His Lover to Protect - Katee Robert Page 0,11

sure she would have had the strength to tell him to wait until they got back to his room—and even now she wasn’t sure if she’d have cared if he’d taken her right there in the street. Dorothy, we are not in Kansas anymore.

Luke was obviously still waiting for an answer, so she nodded. “I remember.”

“Tell me.”

He was going to make her say it? It was one thing to listen to it from a man who made her blood heat—it was entirely another to speak it herself. She shifted, trying to pull her ankle out of his grip. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.”

“Changing the subject won’t distract me, darlin’.” He gave another tug, bringing her to the end of the bed. “What am I going to do to you?”

She swallowed hard, acutely aware that she was nearly naked and he was still fully clothed and watching her as if he would drink her down. She’d never talked dirty before, but this entire trip was about new experiences and taking life by the horns. She could do this. All she had to do was open her mouth and speak. “You said…”

He waited, his thumb tracing maddening circles on her ankle. God, he really wasn’t going to give an inch. Alexis cleared her throat. “You said you would strip me down, sit me on your lap, and drive me crazy…” Her gaze landed on the dresser across from the bed. Sure enough, it had a giant mirror on top of it. Oh wow. “Where I could see exactly who was touching me.” She could already picture how it would look, his big hands on her body, spreading her and stoking her desire and driving her out of her mind. Hell, he had her halfway there and he had barely touched her yet.

Maybe there was something to be said for this dirty talking stuff.

Luke’s eyes seemed to darken. “And afterward I’m going to press you against that window and fuck you from behind where anyone who looks up can see you.”

She whipped around so fast, she almost fell off the bed. As distracted as she was, she hadn’t noticed the floor-to-ceiling windows taking up the wall opposite the door. Heat spread through her body at the thought of him pressing her against that window. She’d never thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but she was leaving Cork tomorrow, so it wasn’t as if she’d run into someone who’d see the peep show.

Or the man who planned to put her on display.

The thought sent a pang through her, which she promptly ignored. Luke was hot as hell, but he and she could barely sit next to each other for two minutes without making painfully snarky comments. This wasn’t meant to last more than a night. This wasn’t even about him, not really. This was about her taking back control of her life. Though if she only had tonight, she sure as hell intended to make it count. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes. I want that.”

“Darlin’, I wasn’t asking your permission.” He went to his knees in front of her and used his hands to spread her legs wider. “You’re going to love every single thing I do to you tonight.”

“And if I don’t?” Not that she doubted him, but she didn’t exactly have a stellar track record when it came to being intimate. Her ex-fiancé, Eric, had called her boring and bemoaned the loss of the woman he’d had before her. Just another way she’d been a disappointment.

She couldn’t stand the thought of seeing that same look in Luke’s eyes, even if she was pretty sure she didn’t actually like him. Once again, the Old Alexis tried to wrestle back into control. What am I doing here with this man I barely know? This could be a horrible mistake. He’s going to be disappointed in me, just like everyone else I come into contact with.

“Open your eyes, darlin’.”

Alexis hadn’t realized she’d closed them to begin with. She hesitated to obey, fearing what she might see on his face, but there was no denying the command in his voice. Feeling a whole lot like she was about to face the firing squad, she opened her eyes.

He frowned. “Whatever is going through your head right now, let it go.”

Let it go? If she knew how to do that, she never would have needed this trip to begin with. “Easier said than done.”

This was it. This was where he’d shake his head and stand up, or maybe go pleasure himself