Somewhere in the last twelve hours, Luke had come to terms with the intensity of his feelings. He’d also come to terms with the fact that he wanted more from her. His only concern was how she felt about Cole. The fact that Luke hungered for something darker, more potent, and more aggressive than any woman could offer him meant that his need for Cole would never be sated, yet it didn’t mean he couldn’t live without it. If that was what Sierra wanted.
Since Sierra seemed to demand more than Luke ever thought a woman would demand when it came to sex, Luke held out hope that those dark desires of his wouldn’t go unsated. She completed him in ways that Cole, or any other person, man or woman, ever had. Based on the satisfaction that consumed him at the moment, Luke didn’t doubt he would get what he needed from Sierra.
Or maybe he was worrying for nothing. It was possible Sierra hungered for more than he alone could provide her. Did she prefer another man in their bed? After all, she had been so eager, so willing to participate in the threesomes they’d shared in Vegas. Which meant what? That they wouldn’t be happy just the two of them?
Shit. This was the very reason that Luke didn’t do relationships. There was too much emotional drama that needed to be settled and quite frankly, it was giving him a headache.
Luke rolled over, easing his arm out from under Sierra until he could sit at the edge of the bed, his feet firmly on the floor. He didn’t want to walk out, didn’t want to leave Sierra, but he didn’t know that he could stay. He had run before, and though he had his doubts, this didn’t feel like running. Yet he didn’t feel like talking, and if she woke up, talking would likely be on the agenda.
Resigning himself to at least taking a little time to himself, Luke kissed Sierra and grabbed his clothes, sneaking out of the bedroom before she had time to wake up. Dressing hurriedly, he snuck out the door, locking the bottom lock on his way.
He’d be back.
If she let him after this.
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Sierra woke to an empty bed, but she didn’t have to wake up to know Luke had left. Though he thought she was asleep, Sierra had been lying in his arms, listening to him breathe and relishing the feel of his strong heartbeat beneath her ear. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know he had been thinking too much. Instead of asking him to share with her, she’d pretended to be asleep until she had actually fallen asleep.
Now as she lay in her bed, staring at the slow turning blades on her ceiling fan, Sierra wondered what he had been thinking about. The last two times they had been together, they’d been completely alone. Was Luke thinking about Cole? Or the fact that they didn’t have another person to share their bed? She certainly hadn’t been.
Oh, Sierra remembered vividly what it felt like to be pleasured by two men, but she had never even thought about anything other than the way Luke felt inside of her when it was just the two of them alone. And the same had been the case when she and Cole indulged in one another in Vegas. Guilt flooded her at the realization. Yet her heart still yearned for both men. Equally.
Since Cole hadn’t tried to get in touch with her, the only assumption she could make was that Cole had been using her for comfort during their time in Vegas. Or maybe he just didn’t feel the same about her, and he had waited until their return to Dallas before sneaking away, hoping to avoid confrontation. After all, she had seen the way he looked at Luke, heard his declaration that morning in the shower.
If those words he’d spoken with so much conviction were actually true, how had it been so easy for him to give up on her? As much as it hurt, Sierra didn’t fault him for it. Deep down, she acknowledged the dark fantasies that consumed her, knew that others had the same urges, but quite possibly Cole was only interested in being close to Luke.
The sound of her cell phone beeping caught her attention. After Luke’s unexpected arrival, her brain had been fuzzy with lust, and she dropped her purse, forgetting all about it when Luke pressed her into the wall. As she went in search of it now, she wondered who it could possibly be. It was Saturday after all, and it wasn’t like she had many friends. Being that Luke had just walked out on her, she didn’t figure it was him.
When she reached the living room, her phone went off again, making her dig through the endless contents of her purse just to find it. Glancing at the screen, Sierra’s breath caught in her throat.
“I’ll be damned.” She whispered, staring at the text that lit up the screen.
Dinner. My house. Tonight. 8pm.
So he might have snuck out, but Luke hadn’t forgotten about her. As much as she wanted to punish him for walking out on her, Sierra couldn’t bring herself to do it.
