Luke’s rough voice made her tingle. So did the way he continued stroking her face. “I’m sick of games.”“Me too.”He cupped her chin with his warm hands and she almost melted into a puddle on the floor. “I want you.” He dipped his head and ran his lips over the curve of her neck, planting wet kisses along her fevered skin. “Since the second I saw you that first night at the club. I’ve tried to fight it.”She shivered as he moved his mouth to her ear and kissed it. “Are you still fighting?”He slid his hands to her waist and pulled her to him. Made sure she could feel the hard ridge of his erection against her belly.“Does it feel like I am?” he murmured before closing his mouth over hers.He kissed her, a long thrilling kiss that sent waves of rapture cascading down her body. His mouth was slow and gentle. So unlike the hungry, urgent kisses he’d given her last night. She lost herself in the taste of him, in his spicy, intoxicating scent. They could have been standing there for hours.
