Rock Chick Revenge (Rock Chick #5)(104)

“You aren’t goin’ home,” Luke said and I had to admit (to the secret, private place buried deep down where I buried everything else) that I loved it when he talked against my mouth.

“I have to go home,” I went on, still sounding desperate, still not caring and searching for an excuse, any excuse. “I have to check my mail and water my plants.” The last part was a lie. I didn’t have any plants. The first part was a lie too. I never got any good mail.

His head came up and he grinned at me and let me tell you, the grin was good. It was unlike any grin he’d given me. It was sexy and warm and there was something about his face, something I’d never noticed before but I was too freaked out to put my finger on it.

“You can water them tomorrow,” he told me.

“Tomorrow will be too late, they’re really thirsty,” I said and lifted both my hands and pushed against his shoulders (this, per usual, had no effect but I still kept at it).

“They die, I’ll buy you new plants,” he replied.

“I don’t want new plants. I like the plants I have,” I lied again.

“Then we’ll go tonight, after I make love to you.”

I stopped pushing, my heart stopped beating, my lungs stopped working, my knees wobbled and I stared at him.

“What did you say?” I whispered.

His mouth came to mine again, he brushed his lips there and then they trailed down my cheek to my ear. I tried not to do it but this made me shiver.

“I’ll take you home tonight after I’m done with you. You can water your plants and we’ll sleep at your place.”

My heart kicked in as did my lungs, but I didn’t resume the struggle.

He didn’t repeat what I wanted him to repeat, the “make love to you” part. He’d always called it “f*cking”. He’d never called it “making love”.

Still, I was pretty certain he said it.

For my safety and for my sanity I had to try one last time.

I took my hands from his shoulders and moved my head back so it was fully pressed against the wall. His head came up when I did this and I placed my hands on either side of his neck and looked into his eyes.

“Luke,” I said softly. “Please, let me go home.”

He dropped his forehead to mine just like Ren had done.

With Luke, it was different, it was better, so much better it wasn’t funny. In fact it was so not funny it was world-tiltingly not funny. He came in so close, his nose rested along the side of mine and he took that opportunity to run his tongue along my bottom lip.

There were only two words to describe the feeling this whole maneuver gave me and those words were: Oh my.

I felt my eyelids get heavy as my knees got weak, I saw his inky eyes smile and I knew that he knew that he had me.

Damn.

“Babe, I told you I’ll take you home,” his face shifted and his mouth came to mine. “Later,” he said there, right before he kissed me.

* * * * *

Luke and I had wall sex.

I’d never had sex pressed against the wall and let me tell you wall sex was very, very good. In fact, wall sex was so good, it was my new favorite position. In fact, it was so good, I couldn’t believe that Eddie and Jet had only done it four times. They’d been together months!

After wall sex, as promised, we got dressed and Luke took me to my place.

This freaked me out since we were going to my place so I could water plants that I didn’t own. The whole way there I tried to figure out how to get out of the new mess I made for myself and decided that I was just going to have to wing it.

First, I tried to get him to leave me at the door by barring his way but, as was becoming his custom, he just leaned down and, hands at my ass, he picked me up. I should have known I wouldn’t succeed at barring him from my house, but I told myself at least I wasn’t a quitter.

As was becoming my custom, my legs went around his h*ps and my hands went to his shoulders (by the way, this was Wall Sex Position but in clothes). He stepped in, kicking the door shut behind him, ignoring my hands pressing against his shoulders. He turned and locked the door (still ignoring my pressing hands) and then walked us up my stairs.

I gave up on the shoulder press and tried another strategy.

“I have to see to my plants,” I told him. I decided I’d pretend I had plants, maybe get him to wait for me in the bedroom and hope he didn’t follow me around while I watered my non-existent plants.

“You don’t have any plants,” Luke said.

Shit, shit, shit Did he know everything?

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re annoying,” I told him when he made the turn at the top of the landing toward my bedroom.

“At least you aren’t tellin’ me you hate me anymore.”

Hell and damnation!

I forgot my own kill line.

I made a frustrated noise in the back of my throat.

Luke chuckled. Yes, he actually chuckled.

“Okay, now I hate you,” I told him, sounding bitchy.

We’d made it to the side of my bed and he let me go in a way that my soft body slid down his hard one until my feet hit the floor. This felt nice, as in, ultra nice.

“No you don’t,” he replied on a grin, his gaze scanning my face and I knew he could see I liked the body slide.

I powered passed the body slide. “If you knew I didn’t have any plants, why’d you bring me home?”