My mind whirled. Maybe he’d given up. Maybe he thought I wasn’t worth the effort.
I didn’t know what to think of that. I should have been relieved but I had to admit I was not.
You really messed things up this time, Good Ava sounded angry.
That’s okay. Ren’s taking you out to dinner on Tuesday and Theresa Bianchi said he was a GOD in bed, Bad Ava was moving on to new game.
We don’t want Ren, we want Luke. We’ve ALWAYS wanted Luke, Good Ava snapped at Bad Ava.
We’ll take what we can get. Ren Zano is hardly sloppy seconds, that man is FINE, Bad Ava informed Good Ava.
I forced my body to relax and my mind to go blank. I was drifting off to sleep when Luke tagged me around the waist, turning me to my back.
“What are you doing?” I asked, finding myself instantly alert.
He didn’t answer. He covered me with his body and before I knew it his hands were in the Triumph tee and it was up and over my head. He didn’t pull it off, he stopped it when my arms were up, the tee bunched at my elbows.
I was taking this as a sign he hadn’t given up.
Ho-ly crap!
“What are you doing?” I screeched.
He twisted his torso, nabbed something off the nightstand and came back to me. I heard a clink and realized what was happening.
“No you don’t!” I bucked, twisted, struggled against his heavy weight and tried to shove off the tee.
Luke “helped” and the tee was gone in a flash. Wordlessly, he seized my wrists, slapped a bracelet on one and then, without apparent effort and clearly with a good deal of experience working with struggling people, the other and I was cuffed to the bed.
I stilled, a tremor of fear (and excitement, I had to admit) ran through me and I glared at him in the dimly lit dark.
“Uncuff me,” I demanded.
He ignored my demand and declared, “Now, payment.”
Ho-ly shit.
Definitely not giving up. His mouth came to my neck and ran the length of it. A shiver shuddered through me.
At my ear he said, “We’ll save punishment for later. Coupla days,” he informed me conversationally before his lips moved along my jaw then to my mouth. “You gave me a fuckin’ great idea.”
Uh-oh.
I didn’t think that I would think it was a great idea.
He went on, proving me irrevocably correct. “I’m thinkin’ I’ll watch while you make yourself come.”
Oh… my… God.
Me and my bright ideas. I was such a dork!
“Get off!” I cried.
He kissed me. I bucked and twisted these being the only options for me. He didn’t budge.
I tore my mouth from his. “Seriously, Luke, this is not cool.”
His hands ran down my sides and I couldn’t help it, my body trembled because his hands on me felt nice. I knew he felt it, he had to have felt it.
Hell and damnation.
“No?” he asked, sounding satisfied.
Yep, he felt it.
“Go to hell!” I snapped.
He touched his mouth to mine then he moved lower, his mouth on my neck, my throat. Then lower, spending some time at my breasts. Then lower, at my belly. By the time his tongue traced the top edge of my panties, it was like I hadn’t had an orgasm a few hours ago; it was like I hadn’t had one in ten years.
He went lower and my legs opened immediately in invitation.
Damn it all to hell.
He kissed me over my panties. I moaned and lifted my hips, more than ready for him. His hands slid under my ass and that was it. All vows to vibrators and swearing off men were history.
This was quite simply hot. His mouth moved on me over my panties and it felt good. Even better, it felt naughty and slightly pervy not being able to touch him. I wanted to touch him, needed to put my hands to his head in encouragement, keep him there and not let him stop. Not being able to do that, having no control over the situation, was sexy as all hell.
He moved away and I made a sound of protest low in my throat. But he only moved to pull my panties down my legs. Then he was back and he hit the target immediately.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, bucking now to get closer to his mouth. I was out-of-control moaning and panting. I couldn’t help it and didn’t try.
It was better than that morning, it was better than my self-gratification that afternoon (far better), it was better than anything I’d ever had.
It was exquisite.
I was there, right there and I gasped, “Luke.”
Then his cell rang. His mouth stilled. Then his head came up.
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Not again.
“No!” I cried aloud.
He moved up and over me. “Fuck,” he muttered, sounding pissed and full of regret at the same time.
It was the regret that penetrated my pre-orgasm fog.
I stared at him. “Go back. Don’t stop,” I whispered.
He kept his body on me but reached to the nightstand.
“Luke, please,” I begged and I didn’t care what I sounded like, this was not going to happen to me again.