The clock on her cell phone told her she didn’t have long to get ready if she expected to be at his house by eight. Her body flushed at the remembered punishment she’d received earlier. Heading directly to the shower, Sierra couldn’t help but wonder what he would do if she were late.
Chapter Nineteen
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A couple of hours later, Sierra was pulling into the circular drive at Luke’s. She had purposely planned to be a few minutes late, and her body heated at the thought of how he would react. A hint of humiliation fluttered through her at the thought of what he had done earlier. Worse than that, she was a little embarrassed that she had enjoyed it so thoroughly. Of course she wouldn’t share that tidbit of information with Luke.
As she walked to the front door, she admired the massive two story stone house. When he brought her to the house the night before, she hadn’t seen much of the outside, but taking it in now, she saw his personality all over it. The house was strong and masculine, just like the man. White stone slightly discolored from age and weather, gave it a uniquely distressed appearance, accented by the thick, heavy wood posts that made it appear wholly masculine and suitable to the man.
Just as she was about to knock, the door flew open, and Sierra came face to face with the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on. You would think by now she would have gotten used to looking at him, and his striking appearance wouldn’t still give her the chills.
“Bear. Sit.” Luke barked, and Sierra’s eyes were immediately drawn to the large black dog now heeling at Luke’s side. The same dog that had been at Sam’s.
“I take it he belongs to you.” Sierra smiled down at Bear, pushing her hand forward hesitantly. Though the animal had taken kindly to her the last time she had been around him, she didn’t know how he would react around his owner.
“That he does.” Luke stated and took her other hand, pulling her inside the house to close the door behind her. “Hope you’re hungry.”
Sierra looked up into Luke’s eyes, and for the first time, she didn’t see the hunger that she was used to seeing. Instead she saw… confusion. “I’m starving.” She conceded, suddenly worried about his reasons for inviting her over.
Allowing Luke to lead her further into the house, Bear’s nails clicked on the hardwood floors as he followed. Two steps into the immaculate, top of the line kitchen, she was assaulted by delicious smells.
“You cook?” She didn’t mean to sound skeptical, but Luke didn’t seem like the type of guy who dabbled in gourmet cooking.
“It’s not one of my favorite things, but yes, I can get by.” Luke told her, and for a brief second, she caught the familiar gleam in his eye.
“Can I do anything to help?” A sudden need to keep busy overcame her.
“You can set the table.” Luke stated as he turned his back on her, returning to the stove to stir something.
Sierra couldn’t tear her eyes from the man. Although she sensed something was off, he was still a sight to see. Wearing only a pair of those sexy ass jeans that hugged his hips and ass nicely, she was offered a stunning view of Luke’s naked back. The corded muscles moved gracefully as he worked, which she admired immensely, especially the intricate tattoo that wound from his upper arm and then over his back.
She was suddenly starving, and it had nothing to do with the glor
ious smell of food emanating from the pan Luke was stirring.
“You keep looking at me like that, and we might not even make it through dinner.” Luke growled as he turned and faced her.
Sierra could handle that. Based on the fact that her mouth watered at the mere sight of him and a consistent ache had taken up residence between her thighs, she wondered if she would even be able to make it through the meal.
A low growl broke the sudden silence, and when Sierra instinctively looked down to see where Bear was, she was confused to see him lying in a corner of the room, eyes closed, snoozing as if he didn’t have a care in the world. If the growl hadn’t come from Bear, then that meant…
Before she could think better of it, Luke lifted her in his arms and planted her butt on the granite countertop, easing himself between her legs. When he cupped her jaw, turning her head so she was staring directly into those sexy brown green eyes, she managed a sharp intake of breath. Then his mouth was on hers, and her hands were all over his gloriously exposed skin. When he broke the kiss, Sierra let her mouth linger, trailing kisses down his neck, over his shoulder until she could outline the hot as hell tattoo on his left arm.
