I tried to slide away without him noticing. He rolled and his arms came around me.
“Babe,” he said, sounding very awake.
Foiled!
I looked up at him and he had his chin dipped toward me so I looked right in his eyes.
“Hey,” I mumbled.
“Hey,” he replied.
“I need to brush my teeth.”
His arms got tighter. “Later.”
“No. Now. I can’t face the day without brushing my teeth.”
“Your day can start later,” he said, his eyes turning inky and his thigh sliding between my legs to rest at the heart of my special girl parts.
“Luke –”
His mouth came to mine his eyes still open so I kept mine open too, captivated. Then he pressed his hard boy part into my belly.
Wow.
“I’m not waitin’ to get inside you any longer, Ava, this is happening now.”
Before I could say a word, he kissed me. It became very clear he was quite intent on this happening now.
I wore the Triumph tee to bed and it was gone within seconds. Then his hands were on me, all over me, all the while his mouth on mine. It didn’t take long for me to fall into a Luke Lip Fog and fall I did, head long.
In fact, he was so serious, it didn’t take long for me to surpass his dedication to the cause to the point where I tried to shove him on his back to get more of him. He stayed firm, mouth at my neck, hand trailing down my belly, his destination clear.
I planted a foot in the bed and heaved, rolling him to his back and dislodging his hand.
“Babe…”
He thought I was going to move away. I didn’t.
Instead I straddled him, bending over to use my mouth on him. I put my lips against his neck using my tongue, my teeth, I went down his chest, running my nails through his chest hair and over his nipples while my mouth explored. I went lower to his abs then lower and stopped. I sat up astride his thighs and got my first full look of all that was Luke.
Yowza.
Nice.
So nice, he should be cast in bronze.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around him, my half-mast eyes on his inky ones, my thumb moving over the tip.
I stroked. Then I was done.
He knifed up, sliced an arm around my back, lifted me clean off him and in the air for a moment before I was on my back. He tore my panties down my legs, settled between them and that was it.
It was going to happen. I was going to do the nasty with Lucas Stark.
And I could not fucking wait.
His lips on mine, both our eyes open, his fingers went between my legs. When he touched me, I did a happy gasp against his mouth and I felt his smile.
“Dripping,” he said against my lips.
Then he kissed me, his hand went away from between my legs, both of his hands went to my hips, he positioned, lifting his head. I saw as his eyes went molten when he watched my tongue wet my lips in anticipation.
Then the buzzer went.
No! My brain shouted.
But whoever was out there was serious, they didn’t take their finger off the buzzer.
“Ignore it,” Luke muttered.
“What if it’s someone needing backup?”
“Fuck ‘em.”
Yippee!
He lifted my hips and he was right there, I could feel him and I wanted him more than my next breath. The buzzer died and I lifted my mouth to press against his and that’s when we heard the scream.
We both froze.
Then it came again.
“Ava!”
My blood turned to ice.
“That’s Sissy,” I breathed but Luke was already off me, off the bed, grabbing his cargoes.
I rolled to the side, nabbed the Triumph tee and pulled it over my head then I hopped into my panties. By the time I did this, Luke was already clothed and headed to a door at the side of the loft. I saw that he was shoving a gun in the back waistband of his pants.
“Luke,” I called as he unlocked the door my voice, I could hear, was filled with fear.
He turned to me. “Stay here. Lock yourself in. Don’t go anywhere. I don’t care what you hear.”
I ran to him, he went out the door and I watched as he went down the fire escape.
I closed the door and ran to the drawer where I found a bunch of keys in my search for cookies the night before. I grabbed a key ring full, ran back to the door and found the right key on the third go. I locked the door, tossed the keys to the bar and I ran to my suitcases and grabbed my jeans, pulling them on.
Then I didn’t know what to do.
Sissy, my bestest, best friend was out there, screaming my name.
I put my hands to my forehead, fingers sifting into my hair, I shoved the heels of my palms in and I stood solid, listening.
“Luke, get to her, please, Luke, get to her,” I whispered to no one.
Breathe, Ava, in, out, in, out, Good Ava spoke quietly in my ear.
Snap out of it, girl. Go to the bathroom, brush your teeth, get your glasses, put your bra on, be ready for anything, Bad Ava advised.