“No…” My voice trailed off as I eyed him apprehensively.

“You know what happens now.”

“What?”

“Make-up sex.” His tone was low and throaty.

A shot of heat went straight to my core, and I clenched my legs involuntarily. Graphic visions flashed through my mind, making my cheeks flush. I licked my lips, and his pupils dilated, eyes hungrily raking over my body.

I wasn’t going to make it easy for him, though. “You’ll have to catch me first,” I sang, darting away.

“You’ll never outrun me,” he growled, giving chase.

The hunt was on.

33

Olivia

I ran headlong through the hotel lobby, stumbling a little in my heels, barely registering the surprised glances of hotel guests as I flew past. The lift doors at the back of the lobby were wide open, a guest exiting, and I barged past him, frantically stabbing at the button that would close the doors. I leaned against the smoky glass of the mirrored wall, breathless and laughing, watching as the doors slid shut. A hand appeared in the rapidly closing gap, followed quickly by an arm, and Luke was in the lift with me, the doors finally shutting behind him. He pressed a button on the panel to the side of the doors and the lift began to rise. We stared at each other, the humour melting away and the small space filling with thick, heady sexual tension. Luke prowled towards me, his eyes almost fully black, his gaze feral. Reaching me, he pressed the full length of his hard body against mine and inclined his head so his mouth was hovering over my ear, his hot breath sending shivers through me.

“You’re mine,” he rasped. “Now that I have you back, I’m never letting you go.” He nipped at my ear, then ran his teeth lightly down my neck. I found myself unable to form a coherent thought, waves of white-hot pleasure arrowing through me as he picked me up, my back supported by the wall, his hard cock against my soaked underwear. I trembled, grinding against his hardness as our mouths met in a wild, frantic kiss. Locking my legs around him, I was grateful for the high split of my dress, as I supported myself on his strong shoulders with one arm and the other sliding up into his hair and tugging on it. He growled and bit my bottom lip, immediately licking it to ease the sting.

“Wait,” I managed to breathe. “Where are we going?”

“My room,” he husked out, peppering f

iery kisses all over my face.

With a concerted effort, I moved my hand to his face, gripping his chin. “Bit presumptuous,” I murmured against his lips.

He moved his head back and kissed the tip of my nose. Breathing raggedly, he let me slide to the floor and stared into my eyes, the intense desire in his gaze making my knees weak. He cupped my aching pussy over my underwear, and I whimpered at the sensation, my eyes fluttering closed.

“I can feel how much you want me, baby,” he crooned, pushing my underwear aside and sliding his rough fingers over my drenched slit. “So. Fucking. Wet for me.” He slanted his lips over mine, kissing me and moving his fingers against me until I was trembling and gasping, desperate for him to be inside me.

“Still think me having a room is presumptuous?” His voice, full of lust, was almost pleading. The lift pinged, and he tugged me out of the doors, stopping just outside.

“N—no,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “I’m glad you have it.” Licking my lips, I pulled his head down to mine again. “Do you know why?” I whispered thickly.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to fuck me senseless.”

His whole body shuddered, and he groaned, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me down the hallway, kissing me as if his life depended on it. I returned his kisses, so lost in this man that everything else faded away. Stumbling, rebounding against the walls, we feasted on each other, starving.

He broke our kiss, and I whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Just getting the key,” he said, breathless from our kisses, trying to dig around in his pocket with one hand, supporting me against the wall with the other. I hung on to him tightly, kissing up his neck and over his jaw.

“Baby, you’re killing me here.” He fumbled with the key card, eventually getting the door open, and we tumbled into the room.

The door swung shut.

We clashed together.

There was nothing romantic about it. We clawed at each other hungrily, desperately, all nails, teeth, lips, ripping off clothes, leaving a trail of destruction in our wake. Our foreplay was rough and savage, a punishment and an atonement.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Luke growled. “Bend over the bed.”

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