Love, Chocolate, and Beer (Cactus Creek #1)(60)

“Dani,” he rumbled tenderly, “I won’t let you keep insulting this amazing gift you’ve given me.” With no more warning than that, Luke brought his lips down on hers, swallowing her gasp as he tugged her into a long, hot kiss that left them both breathless.

“But it is. It’s just a—“

His eyes gleamed like hot coals before he raided her mouth again.

“—Valentine,” she substituted weakly, trembling by the time he lifted his lips from hers.

“One that speaks volumes,” he pointed out with rough male satisfaction.

She raised an eyebrow at his possessive tone and swept an investigative glance down south to the now very snug fit of his jeans. A slow, enticing smile lit her face. “This is not that big a deal,” she argued, her eyes glittering in a silent dare. “It’s barely a gift.”

Looking both amused and turned on, he lunged forward and caught her around the waist, lifting her onto her desk for another drugging kiss. Before he could go for an extra dose of word exorcising, however, he stopped and looked around. Cursing silently, he then pulled back.

At least he tried to.

It was clear the rocking of her hips against his was severely hampering his progress.

“Jesus. Why are you forever arguing with me?”

“It’s like foreplay,” she admitted, pressing her lips to his neck, trying to drive him wild with tongue and teeth, suction and heat. “Know what comes after foreplay?”

Luke groaned and quickly backed away. “Honey, try to remember we’re in your office,” he reasoned, in a voice that said he was seconds away from forgetting it himself.

Dani closed in on him, tracking him as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. “There are only a few people left here and they’re all up on the roof. The walls are plaster, the door solid oak,” she replied, her voice thick, eyes hooded. “Soundproof.”

“You’re not thinking clearly, babe. It’s the adrenaline—don’t growl at me. I’m trying to be noble here, dammit. We can argue again later and have hot make-up sex. At home,” he negotiated, looking very much like a man barely holding onto his resolve.

Slowly, she undid her jeans. “It wasn’t the arguing; it was watching you open the”—her eyebrows pitched up in playful defiance—“silly gift.” She grinned when he almost reacted. Then she grew serious. “That was the first time I felt...” Her voice went soft and she shrugged helplessly. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m feeling. All I know is that I want you.” Stone-washed denim and a tiny scrap of lacy cotton puddled at her feet. “Right here, right now.”

Pure, explosive desire flooded his face. He hauled her up against him, his hands and mouth roaming every square inch of her body. As if he couldn’t taste enough, touch enough.

Eyes fixed on hers, he walked backward toward the couch, shedding his clothes as he did in that masculine tug-and-throw method that was so damn sexy to watch.

Dani stalked him the entire way, starving eyes drinking in his every step.

She all but pounced on him when she saw the condom.

“So, right here, right now, huh?” he repeated her words back to her in a smoky growl, catching her hips to keep her standing before him even as he settled back against the cushions. “Because you feel the same way about me as I do about you?” Leaning forward, he trailed a path of soft kisses across the sensitive curves of her belly.

He was trying to torture the answer out of her...and it was starting to work. “We covered that already,” she replied evasively when she could catch her breath. “I said I did, didn’t I?” She broke through his hold and began lowering herself atop him.

“No you didn’t.” He halted her descent at the very last second. “You didn’t say it.”

“It was implied,” she sliced out jaggedly.

“Not good enough,” he grated through his teeth, his ill-timed stubbornness showing no quarter as he held her firmly in midair. “Even if you’re not ready to tell me you love me, at least admit you’re falling for me, Dani.”

Her eyes widened. Completely without defenses, she looked at him, straight into his heart, his soul. The same way he was looking at her. When he shifted, kissing hot flesh to even hotter flesh, she snapped. “Fine! I admit it. Happy?! I’m falling so hard for you that—”

Air hissed through her teeth when his hands clenched and drove her down onto him.

Swiftly, he flipped her onto her back and gripped the back of the couch, knuckles strained white. “I’m falling hard for you too,” he rasped roughly before surging into her with a force that stole her breath. Eyes locked on hers, he moved with arduously bridled thrusts. Achingly slow.

Somehow that made it hotter, better than ever.

Soon, she was clutching his shoulders as shivers of electricity shot down her core and blinding pleasure built to a crest. Her body arched as the unexpected release charged through her, whipping all around, throwing her into a vortex of twisting pleasure she’d never before felt. It swept through her, scattering her, jolting her again and again. She was mindless, boneless by the time every last bit of pleasure pulsed through her and bliss pulled her under.

Never had she come that hard in her life.

“God, I’ll never get tired of seeing that,” whispered Luke against her skin.