Saving Dallas (Saving Dallas 1)

I looked around the small kitchen and noticed that even though it was not very large in size, it was nicely decorated and clean. Granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, and deep mahogany hard wood floors scattered with rugs made it feel like a home. I could hear Luke throughout the house. I was just about to hop down and go find him when he came through the door.

"Oh, no you don't," he said walking up to me causing my mouth to go dry. He really was beautiful. "If you fell and hurt yourself, you would mess up my plans, and I have something great in store for you."

I had this friend named Leigh Ann once and every time she saw a good looking guy she would say, "Oh! He makes my liver quiver!" Well, my liver was quivering. "What kind of plans?" I asked trying to sound flirty and failing miserably.

"Well, I know you are tired. You have had a rough night so I thought I would run you a bath and let you sleep in my comfortable king sized bed."

"Well what are you waiting for?" I asked attempting to mirror his smirk.

He stepped in between my legs causing my dress to ride up. Before I could protest, he had my legs wrapped around his waist and was holding me by my bare ass, carrying me to the bathroom. Not letting me go and not taking his eyes off mine, he leaned down and turned on the water. Breaking the silence he asked, "Do you need a minute?" Setting me on the toilet, the urge hit me and I nodded silently, cursing my bladder for being the reason he had to let me go. He adjusted the water then turned and walked out.

Relieving myself, I stood up and glanced in the mirror. Holy- shit. I looked like hammered hell. My eyes were puffy and bloodshot. My hair was a tangled mess, and although the pain had dulled, standing on my own caused me to get a little dizzy, so I held onto the counter.

"It's a common side effect when you hit your head," Luke said, gazing at me from the door. I turned to notice he had taken off his shirt. For some reason, the pain in my head immediately subsided. If Luke looked good in clothes, he looked amazing without them. Tattoos covered his arms from his shoulders to his wrists and his chest was perfectly sculpted and tanned. His abs were flawless and his jeans hung low on his waist showing off the V that formed at his lower abdomen.

“Never seen a half-naked man?" he asked slightly amused at my expression.

"Not like you," was all I could manage to say, and it was the truth. Luke was the epitome of sexy. My eyes were glued to the panty dropping smile on his lips.

"Let me help you." He said taking a step towards me.

"I can do it." I said suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about myself. I was usually so confident, but I was intimidated by him and that made me uneasy.

"Dallas, I promise not to take advantage of you or make you feel uncomfortable. You have had a bad night. I just want to help. I'm afraid if I leave you, you might fall." How sweet he was. I liked sweet biker boy. Hadn't he been sweet to me all night?

"Ok," I said quickly before I could change my mind. I would never see him again anyway. He walked over to me and wrapped his hands around my waist and once more lifted me onto the counter. I was beginning to enjoy the way he carried and lifted me as if I weighed nothing. He knelt down in front of me, grabbing my Jimmy Choo's and pulling them off one at a time.

"I have a thing for heels," he said smiling up at me. Momentarily, I stopped breathing as his hands rubbed my feet that I didn't even know were sore until a soft moan escaped my lips from, letting him know how good it felt. He continued massaging each of my feet while on his knees in front of me. The sight of him, bad boy biker, kneeling in front of me rubbing my feet made me tingle with excitement. Far too soon he stopped and stood, so that he was inches from my face.

Breathing a little heavier now he said, "Raise your arms." I hardly recognized his voice. Knowing I had an effect on him almost sent me over the edge. I slid my dress up over my hips then raised my arms above my head. The heated look in his eyes let me know that he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. He grabbed the end of my dress and pulled it over my head slowly, never taking those ocean blue eyes off of mine. He folded my dress and sat it on the counter beside me, then grabbing my waist helped to steady me as I stood in front of him.