I didn’t know it but when I came, I gasped Luke’s name and, shortly after, I smiled.
And he watched the whole thing.
* * * * *
Luke rolled to his side, taking me with him, still inside me, his hand behind my knee to keep my leg wrapped around his hip.
I’d just done the nasty with Lucas Stark.
I’d played the scenario in my head dozens of times, hundreds of times and never, not once, was it as good as what just happened.
Shit.
I was so screwed.
Luke gently slid out of me, tugged at the bottom of the comforter and pulled it over my body. Then he rolled over on his back, bucked his h*ps pulling up his cargoes. Then he moved away and I watched as he silently sat at the edge of the bed. He put his elbows to his knees, forehead in the heels of his hands in a masculine position of defeated reflection.
I stared and felt my throat close as if in slow motion.
Of course. Fatty, Fatty Four-Eyes Ava Barlow had just done the nasty with ultra hot, tough guy, macho man Lucas Stark which meant Lucas Stark just gave the business to Fatty, Fatty Four-Eyes.
He must be mortified.
I rolled taking the comforter with me. All I could think of was escape. I had to get out of there, get away from him. Wyoming wasn’t far enough. I had to buy myself onto one of those spaceships that they let rich people take a ride on and never, ever come back to earth.
I neared the end of the bed, I was still wearing my pointy-toed, pencil-heeled sling backs and they kept catching on the covers hampering my movement. I was just about to crawl over the footboard when he tagged me with an arm around my waist and I landed on my back. He pinned one side of my body with his and looked at my face. I saw, somewhat surprised, that his eyes were still ink.
“Where you goin’?” he asked, voice soft, slightly husky and very sexy.
“I’m going to spend the night with Sissy and her Dad,” I told him voice quiet, slightly husky and very scared.
I watched in total shock as he gave me a sexy half-grin then touched my mouth with his. His mouth moved away but his face didn’t and he kept looking in my eyes.
“You missed it again, babe,” he said in his gentle, affectionate voice.
“What?” I whispered, transfixed by his inky eyes and caught up in The Voice.
He lifted his head a bit and shook it, his hand came up and he sifted his fingers through my hair at my temple. He watched his hand’s movement then his eyes came back to mine.
“I’m not gonna clue you in this time, Ava. This time, you’re gonna have to figure it out for yourself. One thing I’m gonna tell you is that you’re not goin’ anywhere.”
The way he said it, I knew he didn’t just mean tonight.
Guess he wasn’t mortified by giving the business to Fatty, Fatty Four-Eyes.
Seriously, I was screwed.
Chapter Fifteen
Together in A Way You Can’t Deny
In the dead of the night, Luke tugged me over the top of him to his other side. I started to settle into him face-to-face but, with pressure at my hip, he rolled me so my back was to him and he leaned in so we were bent at the waist.
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t mind this new position, it was nice.
And anyway, I was tired.
I started to fall asleep again when his arms wrapped around me; one of his hands went north and one went south.