He captured my lips again, his hands going down, tugging my skirt up to my h*ps then yanking down my panties. I shimmied out of them and he lifted me, hands at my ass, and planted me on the counter. He spread my legs and moved his h*ps between them, all the while his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth.

His hand went between my legs and hit dead on the target and it felt so good, my back arched, my head dropping back, losing contact with his lips. His mouth went down my neck, my chest, back to my nipple as his hand worked me, thumb rolling on the target while a finger slid inside.

“Luke!” I gasped, close, oh so close, I was nearly there and I knew it was going to be good.

Upon hearing my gasp, his hand and mouth instantly went away. I gave a small cry of protest as his other hand fisted in my hair.

“No you don’t,” he growled and picked me up, one hand at my ass the other one still in my hair. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he carried me to the bed with his face buried in my neck, his tongue sending shivers sliding straight from the skin under my ear on a no fail trajectory to my special girl parts. He set me on my feet beside the bed and released me.

At that point, it was all go, go, go. Not because I thought we would get interrupted but because I wanted him inside me and I wasn’t going to wait one f**king second longer.

My hands went back to the buckle of his pants. As I worked it, I got up on tiptoe and my mouth went to his neck, tasting him with my tongue. He tasted great, he smelled great, everything about Luke was great. I got the buckle free, undid the button and slid down the zip as he unzipped my skirt at the back and shoved it down so it fell at my feet.

My mouth now at his throat and working my way around, he pulled my shirt up, foiling my plan to stick my hand down his pants. Without a choice I leaned back, lifted my arms and he whipped it over my head. He picked me up, hands at my ass again, my legs went around his h*ps and he put a knee to the bed, planted me in it and covered me with his body.

Now we were getting somewhere.

During this maneuver, wanting to be ready for anything, I slid his cargoes over his tight ass. I dipped my chin and looked at him, my eyes hooded, his molten. His hands went to my hips, lifted them, I felt him there and, eyes on mine, without hesitation he slammed inside me, burying himself to the hilt.

I closed my eyes, arched my neck and breathed, “Yes.”

He felt good, he felt hot, he felt hard.

He felt right.

I lifted my knees and pressed them against his sides as he drove in again and again and again hard, hot and totally out-of-control. While he slammed into me, he kissed me. When I started panting, his mouth went to my ear and I lifted my head and pressed my lips to where his neck met his shoulder, wrapping my arms tight around his back, my legs around his h*ps like I was never going to let go.

I was there, right there when I heard him say, his voice hoarse, “Ava.”

I dropped my head back and tried to focus on him but couldn’t because it hit me. I came and it was toe-curling, world-tilting amazing.

I didn’t know it but when I came, I gasped Luke’s name and, shortly after, I smiled.

And he watched the whole thing.

* * * * *

Luke rolled to his side, taking me with him, still inside me, his hand behind my knee to keep my leg wrapped around his hip.

I’d just done the nasty with Lucas Stark.

I’d played the scenario in my head dozens of times, hundreds of times and never, not once, was it as good as what just happened.

Shit.

I was so screwed.

Luke gently slid out of me, tugged at the bottom of the comforter and pulled it over my body. Then he rolled over on his back, bucked his h*ps pulling up his cargoes. Then he moved away and I watched as he silently sat at the edge of the bed. He put his elbows to his knees, forehead in the heels of his hands in a masculine position of defeated reflection.

I stared and felt my throat close as if in slow motion.

Of course. Fatty, Fatty Four-Eyes Ava Barlow had just done the nasty with ultra hot, tough guy, macho man Lucas Stark which meant Lucas Stark just gave the business to Fatty, Fatty Four-Eyes.

He must be mortified.

I rolled taking the comforter with me. All I could think of was escape. I had to get out of there, get away from him. Wyoming wasn’t far enough. I had to buy myself onto one of those spaceships that they let rich people take a ride on and never, ever come back to earth.

I neared the end of the bed, I was still wearing my pointy-toed, pencil-heeled sling backs and they kept catching on the covers hampering my movement. I was just about to crawl over the footboard when he tagged me with an arm around my waist and I landed on my back. He pinned one side of my body with his and looked at my face. I saw, somewhat surprised, that his eyes were still ink.

“Where you goin’?” he asked, voice soft, slightly husky and very sexy.

“I’m going to spend the night with Sissy and her Dad,” I told him voice quiet, slightly husky and very scared.

I watched in total shock as he gave me a sexy half-grin then touched my mouth with his. His mouth moved away but his face didn’t and he kept looking in my eyes.

“You missed it again, babe,” he said in his gentle, affectionate voice.

“What?” I whispered, transfixed by his inky eyes and caught up in The Voice.

He lifted his head a bit and shook it, his hand came up and he sifted his fingers through my hair at my temple. He watched his hand’s movement then his eyes came back to mine.

“I’m not gonna clue you in this time, Ava. This time, you’re gonna have to figure it out for yourself. One thing I’m gonna tell you is that you’re not goin’ anywhere.”

The way he said it, I knew he didn’t just mean tonight.

Guess he wasn’t mortified by giving the business to Fatty, Fatty Four-Eyes.

Seriously, I was screwed.

Chapter Fifteen

Together in A Way You Can’t Deny

In the dead of the night, Luke tugged me over the top of him to his other side. I started to settle into him face-to-face but, with pressure at my hip, he rolled me so my back was to him and he leaned in so we were bent at the waist.

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t mind this new position, it was nice.

And anyway, I was tired.

I started to fall asleep again when his arms wrapped around me; one of his hands went north and one went south.

I sucked in breath and came awake when one of his fingers hit the target between my legs and the thumb and finger on his other hand did a delicious nipple roll.