Page 111 of Wicked Sin

I nod. I know that.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

I turn and look at him. “Pardon?”

“Would you rather go back to your place? You’re free to go home now. I was going to take you back to my place for the night, because I have food, but—”

“I don’t want to go home,” I say quietly. The thought of being in my apartment, either alone or even with Luke, fills me with terror.

I’ll have to get back on that horse, but not tonight.

Tomorrow. After the arraignment, after I know dude is going to stay in jail.

The rest of the drive to his house passes in silence. As we climb up the canyon roads, and onto his street, his private oasis on the edge of the city, a new feeling takes over inside me.

I want him.

He got me off this morning—and oh my God, was that only this morning?—but we didn’t have sex. I want us to be together, as much as humanly possible, tonight.

Smashed bits, hot breath on skin, aching muscles kind of together.

I need him.

Oh, that makes me shiver, because I can’t need another person. That’s too much, but it’s also true, and I’m too fucking tired to lie to myself tonight.

I need Luke.

When he pulls into his garage, I wait until he comes around to open my door. Once upon a time—maybe a week ago, who knows—I thought about how I could manipulate this man. Best him with hubris and sexuality.

Now I just want to serve him, to use my lifetime of seductive abilities to give him a night he will never forget.

He opens my door and I step out, sliding against him as I stand. I can feel the heat of his body, the tension in his limbs, and I tilt my head up so we’re looking at each other. Face to face, ever so close.

“Thank you,” I whisper, a slight smile playing at my mouth. Tentative. Innocent. It’s not an act, not in a bad way. Just…me, amplified. Me, dressed up for dirty play.

Me, getting a chance to be the innocent seductress I never got to be.

He strokes my cheek, brushing a strand of hair back behind my ear, and I exhale, letting my eyelids flutter shut.

He groans and his mouth crashes down on mine.

Yes.

Oh, yes. Please, more,Luke…

The car is hard against my back, but Luke cradles me in his arms as he presses against me. Hard against my front, too. I’m pinned in place, his captive princess, and my heart feels so full it hurts. His mouth trails over my jaw, down my neck, then back to my lips.

More kisses, endless kisses.

Safe, dirty, special kisses.

“Take me to bed,” I breathe, and he groans again, his cock thick and hard against my belly.

When he wrenches away from me, we’re both gasping.

I touch his face and smile before I head for the door. He follows hot on my heels, his attention burning against my back.

Inside, I set my bag down and kick off my shoes as he resets the security system. Even as he does that, I can feel his gaze keeping me in his peripheral vision.

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