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He starts to get up, pulling me with him. “Your arm,” I cry out as he lifts me up.

“Starting to feel better,” he answers before he captures my mouth again. “And just so we’re clear, we’re taking that bath and we’re taking the time to strip naked first. No clothes tonight.”

I should have known he was successful. He’s got this way of telling me what to do that brokers no argument. “What else?” I say, the heat instantly turning up.

“You promised to suck my cock.”

“I did.”

“And I’m going to eat you out until you scream my name. No one around here to be quiet for.”

Did I say the heat was building slowly?

I’m soaked in a second and so ready for whatever he wants to do.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Kate

Luke carriesme outside into the night. I have one moment where I wonder if this is a good idea. We did have an unwanted visitor.

But then, he kisses me again and I forget to worry. He makes it down the embankment without a misstep, which is impressive. I have trouble with the steep bank in the best of circumstances.

But I don’t get a chance to say this as his mouth devours mine.

Finally, he sets me down on my bare feet, which splash in the water, getting the bottom of my jeans wet.

“Clothes off,” he rumbles, not leaving much room for arguing. Not that I would have. I peel off my shirt and unhook my bra, tossing them both on the bank.

He pulls me against his front, bending low to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. “This is how we end up with clothing still on,” I gasp out, arching my back to give him more access. Hismouth feels so good, I scrape my fingers over his scalp, pulling him closer.

He swirls his tongue over the stiff peak before he lifts his head. “You’re right. The rest of the clothes off. I want to see you naked.”

It’s crazy that we never quite make it to that point. I’ve had something on both times we’ve done it. I strip the jeans over my hips, nearly falling as I try to get the wet bottoms over my feet.

He shoots out a hand to steady me.

I just get the second leg off my foot when I shoot him a glare. “You’re still dressed.”

“Let me look at you for a second,” he grunts as his hands come out to trace my slender hips.

I feel myself blushing. Thank goodness for the dark, but I still have to resist the urge to cover up. I literally had my ass in the air for this guy last night. But this is different.

It’s not quite the heat of passion, and I’m well aware that Luke can have any woman he wants.

His hands continue down my legs and then over my ass, tracing the curve of my back. “So pretty.”

I shake my head. “I’ve always hated that.”

“What? Being pretty?”

“Pretty gets a pat on the head. Beautiful wins the prize.” Christ, every insecurity I have is coming out tonight.

He strips off his shirt then, tossing it on top of my stuff. Then he shucks off his jeans with a lot more grace than I did. Naked, he bends down wrapping his arms under my ass as he lifts me in his arms.

I hold onto his neck, curling my body around him.

“I’ve never met a woman who was so perfectly pretty,” he rumbles against my belly. “It’s your hands. Your arms. The way your brows arch. Hell, even your feet are adorable.”

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