spoke. “I’m tired of this sainthood shit.”
Chapter 13
McKenna
My bedroom door swung shut. Luke stood in the center of the dark room with his fierce green gaze. The set of his broad shoulders and the way his fists were clamped into steel balls at his sides made him look dangerous. I should have been frightened but, somehow, I knew the only thing that I was in danger of with Luke Maverick was losing my heart to him. After the intimate moments in the dank, warm barn where he’d made me cry out in pleasure by just touching me with his strong, capable hands, I shivered now at the prospect of having him take me in his arms again.
Even in the shadows of my bedroom, I could see the determination in his finely chiseled face as he stepped around to the side of my bed. After my shower, I’d pulled on a long t-shirt, panties and socks before climbing under the plush downy quilts. It was hardly a sexy or enticing fashion statement but then I hadn’t expected the man to push into my room uninvited. He’d spoken sharply as he entered, something about giving up on sainthood or some such thing. It hadn’t made much sense to me, and my stepbrother had hardly been acting saintly around me. Devilish would have been much more accurate. Kind and almost charming one moment, and then, when I least expected it, a cold, harsh Luke would appear, leaving me confused and hurt.
I clutched the blanket beneath my chin but considering he’d had his fingers in my most intimate parts just several hours earlier my attempt at modesty seemed a bit comical. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath as he stared down at me.
“Just one word, one syllable from those lips and I’ll leave. I’ll go. But I will tell you right now, I haven’t stopped thinking about you for one fucking minute since I met you.”
“I did sort of mess up your shirt with my smoothie,” I said with a faint smile. “And then there was the matter of your suit.”
He stood like a tall, ferocious stone statue over my bed. He was waiting for me to say leave . If I’d had one ounce of decency, or common sense, or self-control I would have blurted that one syllable word. I would have told him to get out. But that list of qualities flew out of my head the second Luke stepped into my room, in all his unbelievable glory. He was strong and beautiful and he made my heart race. He was quite simply breathtaking. It was hard to know if in the end it had been my head or my heart or possibly even my pussy that had made me cave but I pushed the covers down. His gaze was hard as flint as I rose up to my knees. Teasingly, I reached down to the bottom of my t-shirt. His Adam’s apple moved up his throat as he watched me lift it up above my thighs. A low groan rolled up from his throat as I lifted the hem above my panties and belly button. For almost a week, I’d endured his rudeness and his unpredictable mood swings. I decided to go slow and make him wait.
He had a different idea.
“All fucking week,” Luke grunted as he leaned down and pushed my hand off my shirt. He grabbed the fabric and swept the shirt, none too gently, up and over my head. Aside from a barely there pair of lavender colored panties and a pair of socks with frogs on them I was completely naked. He straightened and his throat moved again with a hard swallow as his gaze drifted over my naked skin. With the intense way he looked at me, it felt as if he’d reached out and run his fingers over my body. Cool air swirled around the room but heat was coming off his hard body in waves. “I’ve been waiting for this all fucking week.” His deep voice sounded strained. He was holding back. “All damn week.” He reached down, took hold of my arms and dragged me off the bed. My feet landed on the floor. I stood between the bed and his hot, unyielding body. His shirt stretched tight across his chest and shoulders but I sensed that his muscles were drawn tight with tension. It seemed it wouldn’t take much to
Chapter 13
McKenna
My bedroom door swung shut. Luke stood in the center of the dark room with his fierce green gaze. The set of his broad shoulders and the way his fists were clamped into steel balls at his sides made him look dangerous. I should have been frightened but, somehow, I knew the only thing that I was in danger of with Luke Maverick was losing my heart to him. After the intimate moments in the dank, warm barn where he’d made me cry out in pleasure by just touching me with his strong, capable hands, I shivered now at the prospect of having him take me in his arms again.
Even in the shadows of my bedroom, I could see the determination in his finely chiseled face as he stepped around to the side of my bed. After my shower, I’d pulled on a long t-shirt, panties and socks before climbing under the plush downy quilts. It was hardly a sexy or enticing fashion statement but then I hadn’t expected the man to push into my room uninvited. He’d spoken sharply as he entered, something about giving up on sainthood or some such thing. It hadn’t made much sense to me, and my stepbrother had hardly been acting saintly around me. Devilish would have been much more accurate. Kind and almost charming one moment, and then, when I least expected it, a cold, harsh Luke would appear, leaving me confused and hurt.
I clutched the blanket beneath my chin but considering he’d had his fingers in my most intimate parts just several hours earlier my attempt at modesty seemed a bit comical. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath as he stared down at me.
“Just one word, one syllable from those lips and I’ll leave. I’ll go. But I will tell you right now, I haven’t stopped thinking about you for one fucking minute since I met you.”
“I did sort of mess up your shirt with my smoothie,” I said with a faint smile. “And then there was the matter of your suit.”
He stood like a tall, ferocious stone statue over my bed. He was waiting for me to say leave . If I’d had one ounce of decency, or common sense, or self-control I would have blurted that one syllable word. I would have told him to get out. But that list of qualities flew out of my head the second Luke stepped into my room, in all his unbelievable glory. He was strong and beautiful and he made my heart race. He was quite simply breathtaking. It was hard to know if in the end it had been my head or my heart or possibly even my pussy that had made me cave but I pushed the covers down. His gaze was hard as flint as I rose up to my knees. Teasingly, I reached down to the bottom of my t-shirt. His Adam’s apple moved up his throat as he watched me lift it up above my thighs. A low groan rolled up from his throat as I lifted the hem above my panties and belly button. For almost a week, I’d endured his rudeness and his unpredictable mood swings. I decided to go slow and make him wait.
He had a different idea.
“All fucking week,” Luke grunted as he leaned down and pushed my hand off my shirt. He grabbed the fabric and swept the shirt, none too gently, up and over my head. Aside from a barely there pair of lavender colored panties and a pair of socks with frogs on them I was completely naked. He straightened and his throat moved again with a hard swallow as his gaze drifted over my naked skin. With the intense way he looked at me, it felt as if he’d reached out and run his fingers over my body. Cool air swirled around the room but heat was coming off his hard body in waves. “I’ve been waiting for this all fucking week.” His deep voice sounded strained. He was holding back. “All damn week.” He reached down, took hold of my arms and dragged me off the bed. My feet landed on the floor. I stood between the bed and his hot, unyielding body. His shirt stretched tight across his chest and shoulders but I sensed that his muscles were drawn tight with tension. It seemed it wouldn’t take much to
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