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I angle my legs so they’re facing Luke, crossing them in his direction.
“It’s not very quiet in here.”
He rubs the tender spot beneath my ear and holds me there. “When you’re in the room, your voice is the only one I hear.”
I roll my eyes at his cheese.
His eyes capture mine. “I never told you this, but the first night we met, I looked over and saw this gorgeous redhead. Then, I saw you,” he jokes, and I slap him in his chest. “I’m kidding. I’m trying to keep your ego from getting too big. You know you’re beautiful, so I don’t have to prop you up with compliments. Good-looking girls are a dime a dozen. But when I saw you, I damn near fell to the ground. It wasn’t just your hair, the piercing green eyes … it was this mouth.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “When you spoke and this sexy, sultry voice came out, I was entranced. And your words … fuck me. You were witty and confident, and when you laughed, I swear it was the only sound I ever wanted to hear. It’sstillthe only sound I ever want to hear.”
My chest quivers with his words, paired with the way he has a hold on my neck, powerful, like he owns me. It’s potent energy that shivers down to my core.
“You always have the right words.”
“I’m lucky that way, I guess.” His hand lowers to mine. He takes it and rests his palm against mine. Our fingers weave in and out of each other’s, teasing with the slip of the finger across the other. “So very lucky.”
He leans in and kisses me.
I whimper in response as he dusts his lips across mine. He pulls me tight against him, gripping my hand in his. A current of electricity swims through me, sparking every sensual nerve ending and singeing me down to the very core.
When Luke kisses me, I not only get caught in the lustful haze, but I also fall deeper under his spell, the kind that makes me forget where I am and why I ever gave up on the idea of love. I know I should tread lightly with this man. The future is uncertain, and yet in many ways, we are destined to be together. As I push my tongue into his mouth, I feel how very well we belong together, right down to my toes.
“I love your mouth,” Luke growls as his mouth moves to my neck. He sucks along my pulse line before kissing his way back to my lips. “Do you hate that I’m devouring you in the booth in a very public place?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he grips my hair and pulls back, giving him a better angle to suck along my collarbone.
I release my hand from his, lowering it to his thigh, and rub the severe bulge in his jeans. His throbbing erection pulsates as I rub it up and down.
“Jillian, what are you doing?”
“Behaving like the kind of woman I despise.”
“What kind of woman is that?”
“One who craves a man desperately.”
His pulse quickens. A primal need hisses through his teeth. He takes my mouth again, our kiss frantic. My nipples harden as I brush up against his chest, desperate for the connection, yet I’m confined by the angle of the booth and the table that’s too darn close.
Luke must feel the same way. He breaks our kiss and takes my hand, leading me off the leather and out of the confines of the booth.
He leads me past the dance floor, a mechanical bull with a line wrapped around it, out down a corridor toward the exit, and out into the parking lot. His truck is in the corner of the lot, one of the farthest spots, as the lot was full when we arrived. As we approach, he hits the unlock button, then opens the back door, and practically lifts me inside.
The car smells like pine, musk, and, when Luke enters, feral man. It’s a heady combination. He closes the door and sits on the bench seat.
“Your house is way too far away, and I can’t wait that long to touch you,” he groans.
“Then, get your hands on me now.”
That’s all he needs. His hands are in the tendrils of my hair. His mouth is on my neck. I lift my blouse and toss it into the front seat, giving him free rein to lower those lips. My bra is pushed down, springing my breasts free. My nipples pucker at the cool air around us. I cry out when he sucks on the bud.
Luke’s mouth is on mine again, and we make out in the backseat of his truck like teenagers—me topless and him wearing way too many clothes. I grip the cotton of his shirt and motion for it to rise. Sensing my urge, he moves his hands behind his head and removes his shirt. Inch by glorious inch, I get to see his rippled torso and chiseled chest as he removes his shirt, joining it with mine.
I love Luke’s body. I bless the gods of the fire department for making him the stealth Adonis he is. Beautiful, smooth tan skin, carved pecs, and a six-pack, smattered with a thin line of hair that leads from his belly button to down into his boxers and jeans. I want inside those clothes. So much so that my hands work quickly to undo his buckle and unbutton his pants.
As I’m lowering the zipper of his crotch, Luke takes my head in his hands, cradling my skull and kisses me gently. The passion in his mouth is no match for the fury of my fingertips as they seek his hardened cock and free it.
I break our kiss. And look down. The sight of his erection makes me salivate. My hand runs up and down the length, feeling it engorge with every stroke, growing and pulsating against my skin as I wrap my fingers tightly around it. I give a firm squeeze and lick my lips.
My breathing is erratic, but nothing compared to Luke’s. His cheeks are flush, his lips parted, and the steely gaze in his eyes says he loves the way I’m making him feel.
