Luke's Touch (Walker Security - Lucifer's Trilogy 2) - Page 18

“Show me,” I challenge.

“We already did this. I did. I still feel angry.”

“Try again,” I order softly. “And if this time isn’t enough. Try again.”

Her eyes glint as she says, “On my terms.”

I don’t get the chance to ask those terms. She’s already lowering herself to her knees, her hand wrapping around my cock. Some part of me still manages to think, though I don’t know how the fuck that’s possible. Ana feels out of control. She’s taking mine. And doing a damn fine job of it, too.

That’s the last thought I have before she’s licking me like I’m a damn ice cream cone, sucking me off like she’s on life support. She goes all in, gripping me at the base of my shaft, cupping my balls, sucking me deep and hard, sucking some more. My shoulders tense where they rest on the wall, my thighs all but buckle. A low groan rumbles from my throat, my gaze locked on the vision that is my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around me, licking, oh yeah, licking the hell out of me.

Up and down, she sucks, up and down.

My hand goes to her head, my eyes shutting with the wet heat of her mouth stroking me. “Deeper,” I murmur because I have no willpower with Ana. “Deeper.”

I can feel her smile against me as if she’s won when I’ve lost self-control. Because that’s what she wants—to feel in control—and I sure as hell can’t complain. I pump against her mouth. I’m in a greedy place now, and while I tell myself to stop now, to pull out, she intentionally draws me deeper, sucks me harder. She knows what she’s doing. She knows I’m right there on the edge.

That’s the thing about Ana. She’s a fucking wet dream in real life. The girl next door, who is as dirty and perfect in bed as she is out of it.

I come, I do. I come right there in the shower, in her mouth, and she sucks me dry. I feel guilty as shit a moment later, too, when I’ve never felt that in the past. I just keep taking from her. I pull her to her feet with every intention of pleasing her—God, how I want to please her—but her hand presses to my chest.

“No,” she whispers firmly. “You came here to say something to me. Now we talk.”

I pull her to me and turn us both, pressing her against the shower wall, and tilting her face to mine. “I know you want control. I know that’s what this is about, but I’m not leaving this shower without making you come.”

“Asshole,” she whispers.

“I’m not taking control, Ana. You had it from the moment I met you. You still have it. Because I have craved you on my tongue every moment of the past two years. That’s how much control you have over me.”

Chapter Fourteen

Ana

Luke is doing what he always does to me, what he did from the moment we met: taking me by storm, backing me into a corner—this time quite literally—and forcing me to see him. This matters because he knows what most don’t know. I had a wall the size of Texas up when he met me. No one got past it, except Luke.

He did.

It’s that storm called Luke.

And I like it as much as I hate it. Damn him and the way he has me pressed against this wall, his cock hard as a rock between us, pressed against my hip. He is the definition of a dominant, alpha male—arrogant, hardheaded, confident, talented both with and without his clothes on—but there has always been a depth of character beyond that persona. A man who cares about everyone and everything more than he lets most discover.

But he did me.

As for me controlling him, I do so when he allows me to do so. He knows when that’s what I need or even when that’s what I demand and I mean business. He understands the right and wrong times to play those power games, the right time always being when we’re naked. And I like it. I’ve always liked it. All the men in my world, walking around with their dicks in their hands, telling me how big and powerful they are, weren’t either of those things. And if they were, I didn’t want to know.

But Luke was different. He dragged me to him that first night, kissed me, and left me weak in the knees and panting for more. Falling in love with him was inevitable. Falling out of love with him was impossible. Resisting him now, while we’re both naked and he’s touching me, is a mighty feat, that far greater women would fail to achieve. But those women didn’t just have him stab them in the heart like he did me, either.

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