Rock Chick Revenge (Rock Chick #5)(139)

The way he said that gave me a shiver up my spine.

New subject.

“Are you hunting all night or are you coming to my place?”

“I’ll be there.”

“When?”

“Soon.”

“When’s soon?”

“Soon is soon.”

“Luke.”

“Babe.”

Silence.

Stalemate.

I broke the silence. “All righty then, just wake me up when you get home.”

“Why?”

“I want to know you’re safe.”

“You want me to f**k you.”

For goodness sake.

So he was right. He didn’t have to point it out.

“Who’s full of himself tonight?” I asked.

“Someone’s gonna be full of me tonight,” he used The Voice and its edge was smooth as velvet.

That got a belly melt.

“I’m tired,” I told him, ignoring the belly melt and The Voice. “I’m going to sleep.”

“Sweet dreams.”

I could hear the smile in his voice before I heard the disconnect.

Then I heard Tex boom, “Shee-it, Shirleen.”

I turned off the light and settled under the covers with a smile on my face.

Funnily enough, I didn’t feel scared at all of my house.

* * * * *

I felt my body roll and it wasn’t me rolling it.

Then I felt hands roaming.

“Hey,” I said sleepily as Luke’s ‘tache hit my neck, his lips coming with it.

“Babe, you want me to f**k you when I get home, it’s a good idea not to go to bed with so many clothes on,” Luke told my neck.

“It’s just a camisole and shorts.”

His hands went into the camisole, up, and then it was gone.

“It’s just shorts,” I corrected.

I felt him smile against my mouth before he kissed me.

“Was anyone here when you got here?” I asked when our lips disengaged.

“Tex, watchin’ a movie. Shirleen was crashed on the couch. They both left when I got in.”

I felt warmth spread through me and it didn’t all have to do with Luke’s hands and mouth.

“They’re good people,” I was talking to his throat at the same time I was discovering the fact that he was naked. I took advantage and ran the tips of my fingers over his tight ass.

“The best,” Luke replied then his hand came under my chin, tilted my head up and he kissed me again.

After he kissed me, I wasn’t in the mood to talk anymore.

So we didn’t.

* * * * *

My body was rolled, my torso pulled up and I opened my eyes as Luke shifted me into his lap.

He was fully dressed and either it was a gray day (not many of those in Denver) or it was early dawn. I guessed (correctly) it was early dawn.

“What’s going on?” My voice was scratchy with sleep.

“I want a kiss before I go,” Luke replied.

I squinted at him. “Where are you going?”

“Shit to do.”

I came fully awake. I did not think so.

Time to try a new tactic in order to save Luke from doing something that could land him in prison.

I cuddled into him and slid my arms around his waist. “Stay here with me,” I was working the sleepy voice, hoping it would have an effect.

His hand went up my back and into my hair, twisting it gently in his fist.

I thought I was getting somewhere but he said, “Sorry, babe.”

Shit.

“I’ll make you breakfast,” I tried again.

He shook his head.

“I do a great frittata with bacon and cheese.”

He gave me a sexy half-grin but kept shaking his head.

“Pancakes?”

More shaking of his head.

“Waffles?” I kept going.

Now it was his body shaking, with laughter.

Crap.

Crapity, crap, crap, crap.

Time to pull out all the stops.

I pressed close and put my lips to his neck, ran them up the side until my mouth was at his ear. “I’ll do my punishment,” I whispered and his body went still.

Now I knew I was getting somewhere.

I pulled his tee out of his cargos, slid my hands inside and up the muscles on his back. My mouth moved around, lips on his jaw until they were against his. Our eyes caught, we were ultra close and I saw his were ink.

Yep, definitely getting somewhere.

“You can watch,” I said low, my heart beating fast, half hoping he would say no, half excited about the possibility that he would say yes.

“Fuck,” he muttered and I was pretty certain I had him.

That’s why I smiled.

He saw the smile, his eyes went molten and he repositioned me so I was straddling him.

I sucked in breath, thinking he was taking me up on my offer and not wanting to touch myself while straddling his lap. At the same time I was pretty f**king turned on about the idea of touching myself while straddling his lap.

One of his hands cupped my ass, the other one stayed in my hair and tilted my head down to his.

“Babe,” he said.

“Yeah?” I breathed.

“You scared?” he asked softly.