Page 54 of King of Pain

“In that case, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

Hearing her cum will most definitely help relieve the hectic worry that’s making my chest tight.

I told Kate I wasn’t boyfriend material.

I meant it.

But man, she’s got me acting a lot like a man who wants to be around full time. I can barely keep my hands to myself and don’t even get me started on the protective bubble I want to wrap her in.

I fix two plates, bringing them out to the living room. She’s stretched out on the two-seater couch, and I hand her a plate, gently lifting her legs to slide under them.

I have this feeling like this is absolutely where I’m meant to be.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Kate

Lukeeats with his plate balanced on my shins and then quickly shucks the plate to the side, his hands sliding up and down my legs.

I’m trying to concentrate on my food, but when he touches me like this…

I’ve been a little off today because a few things haven’t been quite adding up, but when I fell into that river, banging my hip on a rock, he was under me, lifting me to the surface before I was even able to register pain, let alone get myself back up.

Luke has never made me feel safer.

In a world where I’ve had so few people to depend on, he’s starting to feel like… home. A real one.

I set my half-eaten plate to the side, not caring about food anymore, when his hands stop. “Love.”

I cock my brows, looking forward to whatever he’s going to say next. “Yeah?”

“You need to eat.”

I blink back my surprise. This is not the sexy play I’d had in mind. “I’ll finish later.”

He leans closer. “Finish your dinner so I can eat you for dessert.”

My lips part, and the ache between my legs flares, making me clench all the muscles to try and relieve the pressure. “How do you expect me to eat after that?”

He leans forward like he’s going to touch me, but instead, he grabs my plate, and places it back in my hands. “A few more bites, kitten.”

I wrinkle my nose. “You take bossy to new levels. You know that?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re really starting to sound like a husband or a boyfriend.”

I see his jaw clench, his mouth turning down. I stuff my mouth with another bite of taco, chewing and swallowing as my face flames. Finally, I swallow it down. “Then again, what do I know? I’ve obviously never had a relationship. Until you, I’d never even had sex. I clearly have no experience?—”

“Kate.”

Crap. Using my name is a bad sign. I make to swing my legs off his lap and leave, but my hip gives a painful twinge and I whimper. His hands are instantly on me, holding me in place.

I shake my head. “Don’t say my name like that. Just forget I said anything.”

“I don’t want to forget it,” he rumbles and then his hands are sliding over my body again, from my waist, down my legs to my knees. “I agree. I am acting like a boyfriend.”

My breath catches and I stare at him wide-eyed. “What?”

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