Luke (Armed and Dangerous Book 2) (11 page)

“Welcome home, Trinity MacKenna,” he murmured.

Luke.

Trinity would recognize that deep, sensual drawl anywhere.

Omigod.

Heated embarrassment prickled her skin. She wanted to die from humiliation at being caught masturbating—by the very man she’d been fantasizing about. And darn it if her brain and mouth hadn’t taken another vacation.

Her cheeks burning as hot as the heat lamps, she slid farther beneath the water so that her breasts were hidden by the bubbles and crossed her arms over her chest for good measure.

“I—I—” She couldn’t find any words that made sense. She needed to tell him to back off, to get out and let her get herself covered and decent. She needed to say something, didn’t she? Anything?

“Who were you fantasizing about, sugar?” His eyes were shadowed by his hat and his voice was rough. “The man who hasn’t had the sense to claim you by now?”

Trinity didn’t know what to say, then what came out was, “I broke up with him. My boyfriend.”

Damn.

I have totally lost my ever-lowin’ mind.

The rough, aroused look on Luke’s face seemed to catch fire, burning her deep inside, and convincing her yes, yes, she was crazy, completely and totally.

Trinity slid farther into the water.

“Uh-uh.” Luke crouched down beside the hot tub and pushed his Stetson up with one finger. She could clearly see his roguish blue eyes in the waning evening light. “Keep going, sugar.”

“What—” She swallowed, her throat incredibly dry. “Ah, what are you doing here, Luke? How did you find me?”

“Later.” He reached out his hand and ran his thumb along her lower lip, causing more warmth to spread throughout her—but this time it was from arousal. “Right now you’re gonna touch yourself, just like you were doing when I walked in here.”

Trinity sucked in her breath. “You want me to... in front of you?”

“Oh, yeah.” His sensual smile and the way his finger moved on her skin almost made her climax on the spot. “I want you to touch yourself while I watch. But first you’re going to move up a little higher to give me a better view.”

Face burning impossibly hotter, she shook her head, pulling away from him. “I—I can’t, um, do it in front of you.”

“You can.” Luke caught her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. “And you will.”

Trinity trembled, yet managed to ask, “And if I don’t?”

His eyes glittered with dark sensuality. “I’ll pull you out of that hot tub, lay you across my knee, and spank your naked, sexy ass.”

Oh. My. God.

At the visualization of him doing just that, Trinity’s eyes nearly crossed, her whole body aching with a wild urgency. The need to have Luke inside her, and to have him now exploded through her like a storm.

But she couldn’t have sex with this man, this cowboy—although for the life of her, she wasn’t able to remember why not.

Like, she didn’t even know the man?

What was that again?

His fingers slid in a slow and sensuous movement from her chin along her jaw line. “Now what’ll it be?”

She was almost tempted to let him spank her—the thought was strangely erotic.

Trembling with nervousness and desire, Trinity eased up until she was sitting on the redwood decking, her feet still in the frothing waters of the hot tub. Her nipples chilled as hard as gold nuggets, and goose bumps roughened her flesh. She quickly warmed from the heaters at her back, but it was mostly Luke’s touch that set her on fire as his fingertips skated from her lips and down her neck to the hollow of her throat where he lightly caressed the soft skin.

The night smelled of desert air and of Luke’s masculine scent and his spicy aftershave, and her senses whirled. Her blood thrummed even harder in her veins, the sound loud enough to nearly drown out the pulsing of the hot tub.

She held her breath as he moved his hand along her collarbone, and over the gentle rise of her breast. “Spread your legs,” he said in that drawl that made her throb.

Trinity widened her thighs, her feet dangling in the churning waters, while keeping her gaze focused on Luke. It was as if she had no choice but to do as he commanded. No will of her own. Or was it that his will was the same as hers? What she really wanted.

“Sweet.” Luke settled on one knee as he cupped her breast with his large hand, his powerful T-shirt-clad chest brushing against her arm. “Touch yourself.”

Shivers raced through her as she braced herself with one palm behind her on the decking, and slipped the fingers of her other hand through the soft curls of her mound and into the slick heat of her wet folds.

