“When it comes to trouble, I make no promises.”
Chapter Three
Saoirse
Luke was flirting with me, and I was absolutely receptive to it.
Who wouldn’t have been?
He was fricking gorgeous.
Even sitting down, I could tell he was tall, most likely taller than me. His limbs were long and lean, and the skin peeking out from his partially unbuttoned shirt was golden, with just a hint of black hair in the center of his chest.
His dark eyes were heavy-lidded and gave off a sensual glint. My grandmother once mentioned her favorite actor had bedroom eyes, and this was the first time I really understood that term.
Those eyes, compounded with his sharp, square jaw lined with dark scruff and his thick black hair, which seemed to have a mind of its own, continually flopping across his forehead after he scraped it back, made Luke devastating.
Internally, I was panting like a little puppy.
I really hoped I was playing it cool on the outside.
“Since I’m already in trouble, can I push my luck and ask for a tour? I’ve never been in a home quite like this.”
He stared at me for so long I was preparing myself to be rejected. Just when I was about to take back my request, Luke unfolded himself from the couch and rose to his feet. Then he offered me his hand. I slipped my hand in his, allowing him to pull me upright.
He tugged just a little too hard, and I ended up flush against him. “Well, hello.” My hands went to his chest, and his landed on my hips.
I had to look up at him. Not far, maybe two or three inches, but I appreciated that he was taller than me.
“I’m not used to a woman being at my eye level,” he uttered lowly, his gaze sliding across my face.
Neither of us seemed to be in a hurry to pull back.
“What do you think about it?”
He smelled good. Like spice and fresh air. I had to stop myself from shoving my nose in his throat to see if his scent was more concentrated there, right over his thrumming pulse. I bet it was.
“I have a lot of questions I didn’t have before.”
My tongue darted out to wet my upper lip. “Ask them.”
One of his hands dragged from my hips, along my ribs, trailing over my arm and shoulder to the side of my neck. He watched me as he moved higher up my body as if waiting for an objection, but I found nothing objectionable about being in this man’s arms.
His thumb stroked the underside of my jaw, gently tipping my head back.
“Some things can only be answered through experiencing them.” His eyes never left mine as he closed in on me at an achingly slow pace.
Impatience spurred me to rise ever so slightly on my bare toes and press my mouth to Luke’s. He grunted, deep and rumbly, then tugged me deeper into his body, his fingers tangling in the back of my hair and clasping my hip even more firmly.
Despite the almost rough way he held me, his lips were soft and searching. I’d shared drunken kisses with strangers in bars before, but this was nothing like that. Not at all. He was slow and thorough, tasting every inch of my lips before coaxing them to part and sliding his tongue against mine.
My toes curled into the plush rug beneath me, and my entire body melted into Luke’s. His hold on my hip loosened, and he slid his palm to my lower back, teasing the top of my ass. My fingers slipped into the back of his hair, drawing his face nearer to mine.
He tasted delicious, like beer, mint, and something decidedly exclusive to him. I lapped at his tongue and the back of his teeth, and a moan slipped out of me without my permission.
He smiled against my lips, easing back to pepper them with light kisses before pulling away entirely.
“Come on, pretty girl. I’ll show you around.”
Luke led me from room to room, but I barely noticed the contents of any of them. His thumb rubbing the back of my hip had a direct line to my clit, and by the time we were climbing the spiral staircase to his bedroom, I decided I wanted this man and didn’t want to wait to have him.
He pushed open the door to his bedroom and allowed me to enter ahead of him, but he never let go of me. His hand seemed to be permanently molded to my hip, and I had no problem with that. I liked it there.
He stood behind me while I tried to take in his room. A bed, tables, art, lights—that was all that registered. Most of my focus had been stolen by the man pressing his thick erection against my ass as he dragged his lips along my bare shoulders.
“There’s something to be said for a woman almost as tall as me,” he murmured against my skin.
I arched my spine and hooked my hand on his nape. “It’s really convenient when things align.”
“Hmmm.” He sucked on the place between my shoulder and neck. “I’m all about convenience.”
I spun to face him, draping my arms over his shoulders. His fingers dove into my hair, angling my head the way he wanted, then his mouth was on mine. God, did this man know how to kiss. He went in lightly at first, taking almost gentle sips from my lips. It was maddening but, at the same time, addictive.
“You’re good at that,” I told him.
“Your lips taste like fucking sugar.” He pulled away just enough to look at them. The heat swelling behind his gaze was so massive it almost knocked me backward.
I knew he meant it—and not just from his expression. In the next moment, he was sucking and nipping them, trying to steal the flavor off my lips. And I wondered if it was possible to come from kissing. I had to press my thighs together to help with the ache Luke had caused, but it didn’t do much good.
While he was devouring my mouth, his fingers toyed with the straps of my dress, slipping them down my shoulders. His fingers trailed over my collarbone and the slight swell of my cleavage before venturing around me, where I knew he’d find the zipper.
He didn’t ask. One moment, I was secure in my dress, and the next, it was open and sliding down my body. Luke allowed enough room between us for it to fall all the way to the floor.
Breaking away from my mouth, he hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled me toward the bed. He sat down, bringing me to a stop between his spread legs. Lips parted, he took a long, thorough once-over of my body in lacy black panties, a black push-up bra, and absolutely nothing else.
“Fuck. The things I want to do to this body.” His open mouth landed on my belly button, leaving a trail of wet kisses along my abdomen while he cupped between my legs. “I need to eat your pussy.”
I nodded, willing to do almost anything to keep his mouth on me. “Take off your shirt first. Let me see you too.”
He let go of me, leaning back on his hands on the bed. “You do it.”
His low command hit me in the belly, and I dropped to my knees, sliding my fingertips down his exposed chest to the top button. He had already done half the job, so it took no time to unbutton them all and push his shirt open.
My mouth watered at his tautly muscled torso. I was tempted to use my tongue to follow the line of black hair dividing his abdomen and leading into his trousers. But Luke had other ideas.
He grabbed me and tossed me on the bed. Standing over me to shrug his shirt the rest of the way off, he swept his hungry eyes along my exposed flesh.
“Bra off. Get that fucking bra off now, pretty girl.”
My spine bowed at his command. I reached beneath me to unclasp my bra and toss it to the side. Once my breasts were exposed, I had a moment of apprehension. My little tits were my biggest insecurity. But Luke’s gaze became darker, going from hungry to starving. Heat scorched my skin as he drank in my body.