Saving Dallas (Saving Dallas 1)

“You seem to have made some friends,” Luke said smiling down at me, but not touching me. I almost whined as I shifted, trying to draw his attention to my body. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, never letting his body touch mine. “You will have to wait, baby. We have a house full of company.” A groan escaped my lips before I could catch it and his amused expression didn’t sway me in the least.

“Fuck the company.”

He through his head back and laughed, “Not much longer baby, I promise.”

I suddenly remembered my trip tomorrow and the realization must have been all over my face because his expression turned to concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I am just wishing I didn’t have to work tomorrow.” I wasn’t sure why I had not come out and told him, but it made me feel somewhat rebellious and I liked that. He smiled at me, the worry gone from his eyes.

“Well we still have the night. Stay with me?” Like he had to ask…

Chapter 16

It was after midnight when everyone left. I was exhausted and knew I had a long drive ahead of me, but when Luke pulled me into his arms sleep became the last thing on my mind.

“Take off tomorrow. I’ll take you to the beach.” I pulled back looking at him. He was smiling so big his cheeks must have been hurting. I was tempted to say yes. The beach with Luke would be incredible, a whole day of seeing him completely shirtless.

“I have to go to Tupelo tomorrow,” I said pouting.

“Tupelo? For how long?” he asked incredulously. My eyes looked everywhere but at him. Why did I suddenly feel like I had done something wrong? “When were you going to tell me Dallas?” He asked, his voice harsh.

“I didn’t know until Sunday and with everything going on, I didn’t want to bother you.” He dropped his arms from around me and stalked into the bedroom. Did he seriously want a fight? “Luke!” I called stalking after him. “What the hell is wrong?”

“Nothing,” he stated not looking at me.

“Something is wrong.” He was undressing to get in the shower and the fight was out of me as I stood there watching. He had his back to me and I watched as his muscles flexed while he took his shirt off. He was completely naked when he turned around and finally spoke.

“Get undressed.” I was slightly taken aback by what he said. I stood there in shock, not sure what to do. Luke walked slowly towards me. The darkness in his stare was so intense that I had to look away. When he was only inches from my face he stopped. I could tell he was mad, but was trying to control it. “You belong to me. When you decide to just up and leave the city I need to know about it.” I wanted to slap him and tell him I belonged to no one, but when I opened my mouth he silenced me with just a look. “Raise your arms up Dallas.” He spoke with authority in his voice, but so softly that I had almost asked him to repeat it. I raised my arms and he pulled my shirt over my head and then unclasped my bra. He grabbed my belt loops on the front of my jeans and pulled me up against him. Luke was pissed. I remembered seeing him this way only twice before. Once at my house and the last was when I left him at the bar. This could go either way and I knew it. I was scared to death, but a thrill of excitement coursed through my veins.

“A man broke into my house yesterday. He came into my bedroom and touched the face of the girl I love. Yesterday, she was so beside herself that she could not be alone. Today it is as if nothing has happened. Then, this incredibly frustrating woman plans a trip-out of town-and somehow forgets to tell me about it. Now, I am not sure what the fuck is in her head, but I can assure you that within a matter of minutes she will think twice before she ever does that bullshit again.”

His voice was full of malice, his eyes that of stone and I had never wanted him more. I raised my arms around his neck to bring his face down to mine. I kissed him hard, pulling the back of his head down to me and letting my tongue invade his mouth. I could tell he was torn, but when he groaned into my mouth, I knew I had him. He pulled back from me and viciously ripped my pants off. He was like a predator and I the prey. I didn’t care that he had just ripped the buttons from a pair of my favorite jeans, or that I was probably not going to be able to walk tomorrow. At that moment all I wanted was him. He grabbed me around my waist and lifted me onto the counter.