Falling: A Sexy Alpha Romance Collection

“Luke…” I start but am unsure of what I really want to say.

He doesn’t push me. He always seems to know what I need, and right now I need time to figure out my thoughts. Instead, he says, “Do you know what I think could be fun to do?”

I empty my glass. “I can only imagine. If you’re going to suggest skinny-dipping, I’m not up for it.”

He laughs. My gaze is drawn to his eyes. How I love those laughter lines of his. “I hadn’t thought of that, but I’ll keep it for later.” He shifts forward in his seat and lowers his sexy voice. “For after I’ve loosened you up.”

I suck in a breath and fiddle with my necklace. “Jesus, what have you got planned? What do you think would be fun?”

“Bowling.”

Dead.

That’s what he’s doing to me—killing me.

“Right, so seems as though we can’t go bowlin—”

“We can.” He stands and holds out his hand to me. “I’ve sussed it out. They have a bowling alley in the resort.”

Of course they do.

What was I thinking?

I place my hand in his and give in to the desire his touch shoots through my veins.

I sit back and watch Luke as he takes his go. My gaze clings to his arm and then his ass and then his legs and finally, his face when he turns around. I couldn’t even list the other people in this bowling alley. My attention is solely on Luke.

“I’m not sure how it’s done in bowling, but I’m convinced you’re cheating,” I say when he joins me at the table.

“I know better than to cheat when you’re around.”

“Because?”

“Because you’d never let me get away with it.”

I stand. “True, I wouldn’t.”

I grab my ball and move to the lane. We’ve managed to get through nearly a whole game without him putting his hands on me, but as I hold up my ball, ready to take my go, his body moves behind me and his left arm slides around my waist.

“You’ve been practicing,” he murmurs against my ear.

Goosebumps kiss my skin.

I’m fairly sure my legs are going to give way.

I’m going to collapse right here in front of Luke, holding this big-ass ball.

It’ll probably fall on my foot and break it.

I’ll probably twist my ankle.

I’ll have to fly home with crutches.

“Callie,” he says against my ear. “Stop thinking.”

“Well, stop talking and stop being so damn sexy because you scramble my brain so much that I can’t think straight, which makes me have to try and think harder an—”

He spins me around to face him, and his lips crash down onto mine.