Page 14 of Click of Fate

“Cool place,” she says.

“Sure is,” I tell her, walking in a bit farther as she turns toward me. Her lips curve into a sexy smile.

“You gonna stand there or…?” Her voice takes on a husky tone.

I don’t use words to answer, instead, I wrap my hand around the back of her head and pull her into me, pressing my lips into hers.

I’ve waited all night to taste these lips. I’m not about to stand around and waste another minute.

Chapter 4

YOU’RE A WILDCARD

STELLA

Luke’s lipsburn against mine. The kiss is harsh, but tame, there’s no tongue, but I’m still a little shocked that we’re here. His hand slides into my hair and pulls me closer to him. A heady moan escapes me as my body jumps into overdrive—from this PG kiss of all kisses. He pulls back slightly.

“Fuck, that was sexy.” His voice is rough with desire as he nips along my jaw. He tries to work the strap of my purse off my shoulder, and I realize I was still clutching it. He chuckles. “You want to let this go, or am I gonna have to work harder at making this happen?” This time he gently tugs at the strap, and I let it go for lift it over my head, and carefully place it on the coffee table near the couches.

I swallow hard as I think about a sassy quip. I’ve been ready all night, but now, in this moment with him, I’m trying not to freak the fuck out. I don’t do one-night stands often. I much prefer a friend-with-benefits situation, and Luke definitely seems like he’d make for one hell of a friend, if only I were looking for one.

I can do this. It’s one night. That’s all.

Luke turns back toward me, and I take note of the pure hunger in his eyes and suppress a chill that lingers at the base of my spine. He doesn’t hesitate. His sexy, knowing smirk nearly makes forget all of my hesitations.

With his fingers on my chin, he tilts my head up and says, “Last chance to run, Stella.”

My heart pounds in my chest. Damn, his man affects me in ways I don’t remember ever experiencing. I must really be overdue for a good, hot, sexy time. Unattached sexy time, of course.

Ugh. Maybe I should just leave. But then, this whole back-and-forth flirting would have been for nothing. I’m never going to see this man again, so why not just...go for it?

“Not happening, Professor Meatball.” I give him a challenging reply, my brow arching at his grin.

He huffs out a laugh “You’re gonna have to find another nickname, Trouble.”

I narrow my eyes at his own use of a nickname. There will be no need for other nicknames. I open my mouth to remind him that this isn’t going past tonight, and he slowly leans down, his kiss slow and coaxing. He’s waiting for me to give in. My mouth opens to his, and he wastes no time sweeping his tongue inside my mouth and all thoughts of nicknames cease to exist.

My fingers dig into his hair, tugging slightly.Oh my gosh, his hair is as soft as it looked.And it’s his turn to groan. I swallow it, kissing him deeply, and realize that I’ve never found a groan so sexy before. The sound makes my core clench.

My body is pressed to his, and I’m hyper-aware of every point of contact—his chest against mine, the heat of his hands on my back, the feeling of his hand as it slides down to my ass and squeezes. His other hand follows, and then he grips right under my cheeks and lifts me off the ground with ease. As if on autopilot, my legs wrap around his waist, and he starts to walk. Idon’t pay attention; I can’t seem to stop kissing him long enough to care. We don’t make it far before we bump into something.

“Fuck” he breathes hoarsely.

I can’t help but laugh when I feel my leg smack into the chair next to the couch.

“You think this is funny?” He’s breathless, but the laughter in his voice pulls another smile from me.

“Of course,” I say as he takes a few more steps, and I’m suddenly free falling to the couch. I let out a loud laugh at that and lean back into the cushions. Luke hovers above me, watching with something like wonder on his face.

“You’re so damn sexy when you laugh,” he tells me, and I want to roll my eyes, but he brushes his knuckles down my jaw, then across my collarbone—a slow, teasing touch. His eyes follow his hand, and I can’t look away from him.

Leaning closer, he finally flicks his gaze back to mine. “You good, Trouble?”

I pull him down in response, biting his lower lip in the process. “Shut up, Luke”. His chuckle turns into another groan, a little more feral this time, as I roll my hips against him.

It’s all intoxicating—the kissing, the roaming hands, and my hips grinding against his. It feels rushed and wild. But eventually, as layers of his clothing are removed, every touch between us becomes slower, more reverent. He doesn’t seem to want to rush anymore, but all I want is for us to get to the good part. I don’t protest, though, and I let him control the pace.

He leans backward as he grabs the hem of my shirt, and he cocks a brow like he’s asking my permission to continue. Biting my lip, I nod and sit up so he can remove my shirt. He trails hot kisses over my stomach and chest, taking his time exploring my body. Normally, I would have no patience for this type of foreplay, but I’m blanking on everything—everything but thismoment with him. His hands move down my sides, gripping, kneading, his lips following the path of his fingers.

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