Page 30 of His to Keep
I pull back enough to search his face, but it’s hard to see his expression in the dark room. “Why would you do that?”
Even in the dim light, I can feel the heat of his gaze. “Because you belong here.” I shake my head, overwhelmed by the intensity of his words, the nearness of his big, strong body, the feel of his lips brushing against my neck. “You belong here,” he repeats. “With me.”
“Luke,” I whimper.
“End things with Roth.” His voice is a growl against my skin. “Be with me.”
My head is spinning. He’s too close, and I can’t think. At the same time, I have no desire to push him away.
“You hardly know me.”
“Bullshit,” he snaps. “I knew you the second I saw you up on that stage.”
“You saw my body up on that stage. Lust isn’t the same as—”
He presses his hips into me and I gasp when I feel the hard length of him. I remember what it had felt like to take that part of him into my mouth. How controlling he had been and how my body responded to every demand.
“You’re damn right there’s lust,” he says, pressing harder against me. “I can’t go two minutes without remembering the way you look when you come. The way those pretty little lips felt wrapped around my cock. The feel of your skin when I spanked your ass. Your tits straining against those sweet little dresses you wear to work while I had you splayed out on my couch last night.”
Heat floods my face and I try to look away, but Luke cups my cheeks in his palms, forcing me to look at him. My eyes have adjusted to the dark somewhat, because I can make out the intensity in his expression, the fire in his gaze. “But it’s more than that, Rebecca. You can feel that, right? This connection we have. I know it’s not just me.”
I nod, too overwhelmed to speak. He’s right. I may not understand it, but I can feel it. I’ve been able to feel it since the moment he first touched me at the club.
“Be with me,” he repeats, thrusting his hardness against my belly, his demanding voice sending a shudder of desire through me. “We could be so good together.”
I’m about to agree—hell, I think I’d agree to just about anything when he commands me like this—when there’s a muffled clang from down the hall. The noise breaks the haze of lust just enough for me to hear the gentle rumble of voices. The caterer must have arrived.
“Luke.” I gently push against his broad chest. “Someone is here.”
He doesn’t budge, keeping me caged against the wall. “I don’t care.”
“But the party—”
“Fuck the party.” Suddenly his hand grasps the back of my knee, his movements rough and hurried. He hikes my leg up to rest against his hip, opening me up to press even harder against my center, making me gasp. “Tell me you’ll let me finish what we started last night. Tell me you’llstay.”
Before I can reply, his hand sneaks up my dress, tracing over my inner thigh. He goes straight for my panties, and groans when his fingers brush against the silk. “So wet for me.”
There’s another noise from the front room and I stiffen, peeking over his shoulder. There are people here, just a few rooms away, and the door is open. I’m pretty sure I can make out the sound of Emily’s voice, along with the lower timbre of the caterer. What if Emily comes looking for us? What if someone sees?
“There’s no need to pretend with me,” he whispers against my ear, his fingers pressing harder against the silk. “We both know how much you like the idea of someone hearing.” He groans softly against my throat. “Can’t wait to get you back to the club. See what it feels like to fuck this greedy pussy while everyone watches.”
His words have me stiffening in a different way—with regret. Guilt and disappointment wash through me and Luke pulls back to peer into my face, sensing the change in me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I whisper, but it’s no use. I can’t recapture the moment—not while thoughts ofhimare in my head.
Luke’s face clouds over. “Roth,” he mutters. It’s not a question.
“I’m supposed to meet him tonight,” I say, my stomach dropping at the thought. When we parted last weekend, Aden informed me that my presence would be required while he entertained a client at the club tonight. I’ve been dreading it all week—both because I always hate playing the part of arm candy and because I know I need to talk to Aden. Everything I said to Luke last night remains true—there are too many complications between us. My job needs to be my focus. Still, the idea of being with Aden again makes me feel sick. I can’t imagine ever letting him touch me without thinking of Luke. And that means I need to end things.
I just need to get through this evening at the club. It shouldn’t be too difficult. We’ll have some drinks in the lounge, maybe watch the show on the main stage. The men will talk business and ignore me and I’ll be bored out of my mind. Once we’re alone, I can tell him I’m ready to move on.
“He’s entertaining a client at the club—” I cut off with a gasp when Luke rears back and punches the wall beside me.
“Don’t go,” he growls, eyes wild as he stares down at me. “Call and cancel.”
“I can’t do that. We already agreed—”
“Goddamn it, Rebecca.”
