Payne.”
“Twenty pounds, please, mate.” The cab driver’s cheery voice interrupted our moment. As I tuned into our surroundings, I realised we’d stopped outside Luke’s building.
“Uh, sure.” Luke looked as dazed as I felt. He shook his head as if to clear it, then pulled his bank card out of his pocket, and tapped it on the contactless payment machine.
“Cheers. Enjoy your night.” The cabbie winked as Luke helped me out of the taxi.
Stumbling upstairs to Luke’s flat was a blur. I had flashes—Luke fumbling for keys—dragging me upstairs—stopping halfway to kiss me until I was breathless and begging for more—palming my breasts…
We staggered into his flat, and he slammed the door behind us, the sound a loud echo. We both stopped for a moment, out of breath. His gaze ensnared mine, and the hunger and fire took my breath away. I launched myself at him, and he caught me. My legs went around his waist, and he slammed me back against the wall, his arms between me and the hard surface, desperately kissing me. There was nothing smooth about this kiss. Teeth clashing, grinding against each other, it felt like everything we’d been through was foreplay leading to this moment.
“My dress. It’s borrowed,” I panted. Luke instantly reacted, despite his obvious arousal, sliding me down his body and spinning me round.
I wiggled my ass into his crotch, and he groaned.
“Liv, you’re fucking killing me. Let me get this dress off without ripping it.” He unzipped the dress, his movements sure and gentle despite his obvious impatience. I stepped out of the dress and turned back to face him, in my underwear and heels.
“Fuck, baby—look at you,” he breathed reverently. He pulled me flush against his body, and our mouths met in another wild kiss. I tugged at his shirt, needing to get it off and feel his skin against me.
“Bedroom.” His hoarse voice, sounding as if it had been scraped along gravel, made me shudder, so desperate for him that I couldn’t think straight.
