Rock Chick Revenge (Rock Chick #5)(172)

I came unstuck from my Luke-Looking-Good Fog and ran to the dining room table.

“I grabbed the wrong bag,” I started sorting through bags then asked Luke, “Can you grab my perfume?”

He didn’t grab my perfume. Instead, I felt his heat at my back, he leaned forward and I had no choice but to lean with him. He did an arm swipe, the bags went flying and I felt his hand pressing in the middle of my back.

“Luke,” I said, my eyes on the bags on the floor, my voice stunned.

Then he pushed me down toward the table as the thumb of his other hand hooked into my panties, yanking them down to just below my hips.

Oh wow.

My special girlie parts quivered.

“Luke!” I gasped.

He didn’t answer. He kept me pressed to the table even though I tried to come up. His hand was moving at my bottom, I heard his belt clink, his zipper, then without warning, he slid inside me.

I stopped trying to rise and my arms, of their own volition, slid straight out in front of me, palms flat against the table, my bottom pushing into Luke’s hips.

“Luke.” It came out a lot different this time, his hand left my back and both went to my hips, holding me still as he moved.

My breath started coming heavy.

Like everything with Luke, this was hot.

I moved with him, made happy noises low in my throat then he slid out, swept my panties down to my ankles, twisted me around and lifted me onto the table. He pulled the panties, which were tangled at my shoes, free, tossed them aside and moved between my legs, lifted my h*ps and slid inside me again, bending his torso over mine.

I lifted my head, one of his hands stayed at my hip while he slammed into me, the fingers of his other hand slid into my hair and he kissed me, long, deep, wet and lots of tongue.

“We’re going to be late,” I panted when his mouth disengaged.

“Don’t f**kin’ care,” he said back, his voice rough.

My hands came up, one curled around his neck, the other went to his jaw, my thumb trailing his ‘tache while my hooded eyes stayed locked on his mouth.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured as my thumb moved to trace his bottom lip.

“I could live my life, you inside me,” I whispered back.

He stopped stroking and ground in deep. Shivers slid through me and I licked my lips. His eyes went molten and he kissed me again.

Mouth against mine, he admitted, “Got no control when it comes to you.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I was getting close, my voice hitched in the middle of the sentence and I was losing focus.

He didn’t answer my question, instead, eyes on mine, he muttered, “Give it to me, babe.”

“What?” I asked but I didn’t wait for his answer, it hit me, it was magnificent, I felt it rush through me as I said his name softly and smiled.

“That’s just the way I like it,” Luke whispered against my smiling mouth while I came.

Then his lips pressed hard against mine, he drove into me one last time and he groaned into my mouth.

* * * * *

“I knew that was the dress for you girlie,” Tod told me. “Your man is over there looking at you like he’s spent the last year at a males-only monastery in the depths of a mountain range, inaccessible by cars and a treacherous, death-defying two week walk from civilization.”

I looked at Luke and Tod was right, he was looking at me. However, Tod was wrong, Luke wasn’t looking like he wanted me, he was looking like he had already had me and he liked what I gave him.

My knees wobbled.

“We did it on the dining room table before we got here,” I told Tod.

“Mm-hmm. Like I said, the dress,” Tod replied.

My dress was pretty, though it was not me but Stevie convinced me I could make it work. It was girlie, floaty and lavender. It had twisted material to make straps, it showed lots of chest but not lots of cle**age, the bodice was cut on a slant, a wispy tear of material falling from it. It fit close and fell on a floaty slant at the hem, exposing one knee and a lot of leg on one side. The back was low, just above my bra strap. It was demure on the face of it but the way it clung and moved was seductive as all hell.

“I hadn’t even gotten my dress on yet. I was still in my undies,” I shared.

Tod turned to me, mouth open then he looked back at Luke. “Swear to God, these boys should be locked up. It isn’t safe, men with that much testosterone coursing through their blood free to roam.”

Daisy came storming up to us. She was wearing an ice blue, body-hugging, strapless dress, the bodice held up by what could only be a miracle.

“Where are they?” she snapped.

“How should I know?” Tod asked.

“Did you call Indy?” Daisy shot back.

“No, I don’t want to disturb her,” Tod told her.

“Why not?” Daisy’s voice was rising. “The hors d’oeuvres are getting cold and I talked Tex into wearing a suit and I think he’s beginning to get cranky.”

Our eyes swung to Tex and it did appear he was getting cranky. We knew this because cranky energy was emanating from him and he was fiddling with the tie knotted at his throat.

“I didn’t call her because this is a wedding, Daisy. I didn’t want to interrupt,” Tod explained.

“I cannot believe we weren’t invited,” Daisy groused.