With that hesitation, he swept his thumb against her nipple, and she made the sweetest little moan.
“Ah, your body so likes this,” Luke said against her neck before he went lower to her collarbone and then to the top of the valley that was her contained cleavage. He slid one hand out of her shirt and went about unbuttoning it. He had to get his mouth on her breasts again. Once unfastened, he popped the front clasp to her bra, freeing her heavy breasts so he could feast upon them. He held one up in his hand as he lowered his head. The instant he touched her taut nipple with his tongue, a shrill sound startled him. He ignored it and went back to her breast, but the damn noise kept repeating.
“What the fuck is that?” he murmured against her soft breast.
Allie steadied her hands on his shoulders. “It’s Ethan. I have to get that,” she stated breathlessly as she scrambled out of his lap. She reached for her phone and quickly answered it.
“Hi, Ethan,” she said, out of breath. She pulled the two halves of her shirt together to cover herself and Luke sighed. They’d be going no further tonight. “No, I’m fine … Uh, yeah. He’s right here,” Allie said and handed him the phone.
His eyebrows furrowed together as he accepted the phone from Allie. What the hell did Ethan want with him? The moment he put the phone to his ear, Allie started buttoning up her shirt.
“What’s up?”
“I need to hear from you how my wife is. She’s pretty much all smiles for me, but I see the anxiety beneath the surface …”
With a sigh, he adjusted his pants, watching Allie sneak away to her bedroom. “She doesn’t want you to worry. Allie and I have been on her like a hawk. For the most part, she is doing fine, but the unknown is eating away at her. She needs you.”
“Two games in five days couldn’t have come at a worse time.”
“She’ll be home on Friday.”
“You’re confident.”
“I am. She’s following orders. She’s very determined to get back to you.”
“I have a private jet secured for Friday to get you back. Allie has all the details.”
“Don’t worry, Ethan. Win another game. We’ve got this for you.”
Luke
Luke had never been so happy to have a plane touch asphalt. That was the flight from hell. The turbulence was the worst he’d ever experienced. Not only was he worried about hurling all over the cabin, he was worried about how this was affecting Mia. When the plane plummeted what seemed like twenty thousand feet in three seconds, he thought she had had it. She was breaking. She’d been trying to be strong, but this flight would’ve tested the most seasoned traveler.
When the pilot announced they’d be landing outside of Chicago, the three of them let out a collective sigh of relief. Allie made quick arrangements to get a limo for them. Luke took care of all the luggage while Mia beelined it to the bathroom where he hoped she was just going to the bathroom and not throwing up.
As they got in the limo, Mia’s weariness seeped from her body. “Are you sure you want to go to Indy tonight? We could stay at your place and head on back tomorrow morning after some rest. You must be exhausted …”
“No. I want to go home to Ethan,” she insisted again, though a yawn escaped her lips.
“Okay, but rest—please.”
“Fine,” she grumbled.
“Come here,” he said, bringing her close. As Mia snuggled into him, he threw his jacket over her like a blanket. Within a minute, she was asleep and her head slipped to his lap.
“Have you told Ethan about the continued bed rest?” he asked Allie. At Mia’s doctor appointment, she had been given the all-clear to return home because her blood pressure had gone way down, but the doctor had still ordered bed rest for the foreseeable future.
Allie raised her eyes and shook her head. “No, I haven’t had the chance to with all this travel. She’s going to go stir-crazy.”
“Looks like you’ll be busy. Better hire yourself an assistant!”
“I need to broach that with everyone actually. Ethan uses up most of my time, but I still have to do stuff for the band, too.”
“Speaking of Ethan,” Luke said as his phone buzzed. He slipped it out of his chest pocket and answered it. “What’s up?”
“Why has no one contacted me? How’s my wife? Where the fuck are you? I thought you