Page 51 of The Hookup
“Shall we get dinner first?” he asked, staring down into her face, his gaze remaining on her moist, red lips.
“You want sex, and you’re trying to bribe me by suggesting dinner?”
“I won’t lie. I’m horny as hell, but I accept that I was out of line the last time.”
He lifted his eyes to meet hers and their gazes locked. “You admit it then?” she asked.
He blinked, in answer.
“You were lucky to catch me home this early today. I haven’t been getting home until after eleven.”
“Then we should make the most of you being home early.”
“We should, because this—” She rubbed him harder, “won’t wait.”
He growled in agreement.
“And don’t treat me like a piece of meat, this time.”
He looked at her, puzzled, and then he understood. That first time, he hadn’t been the best lover. “I won’t.”
She rested her hand on his chest. “I know what this is, Luke, and I’m not expecting anything.”
“Good,” he murmured, leaning close as he took her earlobe between his finger and thumb and pinched it gently. He dropped a small, wet kiss along her neck.
She turned her head towards him, closing off his access to her neck and ear. She was soft against him, and with that silky blouse, he couldn’t help but slide his hands over her body.
“Not on the kitchen table this time,” she cautioned.
He couldn’t help by smile at the memory, his boxer briefs were so tight now that he had to get out of them fast.
“We can do it wherever you want.”
It was rare to find a woman who was practical, and didn’t need a shitload of romancing before getting down to business. A woman who had needs to be met and was as eager as him to get down to it. They kissed again, the soft, mewling sounds as she moaned into his mouth arousing him further.
How much he had missed this woman. It was going to take some focus, keeping it like this, purely sex and nothing more. But, Jesus, she understood him in a way he hadn’t been understood for a long time, and he liked that.
She didn’t make him feel bad, because she didn’t expect more than this.
It was the perfect hookup.
Chapter 17
She could barely breathe. Her heart lurched inside her chest, and her knees buckled. He only had to kiss her, and touch her, and she would lose her mind.
Silly, really, that her reaction was something a teenager might have, not a grown woman who had had many lovers.
But Luke Hunter had this effect on her, and all she could think of was getting naked and making love all night long. He would call it something else, but she knew what it really was. After all, he’d come back to her, hadn’t he?
She’d led him to her bedroom, wanting the comfort of the bed this time. And she’d removed his jacket, he had allowed that, but when she reached for the buttons to his pants, he gently pushed her onto the bed. He tried to hitch up her skirt as she lay there, but the damn thing was too tight and didn’t ride up easily.
“It’s a pencil skirt,” she explained, getting up as he rolled over to the side. The mechanics and logistics of what they were doing suddenly seemed stilted. She stood up and quickly unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, then turned around to see him lying on the bed, looking up at her.
“That’s better,” she said, unsure of whether to join him again.
“It’s definitely better,” he agreed, his eyes roaming over her body approvingly. He was still fully dressed, looking perfectly normal except for that huge tented package in his pants. Her heart pounded, and just when she thought the intimacy of a few moments ago had vanished, he lurched forward, sitting up, his hands encircling her wrists as he pulled her towards him.
Burying his face between her legs, he inhaled her scent, and did no more than that. She let out a low moan, anticipating his next move, needing him to touch her, and take her and give her what he had promised. Widening her stance, she raked her fingers through his hair, grabbing a handful of his silky locks as blood coursed through her fully aroused body. His hands slid to either side of her hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. “You don’t need these,” he murmured, making her gasp when he peeled her panties down, all the way to her ankles.