“Yeah, that’s it.” His voice rumbled as he caressed her nipple with his thumb.

She trembled, so close to exploding like a bunch of firecrackers on Independence Day. Just a little more—

“Stop.” At his command her fingers came to a halt and she wanted to scream. “Not just yet.” He moved his hand to her other breast. “Slide two fingers into yourself and hold them there.”

Oh, God, this man was going to kill her.

Trinity’s whole body vibrated as she obeyed and pressed her knuckles against her folds. The feelings were so intense it was as if Luke’s fingers were inside her.

With his free hand, he took off his Stetson and tossed it onto a deck chair. “Arch your back so that I can get a real good look at your breasts.”

Two fingers still deep inside herself, Trinity obeyed. Her nipples had hardened to such sensitive nubs that the lightest brush of his fingers sent lightning bolts of sensation through her. “Luke, I can’t take any more.”

“We’ve just gotten started.” His hand moved away from her breasts and he stood in a quick, fluid movement. She lifted her chin to watch him as he jerked his T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the deck chair beside his hat.

Dang, but that man had a fine chest. Chiseled muscles that made her want to run her fingers over every sculpted contour down to his flat, hard, six-pack abs. Thick veins ran along his bulging biceps to his large hands, hands that she wanted all over her. She’d never seen a man so up close and personal with such a fine body.

His hands moved to his Western buckle, and in no time he’d unfastened it and set the belt aside, then toed off his boots and peeled off his socks.

Oh jeez. Oh cripes. He was going to get completely naked.

Hurry, darn it.

As if he’d heard her thoughts, Luke smiled and unfastened his jeans and slid them down over his hips. His thick, luscious cock sprang out at full attention as he pushed his jeans past his heavily muscled thighs.

Wow, wow, wow.
His cock was even bigger than she’d thought when she’d felt it pressed against her at the Christmas party. Dang but that would feel good.

A sense of light-headedness swept over Trinity and she realized she was holding her breath. She gulped in the fresh evening air, her heart beating faster and faster as Luke slid out of his jeans and briefs. She watched the ripple and play of his muscles while he strode toward her and stepped into the hot tub.

When he was waist-deep in the water, he moved between her thighs, pressing her knees apart, and braced his hands on the decking at either side of her hips. He pushed his cock against her hand, forcing her own fingers deeper.

She couldn’t. She could. She wanted. She shouldn’t.

“We don’t have protection,” she finally whispered.

“I can satisfy you in more ways than you can imagine.” He leaned forward and nuzzled her ear, and then ran his hot tongue along the row of earrings. “Now,” he murmured, “back to where we left off.”

That’s all the man had to do—talk in that deep, sensual drawl, and she’d do just about anything for him.

Anything at all.

“Stroke yourself.” He lowered his head and nuzzled her breast, his warm breath fanning across her nipple as he spoke. “Nice ’n slow.”

She slid her fingers out of her core, slick with her juices, and stroked her tight nub. Luke flicked his tongue over her nipple and Trinity arched her back toward him, needing him to take her deeper into his mouth.

He moved to her other nipple and scraped his stubble over the sensitive flesh. “While you’re fingering yourself,” he murmured, “imagine that I’m sliding into you.”

Trinity’s breathing came quick and uneven. As her finger rubbed faster, her eyelids drifted shut. She was a trigger-pull away from climaxing.

“Look at me,” he demanded and her eyes popped open. He smiled, and with one hand he caught the back of her head and brought her toward him. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out her hair clip, allowing her hair to tumble down around her shoulders and to slide below her shoulder blades like a sensual caress.

The clip clattered on the decking as Luke cupped the back of her head. Her fingers continued to stroke her sensitive center as he brought his mouth above hers. She tasted his warm breath upon her lips, bringing back a rush of memories of that incredible first kiss from the night at Nevaeh’s.

“When I take you, sugar,” he said, his gaze locked with hers, “you’re gonna watch me slide into you. You’re gonna watch me possess you. I’ll fuck you so deep you’ll feel it in your throat.”

