Hot Target
Her hands covered her breasts, molding them, caressing them, even as Luke’s tongue pierced the intimate folds of her body, mimicking sex, driving her wild. Katie couldn’t stay still, her hips pumping against him, hands laced in his hair with a damn near desperate need to hold him there until she found release. Until his fingers, his mouth, pressed her over the edge. She tensed, her body stiff before the eruption. He took her to the very last color in that fascinating rainbow of release, then he laid the two of them down on the couch, side by side, his steely-hard erection slipping between her legs.
“Do you have any idea how much I want to be inside you right now?” he asked.
“Then why aren’t you?” she responded, loving the feel of him pressed so close, her back to the couch, her front to him. But even still, in some far corner of her lust-fogged mind, Katie realized the significance of their position, of Luke’s care of her comfort and her leg, despite his obvious arousal. It meant something, but right now she didn’t know what.
Right now, all she could process was how hard he was, and how close to being inside her. A second later, he was inside her, buried deep to her core. Their eyes locked, her hand sliding to the side of his face. Something emotional joined them, a connection that she felt in her chest, and in the way her body clenched his cock. The way she wanted him deeper—wanted him to move in her. And in that split second, Katie wasn’t sure he could ever be deep enough.
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LUKE GROGGILY WOKE to the sound of rain and a dull pounding in the distance. He blinked and took in the dimly lit den, smiling as he found Katie snuggled next to him, lying on her stomach, her pearly-white ass displayed for his admiration. The knocking sounded again, a distant muffled cell phone ring humming in the air, as well. Suddenly, Luke snapped to alertness, fully recovering from his satisfied sleep, a product of another amazing lovemaking session on the couch.
“Katie,” he said softly, running his hand through her hair. “Wake up, sweetheart. I think your men are here.”
Her head lifted. “What? Oh. Oh!” She jumped into a sitting position, her movements jerky and rushed. “Where are my clothes?” She stood. “The den!” She took off running, naked, gorgeous.
Luke could do nothing more than sit there, stunned, aroused, wanting. He stared down at his cock, fast on the rise. “Down, boy.” Then he pushed to his feet and headed after her. His clothes were still in the den, as well.
Luke found Katie already nearly dressed when he arrived. She grabbed his jeans and shoved them at him. “In less than a day, we’ve been busted without clothes two times. Good grief, how does that happen?” A smile touched Luke’s lips as he stepped into his pants. “Are you smiling?” she demanded, slipping on her shoes.
“Of course not,” he claimed innocently. “Why would any man smile after having you naked and moaning his name, not once, but many times, in one day?”
She had shoved her hands on her hips and opened her mouth in what was sure to be a reprimand when her cell phone started ringing on the table. Adjusting her clothes, she then pointed. “Put your shirt on. They must be calling because we aren’t answering the door. I’m going to let them in!”
She started to dart away, and Luke caught her. She pushed at his chest. “Luke! They’re getting rained on!”
He planted a short, firm kiss on her lips. “You might want to turn your shirt around in the right direction.”
Katie’s jaw dropped and she looked down. “Oh, my God.” She scrambled, trying to get out of the shirt, and it twisted into a mess. “I can’t get it right.” She pressed her hand to her head. “Luke!”
“Easy, sweetheart,” Luke said sweetly and took the shirt, turning it correctly for her.
She snatched it and pulled it over her head, then ran her hands over her hair. “Am I okay? Do I look like…we—”
He arched an eyebrow. “Had mind-blowing sex?”
“Luke!” she muttered.
His lips twitched. “Okay,” he said playfully. “No. You don’t look like you just had mind-blowing sex. You look like you need to.”
She grimaced, but the heat in her gaze said she wasn’t angry. “Put your boots on,” she ordered, and started to turn away then hesitated. “Luke. My guys are only here until Texas. I don’t—”
“Want them to know about the mind-blowing sex,” he said. “Check. No problem.” But even as he said the words, it felt like a problem.
Katie stopped, as if she understood his reservations. “Luke?”
Luke grabbed his boots and quickly put them in place. “It’s fine, Katie,” he said. “Go let them in.”
She paused another moment and then sped from the room. Katie’s team was here to catch his stalker, which meant he had to deal with the fact that he had a stalker. Worse, he had to put on a show and pretend he wouldn’t prefer to just get Katie naked again.