Page 16 of King of Pain

Sliding into the sheets, I sigh as my head hits the pillow. Then I lift my head up again. “I had one of the power bars and some water.” I sit up again. “You want one too?”

He’s still standing where I left him, in nothing but the black boxer briefs I just slid up his legs. His legs are in this wide stance, his shoulders broad. My mouth goes dry and I nearly regret not just closing my eyes.

How am I going to sleep next to him?

“A power bar would be great.”

Nodding, I get up from the bed and pad across the floor, back by him, to the bag of supplies. I open the water and hand it to him. Then I grab a bar and part the wrapper.

He takes a long swig of water, sets the open bottle on the nightstand, and grabs the power bar. “Thanks. Arm hurts like a bitch and my fingers are really weak this morning. Carrying the bags might have been a bad idea.”

“You likely have a bruised or pulled tendon,” I murmur. “I can check it if you want.”

“Later.” He gives me a long stare that somehow feels more intimate than sliding underwear up his legs or even having his junk in my face.

“Get in bed, love.”

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m good.”

I nod and slip back into my spot on the bed. I close my eyes and despite thinking I might never fall asleep, my eyes blink shut, desperate to close.

Luke still stands in the center of the room, his eyes on me as I drift away.

CHAPTER FIVE

Luke

Jesus fucking Christ,she’s gorgeous. Kate sighs as she instantly falls asleep, that curtain of dark hair fanning out over her pillow.

She’s not my usual style. But then again, my usual style of woman is fast, easy, and gone in the morning.

I know Kate is not that girl.

Would she let me fuck her? Yeah, she would. I had my fingers on her thigh and her skin was already slick with her arousal dripping down her leg. It was so hot, it took every ounce of my self-control to keep my fingers from sliding higher. I could have just plunged them inside her. I know she would have been hot, wet, and so fucking ready for me.

I wanted to and I know she wants it too. The problem is my reaction to her. It’s the way she moves, how delicate her hands are, how pretty she is down to every tiny detail.

There is something so fragile and delicate in her beauty that it brings out every male instinct I have. I felt it’s pull from the very first second.

I know burying myself deep in a woman like that is bound to cause problems. I’ve always been the least important cog in the Kincaid wheel. Now, with Roman hurt, maybe worse, they deserve my undivided allegiance and efforts. I should come up with a plan.

Then again, I’m more of an act-first-think-later kind of guy.

I pull back the covers and get into the bed, Kate lets out another sigh. Even the sounds of her little sighs are soft and sweet.

I lay on my right side facing her and blocking her from the door as I just watch her.

Her lips are a full and pillowy, the pale pink color perfect against her smooth, fresh skin.

She’s got this tiny little nose that’s perfectly straight and high arched brows. Her long dark lashes fan out on her cheeks.

The slant of her eyes is seductive, and their color is this rich brown that looks both warm and so fucking vulnerable.

And then there is the hair. Thick and long, it’s so glossy that it looks like silk. I want it twisted up in my hands. I can just picture it wrapped around my fist while I plow into her. She’s slender and I can picture how she’d look on top of me, my thick cock driving deep inside her while she cries out. My cock is so stiff, it starts leaking.

I know what she did for me is fucking with my head. We were in that room and her butterfly fingers flitted all over my skin, long and tapered, feeling so nice as she tended my wounds.

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