His words magnified Trinity’s arousal. She gasped and started to cry out as her orgasm began to ripple through her. But Luke brought his mouth down hard and kissed her with such savage intensity that her orgasm multiplied. Her hips rocked against her hand, his cock rubbing her knuckles as he pressed himself to her. Trinity’s world and thoughts spun as he devoured her in a kiss she never wanted to end.

When she finally stopped convulsing, he broke away. Trinity could only stare at him, tasting him on her tongue, her face burning from the scrape of his stubble, her fingers still lodged between her thighs.

He took her hand, slipping her fingers into her folds and then out, and brought it to his face. He breathed deep, and a pained expression crossed his rugged features. “I’ve got to sample you,” he said and then slid her fingers into his mouth, licking her juices from them with sensual swirls of his tongue.

Oh my God,
was all Trinity could think.
Oh, my God.

Luke’s cock strained toward Trinity, dying to get inside her slick heat. Her unique flavor only made him want her more, and he gritted his teeth to hold himself in check. He wanted to take her right out here in the hot tub and drive into her till she couldn’t walk for a month of Sundays.

The way she was looking at him, her jade eyes an even darker green, her skin flushed from her orgasm, and her body trembling with desire... he had no doubt she’d let him in.

If this was any woman but Trinity MacKenna, he’d slide into her now and make her moan.

But Trinity was different. He’d known it from the first time he’d seen her photo in the MacKenna living room. And when he’d met her, even when he hadn’t recognized her by her appearance, he’d known this was one special woman.

Luke had no doubt in his mind that he’d have her—he just had to make sure that she was ready, and there wouldn’t be a single regret when he made her his.

Only his.

But for now, he had to taste her—thoroughly.

Kneeling on the hot tub’s underwater bench, he placed his palms on the inside of her pale thighs and pressed.

“Luke.” His name was a gasp on her lips as she slid her hands into his hair.

He breathed deeply of her scent as he nuzzled the soft curls of her mound. “Damn you smell good,” he said, then trailed his tongue over the fine hair to the sensitive skin between her sex and her ass.

She clung to him as he held her thighs tightly in his hands. He licked the inside of each of her thighs then gave the soft flesh gentle bites.

He was feeling anything but gentle. It was all he could do to continue his slow seduction. A sexy woman like Trinity would enjoy some hard and fast loving, but Luke wanted to give her more than that—and take more, too. In fact, he wanted her heart, because he aimed to keep her.

The thought surprised him, yet at the same time he didn’t question it.

Trinity’s soft moans became louder and more urgent as Luke worked his way back to her drenched folds. Her fingers clenched tighter in his hair as he dipped his tongue into her, tasting her full potency.

Her thighs trembled as he flicked his tongue over her center, and then pulled away. “Not yet,” he said against her flesh, and then thrust his tongue into her hot core.

That purring sound rose up from Trinity as he licked and sucked. Her taste and smell, the feel of her body beneath his hands, all made his cock so hard he could probably bench-press with it. All he’d have to do was rise up and plunge into her heat. He could more than imagine how it would feel to be buried inside her.

His rampant thoughts added fuel to the intensity of his desire for Trinity. He plunged two fingers inside her, and as she cried out he nipped at her swollen heat.

She screamed. Her body rocked, and she gripped his hair like she was busting a bronco. He pressed his face even harder against her, licking and sucking her as she bucked, coming again and yet again.

“I want you to stand with your back to me now,” Luke said while she was still trembling with her orgasm.

Trinity audibly caught her breath. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Sure you can, sugar. I’ve got to see that beautiful ass of yours.” He could barely keep his hands off her as she turned and stood on the underwater bench, facing away from him, her ass well out of the water. “That’s real nice,” he murmured as he cupped her smooth cheeks with his palms. “Brace your hands on the decking.”

His hands spread her ass cheeks apart so that he could see her puckered anus, and he could just imagine sliding into that tight rear hole. He slipped his fingers through her slick juices and smoothed them back.

“Oh... my…” Trinity’s voice wavered as he circled her anus, and then she gasped as he slid the tip of his middle finger inside.

Tight, but not too tight. She’d be a nice fit. “How does that feel?” he said as he slowly pushed his finger all the way to his knuckle.

“Good.” She let out a soft moan as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her anus. “Really, really good.”