Page 28 of King of Pain

“Stop,” he murmurs. I’ve got one knee on the bed. My hands come down too and I turn to look back at him.

“Why?”

“Because,” his grin is wicked, “I’m gonna help you sleep.”

My brows lift even as my girl parts clench. “Luke. I don’t know…”

He crosses the room, and hooks both hands on the sides of my underwear, sliding them over my hips.

Part of me meant it this morning when I said we shouldn’t sleep together again. Everything is crazy and I am careening toward heartbreak.

But he slides the underwear down my legs to my knees. My whole body clenches in anticipation, all the exhaustion gone, but instead of touching me more, he steps back.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, almost covering myself as I fight my embarrassment.

“You have the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen,” he growls. “I’m going to admire it for another second and then I’m going to mess it up real good, make it so dirty.”

I swear, I’m drenched in a second.

His hand comes to my back, sliding up my spine over my neck to the back of my head. And then he gently pushes me down so my face is on the mattress, my ass in the air.

Any other guy, I’d be freaking out, but with him… I just do it, no questions, nothing but anticipation pulsing through me.

His fingers slide up the back of one of my legs, across my ass, and down the other. Goose pimples break out all over my flesh.

He starts back up the inside of my thigh and I squirm.

“For a girl who said we shouldn’t do this, you’re awfully impatient.”

“Shouldn’t is different than don’t want to,” I speak, my voice half muffled by the sheets.

He chuckles, his fingertips just brushing over my pussy. It’s so light, I barely feel the touch. That doesn’t keep me from starting to drip. “I don’t even understand why we shouldn’t.”

He wouldn’t. He’s not the one who is going to get his heart broken.

He takes my silence as a cue to continue, and he brushes his fingers over me again with a bit more pressure.

“Did you know that you’re the exact same color here,” he slides a finger down my seam, “as you are on your nipples and your lips?”

“I…” It feels so good that I don’t even know how to respond. I can’t find the words.

“Funny, never thought I cared about matchy-matchy, but damn, love, you make it look good.”

My hands twist into the sheets as his middle finger hits my clit.

I want to tell him that his compliment, along with his fingers, have me aching. But I’m beyond words.

I do know that I’ve wanted a guy like Luke to tell me I’m special my whole life. I know it’s crazy and it shouldn’t matter, but even that compliment sets me on fire.

And when his tongue replaces his finger, I let out a moan that I can’t hold back.

And that’s when I get a light smack on my ass.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Luke

I loveit when a woman makes noise. And I want nothing more than to make Kate fucking scream.

---