I stand. “True, I wouldn’t.”
I grab my ball and move to the lane. We’ve managed to get through nearly a whole game without him putting his hands on me, but as I hold up my ball, ready to take my go, his body moves behind me and his left arm slides around my waist.
“You’ve been practicing,” he murmurs against my ear.
Goosebumps kiss my skin.
I’m fairly sure my legs are going to give way.
I’m going to collapse right here in front of Luke, holding this big-ass ball.
It’ll probably fall on my foot and break it.
I’ll probably twist my ankle.
I’ll have to fly home with crutches.
“Callie,” he says against my ear. “Stop thinking.”
“Well, stop talking and stop being so damn sexy because you scramble my brain so much that I can’t think straight, which makes me have to try and think harder an—”
He spins me around to face him, and his lips crash down onto mine.
My legs sway.
His arms tighten around me, holding me up.
His tongue sweeps over mine as he pushes for more from me. But there’s no more to give because I’ve given this man every piece of me I can. I’m completely his.
This kiss steals my breath.
Again.
When he ends it, I cling to him as I stare into his beautiful eyes. “I have been practicing,” I say softly.
His eyes crinkle as he smiles. “I can tell.”
I let him go. “I couldn’t let you beat me the next time we played.” My heart doesn’t let up—it keeps beating fast.
So many crinkles frame his eyes. “So you don’t need my help?”
He has no idea.
I always want his help.
“I never say no to help.”
“Really? The Callie I know likes to fight me when I try to help.”
“And the Luke I know doesn’t listen. His DNA prevents that.”
Heat flashes in his eyes. “Turn around, baby. Time to play.”
I’ve not even fully turned when his left arm circles my waist again. His other hand slides over my ass, and he says, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“Are you going to help or are you just going to grope my ass?”
“Groping you sounds like the best plan going forward. Just make sure you slow down your play so I can spend longer on it.”
“God, Luke, are you trying to kill me?”
His lips meet my ear. “Is it working?”
“I’m pretty sure there’s no good answer to that. Either way, you’ll just keep going.”
He chuckles. “You know me so well.” His hand snakes around my waist so he can grip my hip and tilt me back, so his erection grinds against me.
I take my go, not caring when the ball ends up in the gutter. Turning in his embrace, I loop my arms around his neck. I angle my face up to kiss him again. I’m done for. I need his lips as much as I need air.
He ends the kiss and stares down into my eyes. “I’m taking you back to my room now. And I’m going to do what I should have done when you told me you were leaving.”
I bite my lip. “What?”
He bends his face to my ear and growls. “I’m going to fuck some sense into you.”
47
Luke
Callie stumbles as she takes the last step towards the elevator. I catch her around the waist and steady her while I jab at the elevator button.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. She sounds distracted. Hell, that makes two of us.
I stand behind her while we wait, and run my hand over her stomach. She’s wearing a short red dress that hits her midthigh and dips low in the front, revealing enough cleavage to drive any man wild. This dress isn’t going to cover her body for much longer.
The hotel isn’t busy today, so we’re the only ones waiting for the elevator. It takes its time, so I bend to her ear. “I want those panties off before we hit my floor.”
She inhales sharply.
The elevator doors open and she steps inside. No one gets in with us, and I guide her to the back corner after I hit the button for the doors to close.
Once they shut, I growl, “Panties. In my hands.”
Her eyes flare with lust, and she scrambles to do what I’ve said. I take them and inhale her scent before shoving them in my jeans pocket.
Need slams through me, straight to my already hard dick. Unable to control myself, I push her up against the back wall and grind myself against her while running a hand up her leg and under that sexy-as-fuck dress. When I hit her pussy, I glide a finger through her wetness.
“Fuck,” I hiss and move my hands to her ass so I can lift her.
Her legs and arms wrap around me, and she clings while I kiss her. My mouth has a mind of its own and it’s pushing for something I’m not sure I even understand.
I lose myself in the kiss. It’s not until she ends it and stares at me breathless, eyes wild, chest pumping hard, that I realise I got a little rough and hard there. Fuck, even my hands in her hair are gripping her a little too hard.
“You okay?” I’m trying to catch my breath, too.
She nods. “You?”
“Yeah.” I stare at her. “This is going to be rough. Fast.”