Nice.
“What did you want to talk about?” he asked as his hand slid down my arm, fingers curling around my wrist, he brought my hand between us and pressed it in so my fingers hit the target.
Ultra nice.
“Ava.”
“What?”
“You wanted to talk.”
I did? Shit, I did.
His fingers moved my fingers until my fingers took over. Then his hand moved to my ass, the other one slid up my back and his neck bent, lips hitting the skin above the lace again while his ‘tache tickled it.
“Um –” I mumbled then moved, sliding slightly up and down, as my fingers rolled.
This was hot.
Ava, focus, Good Ava admonished.
Yeah, focus. Focus on how hot this is. Yum-mee, Bad Ava cooed.
Yikes!
I had recruited the Rock Chicks for this operation and they had worked so hard on it I had to see it through. If I didn’t they might throw me out of the club.
So I persisted. “I just wanted to tell you, I like my house, I like my Range Rover and I don’t think you should go to Vito’s family meeting.”
His head dropped back again and he looked at me. His hand at my spine slid around and cupped my breast, thumb sliding across my nipple over the lace and that felt so good I made a little sound in my throat.
Between his thumb, my fingers and his hard boy part, I was quickly losing the will to manipulate macho man Luke into doing what I wanted.
He started talking. “We’ll stay at your house while the blinds are being put up. Once the blinds are up, we’ll try the loft for awhile. We’ll see how it goes and we’ll decide. Work for you?”
I moved up and down, not slightly this time, but more.
Then I ground into him and breathed, “Okay.”
“The Range Rover’s gotta go, babe. It’s not safe.” His voice was growing rough.
“I like my car.” My voice was still breathy.
“We’ll get you another car. I’m thinkin’ Mustang.”
I liked Mustangs. Mustangs were super-fly.
“Okay,” I repeated.
My fingers pressed in, it felt good and I licked my lips as he watched.
“Christ.” This time, his voice was definitely rough.
“The family meeting –” I went on.
“You aren’t near Zano unless I’m with you.” The roughness had a new dimension now.
“Why?”
“He wants this.” His thumb did another nipple swipe while his hips bucked and I bit my lip as heat shot through me. “And I’m not givin’ him the chance to go for it.”
My other hand curled around his neck and I looked at him. “But,” I whispered and then slid my fingers to where we connected. “I only want this.” I dropped my forehead to his. “You don’t have to trust Ren, Luke, but you can trust me.”
At my words and my touch, his eyes went molten, his hand slid into my hair, twisted and he kissed me, hard, hot and deep.
When his lips disengaged, he murmured, “You got it, beautiful.”
Yay! My mind screamed.
There it was. Proof positive. Luke was The Best Guy Ever.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
Then I went back to focusing on my target and while I did this Luke watched. It wasn’t embarrassing, it was sexy and it was hot. After awhile, it was so sexy and hot, I arched back, ready to let it happen, but he pulled me forward again.
“I want you looking at me,” he demanded, voice now hoarse.
I tried to look at him but my eyes were half-mast, I was deep in a hot-sex fog and I couldn’t focus.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “I’m gonna come just watching you.”
I smiled, leaned forward, thinking to kiss him but instead I gasped his name just as I climaxed, hard, my mouth against his.
I wasn’t even close to finishing before he flipped me to my back. My arms wrapped around him as he lifted my hips and slammed into me, over and over again, prolonging my orgasm and once the first one was done, another one rolled in right after it. Luckily, the second one coincided with Luke’s.
It was heaven.
In the end, my manipulate a macho man plan only half worked.
I won on the Family Meeting, lost on the Range Rover and tied on the living arrangements.
I could live with that.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Two Kinds of Women
In the middle of the night I woke up, limbs tangled with Luke’s in Nighttime Alpha Position.
I pressed into him, he fell to his back, I rolled over him and he came with me.
I settled on his other side, assuming Nighttime Beta Position, hooking my thigh around his hip.
His arms came around me. “Babe,” he muttered, voice sexy-husky-drowsy.
“No pain tonight?” I whispered.
His arms got tight. “Not anymore.”
I cuddled closer to his warm, hard body then I fell back to sleep.
*
Wake up call number one:
Luke, sliding the covers down my back while saying softly, “Ava Babe.”