His Lover to Protect - Katee Robert Page 0,39

in his haste to get her naked. She laughed, and he was surprised to find himself joining in. As intense as shit was between them, this light moment almost meant more to him than the rest of it.

Then she was naked and in his arms and he stopped worrying about anything but getting her to scream his name.

Chapter Thirteen

Luke guided Alexis onto the bed. She couldn’t stop another giggle from slipping free when they bounced on the mattress. Another new experience. She was racking up plenty of them when it came to him. In all the time she’d been intimate with Eric, it couldn’t compare with the sheer desire she felt when Luke touched her.

And now there was an element of fun that she hadn’t expected.

He kissed her, his weight settling between her legs as his tongue twined with hers. Considering how desperate he’d sounded when she was on her knees in front of him, he seemed totally content to take his time now, exploring her mouth as if memorizing the contours of it. She ran her hands up his back, trying to arch against him, but there wasn’t enough leverage to get him where she needed him.

She broke away long enough to gasp. “Please, Luke.”

“Please what?” He dragged his teeth down her neck as he hooked one knee, pushing it up and out so his hard length rubbed right down her center. Another inch lower, and he’d be notched at her entrance, but he didn’t push that far. Instead, he sealed their bodies again, stroking the underside of his cock against her clit, the delicious friction making her moan.

It wasn’t enough. “More.”

His tongue swiped down the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck. “Tell me what you need.” The rough edge of his voice made her shiver the same way his calloused fingers did as he skated them down her thigh to cup her ass. “Who you need.”

She laced her fingers in his hair and pulled him back into a kiss, but he didn’t give her the opportunity to sink into it. He pulled back, keeping his mouth just out of reach, his body pinning her so she couldn’t quite make that contact she needed. “Please.”

“Tell me who makes you feel like this.” He nipped her bottom lip, retreating before she was satisfied. “The only one who makes you feel like this.”

There was only one right answer, and the terrifying part was it wasn’t a lie. She’d never felt anything that could hold a candle to what Luke did to her. She loved every second of it, the way he met her challenges and took it to the next level. This wasn’t a man who feared a strong woman. A broken woman.

And… She was finally starting to feel more strong than broken for the first time in her life.

Luke’s fingers dug into her ass, just this side of painful. “Who?”

“You.” She sobbed the word out, rolling her hips even though she knew it was useless. He wouldn’t be inside her until he was damn well good and ready. The waiting only made her want him more. When he didn’t move, apparently willing to wait her out, she hissed out another breath. “You, Luke. You’re the only one who makes me feel like this.”

“Don’t you dare forget it, darlin’.”

Now, finally, he took her mouth again as he shifted, reaching over the bed for their packs. Anticipation curled through her, heightening the desire sparking in every place they touched. The rough skin of his scar scraped against her thigh as she hooked her free leg around his waist, that little movement sliding him against her clit and nearly enough to send her over the edge.

He knew what she was doing, the ass. Luke chuckled against her mouth. “Not yet.” He pulled away enough to reach between them to roll on the condom, and then he was back, pressing against her entrance.

She expected him to shove home, the way he’d done up to this point. She needed him to do that.

But he worked his way into her in short, controlled thrusts, until she whimpered and strained against his hold, needing him deeper, needing him to push her over the edge of the pressure already building beneath her skin. Nothing she did helped, though.

When he was finally sheathed completely inside her, he went still. “Christ, you feel good.”

“More.” She clutched his shoulders, moaning when he propped himself on his elbows and shifted inside her. It wasn’t enough. “I need you, Luke. Deep,