Then she was naked and in his arms and he stopped worrying about anything but getting her to scream his name.

Chapter Thirteen

Luke guided Alexis onto the bed. She couldn’t stop another giggle from slipping free when they bounced on the mattress. Another new experience. She was racking up plenty of them when it came to him. In all the time she’d been intimate with Eric, it couldn’t compare with the sheer desire she felt when Luke touched her.

And now there was an element of fun that she hadn’t expected.

He kissed her, his weight settling between her legs as his tongue twined with hers. Considering how desperate he’d sounded when she was on her knees in front of him, he seemed totally content to take his time now, exploring her mouth as if memorizing the contours of it. She ran her hands up his back, trying to arch against him, but there wasn’t enough leverage to get him where she needed him.

She broke away long enough to gasp. “Please, Luke.”

“Please what?” He dragged his teeth down her neck as he hooked one knee, pushing it up and out so his hard length rubbed right down her center. Another inch lower, and he’d be notched at her entrance, but he didn’t push that far. Instead, he sealed their bodies again, stroking the underside of his cock against her clit, the delicious friction making her moan.

It wasn’t enough. “More.”

His tongue swiped down the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck. “Tell me what you need.” The rough edge of his voice made her shiver the same way his calloused fingers did as he skated them down her thigh to cup her ass. “Who you need.”

She laced her fingers in his hair and pulled him back into a kiss, but he didn’t give her the opportunity to sink into it. He pulled back, keeping his mouth just out of reach, his body pinning her so she couldn’t quite make that contact she needed. “Please.”

“Tell me who makes you feel like this.” He nipped her bottom lip, retreating before she was satisfied. “The only one who makes you feel like this.”

There was only one right answer, and the terrifying part was it wasn’t a lie. She’d never felt anything that could hold a candle to what Luke did to her. She loved every second of it, the way he met her challenges and took it to the next level. This wasn’t a man who feared a strong woman. A broken woman.

And… She was finally starting to feel more strong than broken for the first time in her life.

Luke’s fingers dug into her ass, just this side of painful. “Who?”

“You.” She sobbed the word out, rolling her hips even though she knew it was useless. He wouldn’t be inside her until he was damn well good and ready. The waiting only made her want him more. When he didn’t move, apparently willing to wait her out, she hissed out another breath. “You, Luke. You’re the only one who makes me feel like this.”

“Don’t you dare forget it, darlin’.”

Now, finally, he took her mouth again as he shifted, reaching over the bed for their packs. Anticipation curled through her, heightening the desire sparking in every place they touched. The rough skin of his scar scraped against her thigh as she hooked her free leg around his waist, that little movement sliding him against her clit and nearly enough to send her over the edge.

He knew what she was doing, the ass. Luke chuckled against her mouth. “Not yet.” He pulled away enough to reach between them to roll on the condom, and then he was back, pressing against her entrance.

She expected him to shove home, the way he’d done up to this point. She needed him to do that.

But he worked his way into her in short, controlled thrusts, until she whimpered and strained against his hold, needing him deeper, needing him to push her over the edge of the pressure already building beneath her skin. Nothing she did helped, though.

When he was finally sheathed completely inside her, he went still. “Christ, you feel good.”

“More.” She clutched his shoulders, moaning when he propped himself on his elbows and shifted inside her. It wasn’t enough. “I need you, Luke. Deep, hard. Make me come.”

His grin was just this side of savage. “You need me.”

She was too far gone to deal with the conflicting emotions flickering over his face. All that mattered was getting him to move. “I need you.” The words resonated, but she did her best to ignore it. The truth, however complicated, didn’t matter right now. She’d deal with the consequences later, when she had a moment alone.

“I got just what you need.” He thrust into her hard enough to make the bed frame rattle.

She reached over her head and gripped the thin metal bars, giving herself to him completely. The look on his face was reward enough, but she wasn’t prepared for him to loop an arm under her waist and roll them, leaving her straddling him. Shock froze her for half a second, but his hands on her hips urged her to move.

Then pleasure took over.

“Take control. Ride me, darlin’. I want to watch your face as you come on my cock.”

His words drove her on as much as his hands. She grabbed the top of the headboard and lifted herself nearly off him before slamming back down. They both moaned when she did it again. He let go of her hips to cup her breasts, lifting and squeezing, the pressure spiking her desire.

“That’s right. Just like that. You’re almost there.”

She was. Each stroke of him inside her pushed her closer to the edge. Alexis started to close her eyes, but forced them open. She wanted to see him as pleasure took over. Needed to. It made no sense, but she was too far gone to question it.

Grinding against him, the wave of her orgasm rose and pulled her under. It kept cresting, driven by Luke’s urging. He drew out her pleasure until she couldn’t keep her eyes open, until her entire being was consumed with him. She was distantly aware of him finishing beneath her, but it was all she could do not to collapse on him. Her arms shook with the effort to keep herself up.

“Come here.” He pulled her to his chest and cradled her there. She let herself relax into him, promising it’d only be for a little while. Then she’d get up, take a shower and…do something.

But she could enjoy this while it lasted.

Luke stroked her hair, struggling to deal with the feeling in his chest. It was soft and gooey and completely focused on the woman in his arms. She’d looked magnificent with her back arched, her hair a mess around her face, her hazel eyes hooded with pleasure, as she rode his cock. He’d never forget that image as long as he lived. He didn’t want to.

Which was a goddamn problem.

He put it out of his head as he tangled his fingers in her hair and brought her up for another kiss. “Wow.”

“I think that’s my line.” She gave him a long look, and he found himself holding his breath as she seemed to consider something. He didn’t relax until she settled back down and laid her head on his shoulder again. “You can borrow it, though, because that was wow.”

Another problem. Instead of scratching an itch, every time he was with her only got better. It was as if, by letting him between her thighs, she was working her way into him.

Guided by an urge he didn’t want to ignore, he kissed the top of her head. This wasn’t so bad. Right now, he didn’t have to focus on how even the sex was complicated when it came to Alexis, let alone the rest of the tangled mess of emotions in his chest. He liked her. He admired her. He didn’t want to see the end of his time with her.

In short, he was well and truly fucked.

“Are you going to continue being a mechanic?”

The question hit him in the stomach. He almost laid her on the bed and made some excuse—any excuse—to walk out of the room, but something stopped him. She wasn’t accusing him of anything. There was only an innocent curiosity in her voice. As if she thought this was a safe subject.