I didn’t want any help. I wanted this to be over. It was much better to be over now than over later when he left me because he was bored or done with me or whatever. Or worse, when I had to identify his bullet-ridden body at a morgue.
“First…” he started, interrupting my thoughts.
Oh no! It had multiple parts.
“I’m gonna fuck you until you feel it until I know you feel it. ‘It’ being what we have between us. I thought I was gettin’ through last night, you talkin’ about your Dad and today, you callin’ me when there was trouble or when nothin’ was happening at all. We’ll see if that took but either way, I’m gonna get through to you I don’t care what it takes.”
Okay, maybe lying wasn’t the way to go, maybe begging was. “Luke, please, please, just let me go home,” I said softly.
His hand came back to my jaw, his thumb sliding along my lower lip and he ignored my pleas. “The second part you gotta get, babe, is that I’m not lettin’ you go. I’m not lettin’ you push me away and I’m not giving up. I’m gonna keep working until I piece together what your Dad and those assholes tore from you. I’m gonna keep at you until you let me in. I’m not gonna stop until you tell me you’re mine, until it comes straight from your mouth, preferably when I’m deep inside you and you’re lookin’ at me like you look at me when I’m close to makin’ you come.”
Against my will, I felt my insides melt as his fingers sifted into the hair at the side of my head. His eyes got ultra warm and his mouth came to mine.
“I love it when I make you come,” he muttered against my lips, his hand sliding all the way through my hair then down my back as his arm closed around me. “Every time, you say my name and you smile this unbelievably sexy little smile.”
Oh crap. I didn’t want to believe I did that but I could believe I did that. I mean, this was Luke we were talking about, which would have been enough, but there was also the fact that I’d never climaxed as hard as I did when I was with Luke and that would make anyone smile.
Then he said what sounded like a vow to a sacred quest. A sexy, modern-day vow but a scary one for me because Luke was the kind of guy you just knew would find the Holy Grail. I was pretty certain he’d make old Lancelot look like a putz.
“Ava Babe, I’m tellin’ you, you’re gonna admit you belong to me because you belong to me.”
Ee-yikes!
I tried one more time. “Luke, please, let me go home.”
His lips brushed mine then he lifted his head.
I noticed his eyes had gone ink right before he smiled.
“No fuckin’ way.”
Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Chapter Nineteen
Cornered
He kissed me.
I tried not to let it penetrate but he was good with his mouth, he was an amazing kisser and my melty insides intensified.
Unfortunately, my outsides turned melty too and my body relaxed under his. He felt it and rolled, taking me with him so I was on top.
Something about this cut through the Luke Lip Fog, reminding me I was still in escape mode. I lifted my knees like I was going to straddle him. Instead, I broke my lips from his, pushed up swiftly and started to exit the bed.
I got one foot on the floor before he tagged me. Twisting me, I fell into his lap and one of his arms closed around me tight. I struggled, of course, and since he wasn’t paying attention I thought I had a chance. Still, he managed to hold me to him (which was way annoying). He wasn’t paying attention because he had the drawer of the nightstand open and he was rummaging in it. I was too busy trying to get away to notice what he was doing until I heard the clink of handcuffs.
I stilled, my head jerked around and I shouted, “No!”
That’s when I really started to struggle. I didn’t want to be cuffed to the bed, not ever again.
I pulled away, gained my feet and ran to the elevator, slapping the button, stopping and realizing too late that it sucked Luke had an elevator. It was cool until you had to make a quick exit. If you had to make a quick exit, you were screwed.
Foiled, fucking, again.
I whirled to face him while I waited for the elevator and watched as he approached me, shoving the cuffs into his back pocket. “I’m leaving,” I told him.
“No you’re not,” he replied, calm as could be.
“I am. You can’t keep me here,” I went on, not calm at all.
“Yes, I can.”
I didn’t want to admit it but I was pretty sure he could.
Shit!
He got up close just as the elevator doors opened. I had started edging back when he moved, faster than I’d seen anyone move before. One second, I was heading backward toward the elevator, the next second I was pinned against the wall by the side of the elevator.
Once again. I had to ask.
Why me?
“Luke, don’t!” I shouted, sounding desperate and not caring anymore. “Please don’t cuff me to the bed again.”
He moved away an inch and, with a quick tug at my shirt, the buttons down the front unsnapped all the way up.
Shit again!