Page 32 of Luke's Revenge (Walker Security - Lucifer's Trilogy 3)

“Apparently to kill people.”

“I do, but not as much as I want us both naked right now. I need to be inside you. I need to be fucking you. I need you wanting me to fuck you.”

I laugh in disbelief. “We’re not safe here.”

“We’re safe enough. Blake has eyes on the cameras. I have eyes on you. We’re living in the moment, baby. Right here. Right now, because there might not be another.”

“That’s why we need to run, to regroup—”

He kisses me, a deep, drugging slide of his tongue, and before I even know what’s happened, I’m against the wall, his strong body framing mine, overwhelming me in a good, but oh so poorly timed way. I moan with the taste of him, fighting to stay mentally aware of where we are and the dangers of the “moment” as he calls this.

“No running,” he declares, stroking the hair from my face. “No more running.”

“Luke—”

“Ana.”

“Stop doing that,” I chide, which isn’t easy when he’s touching me. This man and his hands have always been my undoing.

He catches the hem of my shirt. I catch his hand. “We’re exposed here.”

“If they kill me with you naked and in my arms, I’ll die a happy man. It’s this or I go kill people now, Ana. It’s your call.”

His mouth closes down on mine again, and somehow, I lose my sanity enough that my shirt ends up over my head, but I don’t fight him. An action that’s a product of a realization. He just said all he needs to say. Luke really doeswant to go kill everyone right now. Because there’s a side of Luke most people don’t know, a wild side that both turns me on and terrifies me. He’s there now, on edge, and in a big way. If he doesn’t come down and come down fast, then it’s going to get bloodier than it has to. Or maybe bloodier sooner than it has to.

Either way, he’s not wrong.

If this is how we die, this is how we die.

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