Page 118 of Light My Fire

“I can’t complain.” Luke smirks at me.

This is going to make for a hellishly long week. Both at home and at work.

“I’m good,” I lie. “Remember, no sex. Your rule, Moody.”

His smirk slips.

I instantly feel better.

Brooke sighs happily. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

I think complicated is a better description.

But at least going third means I have the advantage of knowing where they took Brooke on their date and I can do one better.

CHAPTER 30

Luke

Brooke opensthe door to her loft with a wide smile. “Hi.”

I feel myself smiling in return even though I’m still not fully convinced this date is a good idea.

“Hi.” My gaze tracks over her from head to toe. She’s dressed for the cool March evening in a sweater, coat and scarf, blue jeans that hug her hips, and brown ankle-high boots. She has at least three layers on, and I still feel my body stirring.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her. Her hair is down and softly curled. She’s put on a little make up, a fact I can only detect because I’ve seen her with nothing on.

Literally.

And even though I am determined to keep this date PG, it’s impossible to look at her and not think of the night she spent with me, Jackson, and Wyatt.

That was, hands-down, the hottest sexual experience of my life. It’s been on my mind constantly. How the hell can I stand here with her andnotthink about how soft her skin is, how eager her mouth and hands are, how perfect her…

Fuck.

Tonight is going to be a true test of my willpower.

She steps into the hallway of her apartment building and wraps her arms around me.

Caught off guard, I have no choice but to return the hug. And I certainly don’t mind. Feeling her up against me, even with all of our layers of clothes, feels fucking fantastic.

With her arms still around my waist, she tips her head up to look at me. “I’m really looking forward to this.”

I am too. Despite the little voice in the back of my mind continually telling me this is a bad idea.

“Have you thought about what you want to do?” I ask her. She smells amazing, and I really want to lean in and bury my nose in her hair.

“I want to kiss you,” she tells me.

My body responds before my brain even catches up with what she said. I’m already semi hard.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Angel,” I tell her.

“Why not? Just a little kiss to say hello.”

“Because I can’t guarantee that I won’t back you up against that door and start stripping your clothes off.”

Her smile is a little sly and I realize I am going to have an even harder time resisting her if she’s going to be a little flirt.

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