Page 34 of Luke's Revenge (Walker Security - Lucifer's Trilogy 3)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Luke

“Don’t let yesterdayuse up too much of today.”

—Will Rogers

You’d think with Ana naked and at my mercy, I wouldn’t be thinking about anything but fucking her. But fuck me, for just the briefest of moments, I’m living all the hell we’ve been through all over again. That confrontation with Kasey. The fight with Ana when I returned. The hospital. The funeral. That phone call from Jake when he was murdered as I listened. And then his warning about Ana, and my fear that our enemies would get to her before I did. And then that damn empty locker that tells me I’m no closer to ending all of this than I was two years ago.

All of it leads to right here and now, and how damn badly I need her and this escape.

But I’m not in a rush, even if our circumstances demand otherwise.

No.

I will not rush any moment I have with Ana. Not ever again.

I step into her, my hips pressed to her hips, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, the puckered pebbles of her nipples against my palms, my lips pressing to her bare shoulder, teeth scraping the delicate skin there. She moans one of her sweet little moans and presses into me. Confirmation that she’s let go of the world outside. She’s present with me all the way, and that’s exactly what I was looking for in her.

I reach for her pants, working them free until my hands are pressed beneath the material and I’m sliding them over her hips. I yank them down, and find her backside bare, not a slip of silk anywhere to be found, and color me happy. All the easier to find my way inside her.

“Shoes off,” I order, and she does as I say, toeing them away before I wrap my arm around her and get rid of her pants.

The instant they’re gone, I smack her backside. She gasps, and arches her back, thrusting her beautiful ass further into the air. Fuck, I love her ass in the air, but I have this realization that now is not that time. I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime for every moment I get with her. I want to see her, see everything she feels on her face.

I turn her to face me, but I’m not ready to shift the control, to let go of her submission.

Pressing her hands over her head, I order, “Hold them there.”

Her lips are swollen, eyes heavy, voice breathless as she says, “I don’t know if I can do that. I need to touch you.”

“I promise you, I’ll make it worth the wait.”

“I waited a long time, Luke,” she whispers. “Too long.” Her voice trembles with emotions.

Fuck.

She might as well slice me open and gut me. Because it’s the truth. It was too long. And I did that. I let that happen.

Guilt stabs at me and I release her hands, tangling my fingers in the silky strands of her hair, even as I pull her head back, and drag her mouth to mine. “No more waiting,” I say, and already she is touching me, wrapping her arms around me, her breasts pressed to my chest. She is delicate and soft against me, a thorned rose, beautiful and strong, my thorned rose.

Holy hell, this is what I needed, not the games.

I deepen the kiss, drinking her in, my tongue licking deep, and I swear I could drown in the taste of her—all sweet and womanly—and it wouldn’t be enough. Her hands, as soft as her body, press under my T-shirt, shoving it up and I reach behind me, dragging it over my head. I’ve barely tossed it aside and she’s stroking my cock through my jeans, and I groan with the impact, I am hot and hard, and I might break the damn zipper. I set her back from me, lean her against the wall and at least for now, she waits for me, watching me with hungry eyes, and giving me just enough time and space to get naked.

Just enough.

I set my gun on the bed, and start undressing but the minute, and I do mean the minute, my pants are gone she’s off that wall, reaching for me, and me for her. I catch her to me, sliding my hand under her hair and kissing the hell out of her. My hands slide and press down the seam of her backside, fingers exploring her intimately and low, before giving her another smack on that gorgeous ass.

Our mouths part and eyes meet and we both smile. It’s an us moment, the way we can go from intense, dark, and insane for each other and manage to smile in the middle of it. I drag her mouth back to mine and say, “God, I love you, woman.”

“Show me,” she challenges, and just that easily we’re back to that dark intensity.

I kiss her hard and fast, and then scoop her up, cupping her backside even as her legs wrap around my waist. I close the small space between us and the bed, lying her down on the mattress, and following, my body framing her body. My cock is between her legs, wet heat slick against my hard body, and oh hell yeah, I want to slide right in and fuck her until I can fuck no more.

But for a moment, we just linger there, the air thick around us. The push and pull of her need and mine colliding, a living breathing being in the room.

I lean in and trace her lips with my tongue. “Where would you like me to lick you next?”

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