She had seen the tattoo before, but she had never paid much attention to it, always having been too distracted by other things. Sierra traced the outline with her tongue, following the muscular curve of his shoulder, then slowly trailed down his chest until her tongue found his nipple. Using her teeth, she nibbled and licked until it hardened, spurred on by his groans and the way he held her head against his chest. At this rate, they definitely were going to miss dinner.
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Luke reached behind him and flipped off the stove burner, his body burning as hot as the flame he had just extinguished. When he’d asked Sierra to dinner, he fully intended to spend some time talking, but the sight of her when she walked in the door had him thinking a quick change in course was critical. The loose fitting sweater she wore did nothing to hide the luscious curves of her breasts and that damn mini skirt had made his dick stand up and take notice.
The way she looked at him like he was the meal made his body harden, and his brain malfunction. The way her hot mouth latched onto his nipple had his cock threatening to burst out of his zipper. And the way those soft, deft fingers of hers were trailing lightly across his skin sent a shiver up his spine.
Screw dinner. He wanted to feast on Sierra.
“How hungry are you?” Sierra whispered as she trailed those mind numbing kisses over his tattoo once more.
“Starving.” Luke growled, spreading Sierra’s legs further apart, his fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh only to find she didn’t have on any panties. He didn’t hesitate before he speared two fingers inside of her.
He was hungry alright.
When she screamed his name and dug her fingernails into his back, Luke had to grit his teeth. The woman was so fucking responsive, so damn hot, he could barely control himself. He slowly retreated, shoving his fingers back inside of her. “That’s it baby.” Luke leaned over her, allowing her to press her forehead into his shoulder as he continued to finger fuck her right there in the middle of his kitchen. “You like when I fuck you with my fingers?”
“Yes.”
“Come for me, Sierra.”
“Harder.” Sierra begged, and Luke gave her exactly what she asked for until her pussy clenched his fingers and she moaned. A second later, her body went lax right there in his arms.
But he was far from done with her.
Lifting her from her perch on the counter, he carried her over to the granite topped kitchen table and leaned her back, pushing her skirt up and over her hips so he could see her. Damn the woman was beautiful. Her long black hair fanned out around her as she lay open and waiting for him. Using his thumbs, he separated her lusciously swollen pussy lips, his eyes glued to the soft, wet folds. When she pushed up onto her elbows, her eyes tracking his every movement, Luke’s dick jumped right onboard with her wanting to watch.
“Beautiful.” He groaned as he leaned closer, teasing her clit with his thumb. “Take your sweater off.” He ordered, watching as she awkwardly managed to pull the soft, black sweater over her head, tossing it to the chair beside the table.
Clad in a red lace bra – the woman was going to kill him with her various colored underwear – her breasts beckoned him, the pebbled tips teasing him.
“Now the bra.” He told her as he leaned forward, licking his way from her navel up over her rib cage as she managed to unhook the clasp.
Once she was bared to him, Luke sucked one hardened tip into his mouth, caressing her with his tongue while she moaned and writhed beneath him. He gave her other breast the attention it was due before standing back to his full height and pulling her skirt down over her legs until it fell to the floor.
Laid out before him, naked except another pair of those fuck me boots, though this time they were of the cowboy variety, Luke looked his fill. The way Sierra stared back at him, propped up on her elbows as she watched intently, made Luke’s body hum. Making sure she could see his every movement he parted her with his fingers again and then leaned in and raked his tongue over her clit. Her body jerked beneath the onslaught of his tongue as he began to torture her clit, flicking back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
In order to give him better access, he scooted her backward on the table a little, propped those sexy as hell boots on the edge and then went at her like the starving man he was. Within seconds Sierra was thrusting her hips, trying to force him closer, whispering his name until her body tightened, her clit throbbing insistently and she came right there on his kitchen table. Damn that was sexy as hell.
