because I'd been the scared little girl who didn't want to hurt anyone - who didn't want to make a mistake. They said I'd been bringing them closer together, and this was as close as it got.
"Make me a deal," I gasped, even as his mouth sucked at the soft skin beneath my ear.
"Anything," Luke breathed, our words soft enough to be kept between us.
I grabbed at the waist of his shirt and began pulling it higher. "Don't let me change my mind."
The sound he made against my skin could only be described as a purr, then his mass leaned into me again, crushing my body against the wall for a split second. I tensed, not expecting that, but Luke just reached back to yank his shirt over his head. Throwing that to the side, he lifted his weight, but only enough to get a hand between us. Then, grabbing the front of my shirt, he pulled, stretching the neckline down, pulling my bra with it so that my breasts were exposed over the top.
"Close your eyes," he breathed, even as he sank lower.
Tilting my head back, I obeyed, but the moment his mouth found my breast, I completely forgot why. Luke was anything but gentle. His teeth brushed across the sensitive flesh of my nipple like a threat that I was playing with fire, but I already knew that. I also didn't care. So when he lifted my leg, I made no move to stop him. Yet, instead of moving it over his shoulder, he simply worked my boot free, dropping it on the floor beside us before turning his attention to my other leg.
Then his mouth moved to my other breast, and his hands slid up my legs, right beneath my skirt. When his fingers hooked on the thin strap of my panties, I reached over my head, bending my arm so I could press my hand against the wall behind me. My other hand found the back of his head without trying, following his body as he eased that small bit of lace down my legs so I could step out of them.
And my body immediately responded. There was something about knowing I had nothing on under this insanely short skirt that was both terrifying and seductive at the same time. I was sure that the guys in the other room had just seen what he'd done, and opening my eyes only proved it.
Bel sat forward in his chair to watch. Nick hadn't moved at all, yet the moment my eyes found him, he reached down to adjust himself, making it clear he was achingly hard. Beside him, Ron had leaned deep into the couch with his legs open and his hand pressing against the erection trapped in his jeans. I couldn't see Sam, except for his hand on the back of the couch that faced away from us.
"Let them look," Luke said as he stood back up.
I didn't bother to reply. Mostly because I had no idea what to say. Instead, my eyes simply jumped to his, locked on the perfect blue color that was anything but angelic. This man was beautiful, sensual, and a little bit dangerous. Everything about him made me feel empowered, as if this was sexy instead of terrifying. In truth, it was both, but the fear felt almost like a rush. The same way I felt when on a rollercoaster, just before flying over the edge of a steep drop.
Because I was doing this.
His hand landed just above my shoulder, pressing against the wall, and then he leaned into me again, stopping with his lips only a hair from mine. "Let them watch," he said again. "Let us worship you, Sia. For once in your short little life, take what you fucking want, and stop worrying about it."
I reached out and grabbed the waistband of his pants. "Ok," I agreed.
But he refused to let me pull him closer. "You can face down an entire choir of angels, but you turn timid with us?" Slowly, he shook his head. "Give me the fucking Devil," he hissed. "That's the woman I want."
I just lifted my chin. "And I prefer my men to take command in the bedroom."
Luke just shifted his body closer, refusing to let our lips touch. "Me too."
So I pulled hard this time, yanking his hips closer so I could palm his dick through his jeans with my other hand. Without looking away, Luke thrust against my grip, sucking in a