“No!” she gasped and put both of her hands on his chest. She realized that others were looking over at them and lowered her voice. “No. Please. I drove, so I have my car in the parking lot.”
“I’ll walk you to your car then.”
Naya could easily picture what might happen in a dark, isolated parking lot. She quickly shook her head. “Not going to happen either,” she told him firmly.
“Why do you think so?” he asked as he moved closer, ignoring the pressure of her hands on his chest while his own rested lightly on her hips. At least, she suspected that, to a casual onlooker, his hands appeared casual. But his fingers were holding her close, not allowing her to back up in any way.
“Because, if you walk me to my car, you’re going to try and kiss me again.”
He smiled slightly. “I won’t try,” he countered.
“You won’t succeed,” she told him, wrapping her fingers around his wrists. “I’m going home, Luke. Alone. I’m going to sleep alone and I’m going to wake up alone. And what happened earlier tonight was the last time that you’re going to kiss me.”
He laughed again, enjoying the way she challenged him, dared him, and he even liked the way she was trying to resist him. It was hot, in an odd sort of way. Pointless, but yeah, he was turned on by her resistance. “Thinks so?”
“I know so!” she shot right back.
“Let’s just see about that, shall we?” he asked and pulled her out of the lobby and down yet another hallway.
Naya glanced back towards the ballroom, but no savior was there. They’d all left, leaving her to the tender mercies of Luke.
She was just about to protest, to jerk her hand out of his and walk away, when his mouth covered hers. And she knew that she was about to resist him. Really she was! But then he did that nibbling thing and she was lost, moaning as her mouth opened to deepen the kiss while her hands once again slid up his chest, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer to her.
When his thumb traced briefly over her nipple, she gasped and ripped herself out of his arms. Breathing heavily, she stared up at him, her hand still gripping his wrist, her body aching, wanting him to do it again.
“Why did you do that?” she demanded.
Luke moved closer, so turned on he could barely see straight. “Because you’re breasts are beautiful.” He pushed her gently back, further in to the darkness of the hallway. “I want to peel that lovely dress off of you and toss it onto the floor. I have a picture in my mind of you wearing only those silver heels as I make love to you, look down at your naked body on my bed with all of your beautiful red hair spread out on my pillow.” Still further into the darkness. “I want to pull away every layer of the protective barriers that you have built up around you and make love to you until we’re both too exhausted to speak. I want my name on your lips when your body tightens around mine in a climax so intense, you can’t breathe.”
He kissed her then, his hands shifting so that she was once again pinned against him and she whimpered with the same desires. That part of her that knew this was wrong, that Luke was the wrong man for her in so many ways, was silenced by the desire running through her.
His hands moved up her waist and cupped her breasts, his thumb once again rubbing against her beaded nipple and she didn’t care that they were in a hotel hallway, that anyone could walk by and catch them in this intimate pose. She didn’t even realize where they were. All she knew was that she wanted this man in ways she hadn’t thought possible.
A set of dishes crashing to the floor pulled her out of the intoxicating lust she’d been under. Pulling away, she lifted a hand to her lips and wondered how he could do this to her so often.
“I have to go,” she told him and slipped by him.
Luke watched her walk away for perhaps five seconds before he realized she was leaving, walking out into the night. “Naya, wait!” he called out to her. But she only increased her pace. He would have laughed at how she was trying to out run him, but he was too angry with her for putting herself in danger by walking out into the night alone.