Before he could decide what to do next, Sierra was off the table, standing before him in all of her naked glory pulling at the button on his jeans. He looked down at her, his eyes locked on the way her tiny fingers deftly eased the button from its mooring and then slid the zipper down slowly. She eased his cock from his jeans and the feel of her velvety soft hands gripping his dick had him jerking in her hand. When she looked up, those crystal, blue fire eyes full of heat and determination, Luke sucked in a breath.
“My turn.” Sierra told him and then pushed him up against the wall, as forceful as her small body versus his much larger frame could manage.
Luke willingly backed against the wall and watched as she slid to her knees, pulling the confining denim down his legs as she went. The one and only time she’d had his cock in her mouth was in the limo in Vegas and Luke admittedly thought about that night so many times as he’d used his hand to get himself off.
Now, he watched in utter fascination as the woman before him eagerly brought his steel hard shaft to her lips. Their eyes met, and her little pink tongue darted out to lick the glistening tip. Her hands were planted on his thighs, and she proceeded to tease him relentlessly with only her tongue, lapping at the engorged head, then sliding slowly, ever so slowly, down the sensitive underside.
He knew this was payback for the times he had tortured her, but he longed to spear his hands in her hair and pull her closer, shoving his dick inside her warm, wet mouth until he came deep in her throat. Instead he managed to latch on to his fragile control while she continued to taste and torment him with her tongue.
“So fucking good.” He groaned the words out past clenched teeth as he kept his eyes riveted to her mouth. When she smiled up at him, Luke knew he was a goner. This one tiny woman had, in the span of such a short time, managed to own him mind, body and soul.
Her fingernails raked up his thigh until she cupped his balls with her satiny smooth hand, squeezing gently. He wanted to tell her to increase the pressure, to suck him deep and hard, but he didn’t. She was right, it was her turn. Sierra wasn’t experienced at this, but the determination he saw in her eyes was the only thing he needed. Her willingness to please him nearly brought him to his knees, and no matter the dark desires that swirled inside of him, or his need for a rougher touch, none of it com
pared to what he needed from this woman.
He watched as her mouth closed over the head, managed to keep his eyes open as her tongue bathed the underside of his cock. He was so lost in her sensual ministrations that he hadn’t even noticed when she slid one finger into the crack of his ass, teasing him like no one had ever done before. Then her eyes closed and she gripped the base of his cock with one hand, thrust her finger inside of his ass as she sucked him deep into the hot confines of her mouth and Luke had to bite his lip to keep from exploding.
A minute or two was too much before he was unable to hold back any longer. He gripped her hair with both hands and guided her head as he thrust forward, deeper into her mouth, over and over as she sucked him.
“Fuck.” The word slipped out through gritted teeth as he continued to fuck her mouth while she so skillfully fingered his ass. “I’m gonna come, baby. Fuck.” He wasn’t ready, but she was pushing him past the point of no return.
Her hand squeezed, stroking harder, faster, as she matched the rhythm with her mouth and Luke couldn’t hold back any longer. He stilled her head with his hands, thrust deep and came with a rush.
Never in his life had Luke experienced anything like the erotic high that he received when he was with Sierra. He only hoped that when he told her the true depth of what she made him feel, what she made him want, that she didn’t walk away from him.
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Two hours later, Sierra was sitting at the edge of Luke’s hot tub clad in one of his shirts with her feet dangling in the warm, bubbling water, sipping a glass of wine. She laughed when he first attempted to join her with a glass of his own wine, but after two sips, he hadn’t been able to keep up the facade. He downed the rest of his glass in one quick swallow, put it aside and reached for a beer instead. Admittedly, that small, fragile glass had looked so out of place in his big, masculine hand, but she hadn’t said anything.
Thankfully dinner hadn’t been ruined, so they sat at the bar in the kitchen, neither of them able to look at the kitchen table without thinking about what they had just done. They managed some small talk, but other than talking about work they hadn’t broached any personal subjects. Sierra got the impression Luke was nervous about something, but she hadn’t had the guts to ask him. Now that they were outside, she wanted nothing more than to ask him the questions that she had longed to ask. However, he had somewhat closed himself off, so she once again thought better of it.
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