Stealing Home(28)

“I want to take you bare. I’ll pull out, but I need to feel your body against my body right now.” When he pushed inside me a little more, my moan echoed off the tile walls.

“You forgot to get condoms again, didn’t you?” I said, once I was able to form words again.

His fingers dug into my hips. “I didn’t forget. I just don’t want to use one right now.” He sank a little deeper, his moan tangling with mine. “I’ll pull out, I promise.”

I cried in agony when he stopped moving deeper. I’d already told him I was on the shot, and we were both free and clear to have unprotected sex without fear of passing on anything unwanted. What was his big hang-up with wanting to be so careful?

“Archer,” I breathed, my legs trembling, “enough talk already.”

For one more moment, he was still, then he ground into me until I felt my ass sitting on his lap. My cry of pleasure filled the room, eclipsing the new sounds of our bodies moving against each other.

“How’s that for enough talking?” Luke grunted behind me as he took me exactly as promised. “You like that?”

My head bobbed against the tile wall, my tits slapping the wet wall every time he hammered into me.

“As damn good as this feels, I cannot wait to pull out of you and coat your body with my release.” Archer leaned over me, his arms pinning mine to the wall above my head as he continued to rut into me with quick, deep strokes. “I want to mark you as mine. Everywhere. Anywhere. Every day. Every night. I want part of me on or in some part of you every f*cking minute of every f*cking day.” He nipped at my neck, making me jolt.

My fingers curled into my palms as my release unfurled from deep within. I could feel Luke was on the cusp of his own from the way the breath hissed from his mouth, his strokes slowing in speed but becoming more urgent.

“You drive me mad, Allie. In every single way a woman can drive a man mad.” Releasing my hands, he pulled out of me right when I was on top of my orgasm. My cries of frustration didn’t go unnoticed. His fingers slipped inside me, f*cking me hard the way his dick just had been, as I heard him working himself over with his other hand. “Where do you want me?”

His fingers were bringing me close again, sending me down that never-ending spiral of pleasure. “Back there. I want to feel you all over my ass.”

As he let out a drawn-out groan, I felt the warmth of his release spray across my backside, sending me over the edge of my own orgasm.

Crying his name, I rode his fingers like I’d rode his dick, desperate for the feeling of oneness and wholeness I felt when he was buried inside me. The sensation of his orgasm, warm and sticky on my backside, made my own that much more powerful.

“Damn, Allie. Feeling that tight little body of yours strangle the shit out of my fingers is hot as hell.” He kept pumping his fingers in me, not stopping, only slowing, once my body collapsed in a spent heap between the support of his body and the shower wall.

I felt the result of our love making rolling down my thighs and ass, the warmth of the shower soothing my tired muscles.

“Allie?” Luke’s voice was soft and sweet as he slid a sheet of my wet hair from my neck so he could kiss it.

“Hmm?” was all I could respond with.

His large arm wound around my body, cradling me to him. “You can get mad at me whenever you want.”





THE SUN DIDN’T beat me up the next morning. Actually, it was rare when that happened, especially during the season, when there weren’t enough hours in the day to get the job done.

When I opened my hotel door to see about scrounging up some breakfast, I found a surprise waiting for me. Leaning into the wall directly across from my room, Luke stood with his hands stuffed in his pockets, the look on his face making it seem like he’d been expecting me right at that moment.

“Morning.” His mouth pulled into a smile when he saw me.

“Early riser too?” I said, trying to hide my surprise that Luke Archer was standing outside my hotel door at five in the morning.

“Yep. Sleep and I don’t really get along.”

“How long have you been waiting here?” I glanced up and down the hall, just to make sure no one was watching. Luke’s room was on a different floor, and he had no reason to be waiting for me outside my bedroom door . . . except for the reason we were both trying to keep secret.

“Only ten, fifteen minutes, I think.” Luke lifted his wrist to check his watch. “Or a half hour. I don’t know.”

“You’ve been waiting here that long?”

His head tipped. “There wouldn’t be any wait that was too long for you.”

It was too early in the morning for my heart to be firing like this, but keeping it steady when Luke Archer was looking at me the way he was now was impossible.

“Next time you can just knock, okay? I’ve been up for a while.”

“I didn’t want to knock,” he said, shaking his head. “If you invited me into your room, I didn’t trust that my plan for this morning would go according to plan.”

“That’s implying I would have invited you into my room”—my brow lifted at him—“and what plan for this morning?”

“I want to take you on a date.”

“A date.” From my voice, one would think that was a foreign concept to me. “It’s five o’clock in the morning.”