Luke: Armed and Dangerous (12 page)

When she finally stopped convulsing, he broke away. Trinity could only stare at him,
tasting him on her tongue, her face burning from the scrape of his stubble, her fingers
still lodged between her thighs.

He took her hand, slipping her fingers into her folds and then out, and brought it
to his face. He breathed deep, and a pained expression crossed his rugged features.
“I’ve got to sample you,” he said and then slid her fingers into his mouth, licking
her juices from them with sensual swirls of his tongue.

Oh my God,
was all Trinity could think.
Oh, my God.

Luke’s cock strained toward Trinity, dying to get inside her slick heat. Her unique
flavor only made him want her more, and he gritted his teeth to hold himself in check.
He wanted to take her right out here in the hot tub and drive into her till she couldn’t
walk for a month of Sundays.

The way she was looking at him, her jade eyes an even darker green, her skin flushed
from her orgasm, and her body trembling with desire... he had no doubt she’d let him
in.

If this was any woman but Trinity MacKenna, he’d slide into her now and make her moan.

But Trinity was different. He’d known it from the first time he’d seen her photo in
the MacKenna living room. And when he’d met her, even when he hadn’t recognized her
by her appearance, he’d known this was one special woman.

Luke had no doubt in his mind that he’d have her—he just had to make sure that she
was ready, and there wouldn’t be a single regret when he made her his.

Only his.

But for now, he had to taste her—thoroughly.

Kneeling on the hot tub’s underwater bench, he placed his palms on the inside of her
pale thighs and pressed.

“Luke.” His name was a gasp on her lips as she slid her hands into his hair.

He breathed deeply of her scent as he nuzzled the soft curls of her mound. “Damn you
smell good,” he said, then trailed his tongue over the fine hair to the sensitive
skin between her sex and her ass.

She clung to him as he held her thighs tightly in his hands. He licked the inside
of each of her thighs then gave the soft flesh gentle bites.

He was feeling anything but gentle. It was all he could do to continue his slow seduction.
A sexy woman like Trinity would enjoy some hard and fast loving, but Luke wanted to
give her more than that—and take more, too. In fact, he wanted her heart, because
he aimed to keep her.

The thought surprised him, yet at the same time he didn’t question it.

Trinity’s soft moans became louder and more urgent as Luke worked his way back to
her drenched folds. Her fingers clenched tighter in his hair as he dipped his tongue
into her, tasting her full potency.

Her thighs trembled as he flicked his tongue over her center, and then pulled away.
“Not yet,” he said against her flesh, and then thrust his tongue into her hot core.

That purring sound rose up from Trinity as he licked and sucked. Her taste and smell,
the feel of her body beneath his hands, all made his cock so hard he could probably
bench-press with it. All he’d have to do was rise up and plunge into her heat. He
could more than imagine how it would feel to be buried inside her.

His rampant thoughts added fuel to the intensity of his desire for Trinity. He plunged
two fingers inside her, and as she cried out he nipped at her swollen heat.

She screamed. Her body rocked, and she gripped his hair like she was busting a bronco.
He pressed his face even harder against her, licking and sucking her as she bucked,
coming again and yet again.

“I want you to stand with your back to me now,” Luke said while she was still trembling
with her orgasm.

Trinity audibly caught her breath. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Sure you can, sugar. I’ve got to see that beautiful ass of yours.” He could barely
keep his hands off her as she turned and stood on the underwater bench, facing away
from him, her ass well out of the water. “That’s real nice,” he murmured as he cupped
her smooth cheeks with his palms. “Brace your hands on the decking.”

His hands spread her ass cheeks apart so that he could see her puckered anus, and
he could just imagine sliding into that tight rear hole. He slipped his fingers through
her slick juices and smoothed them back.

“Oh... my…” Trinity’s voice wavered as he circled her anus, and then she gasped as
he slid the tip of his middle finger inside.

Tight, but not too tight. She’d be a nice fit. “How does that feel?” he said as he
slowly pushed his finger all the way to his knuckle.

“Good.” She let out a soft moan as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her anus.
“Really, really good.”

“You’ve done it this way before?” he asked, then gritted his teeth at the thought
of any other man sharing this with her.

“Never.” Trinity shook her head, her hair sliding over her back with the movement.
“But I—I have fantasized about it.”

Luke relaxed. He’d damn sure be the only man who’d do it, too. He increased the motion
of his finger, and she rocked her hips back and forth and rode his hand. “You’ve played
with toys like this... haven’t you?” he asked, and stopped the motion of his finger
but kept it lodged inside her.

“Yes.” A whimper escaped Trinity’s throat that she couldn’t hold back. “Don’t stop,
Luke.”

“I’m not through with you yet.” Luke slipped his finger out and then in the next instant,
he scooped Trinity up.

She gasped as she found herself on her back in his embrace, and she threw her arms
around his neck. “What are you doing?”

Instead of answering her question, he eased onto the underwater bench in the hot tub
and cradled her in his lap. He fondled one of her nipples with his thumb, and she
squirmed on his lap. “Why’d you run out on me at Nevaeh’s?”

Trinity moaned, so incredibly aroused from what he’d been doing to her just seconds
ago. “I—dang. I can’t even think when you do that.”

Luke gave a soft chuckle. “Try.”

“Fear.” She swallowed, her eyes heavy-lidded as her arousal grew. “I was afraid if
I stayed around you, something would happen. Something like this.”

“What’s wrong with what we’re doing?” he asked softly.

“You know.” She could feel heat rise in her cheeks. “A few nights ago, this would
have been cheating. That kiss at Nevaeh’s—it was cheating.”

The blaze in his eyes nearly made her come unglued. “And tonight?”

“Tonight, it’s not.” Trinity let out a moan from his touches. She couldn’t help it.
“I told you, it’s over with him. I called him and told him I wasn’t going to see him
anymore.”

“Damn good thing.” He held her tighter with one arm and continued his exploration
of her body with his other hand. “He’s not right for you.”

Her gaze met his as she tried to straighten in his arms. “You’ve never even met Race.”

Luke grinned at the bastard’s name. “Race?”

Trinity tilted her head up and glared at him. “He’s a great guy. Kind, gentle, thoughtful.”

“You’re too passionate a woman for kind and gentle.” Luke slid his palm down her flat
belly toward her mound and felt her tremble beneath his touch. “After awhile you’d
feel bored and trapped. Wouldn’t be fair to either one of you.”

Frowning, she placed her palm on his bare chest, like she was bracing herself. “You
don’t even know me.”

“Better than you think.” One hand rested on her belly as he slipped the other into
her hair and rubbed the base of her scalp in a slow, sensuous movement. “You’re confident
in your work, but insecure in yourself. You’re sexy and gorgeous, but you don’t even
realize how beautiful you are.” When she dropped her jaw in surprise, he gave her
a smile. “The time I first saw your eyes, it was plain as day.”

Trinity stared at Luke, amazed and unable to speak for a moment. The churning waters
of the hot tub filled her ears along with the sound of her own heartbeat. “We just
met.”

“The pictures Skylar keeps in the family room.” He gently continued massaging the
back of her head as the jets caressed her body. “Months ago when I saw those photos
of you, I thought you’d be worth getting to know real well.”

Prickles raced along her skin. “Who are you?”

“Foreman for the Flying M.” He shrugged. “Been here ’bout six months.”

“You live and work here?” Trinity clenched her fist against his chest, her thoughts
spinning. “At the ranch?”

The corner of his mouth quirked and he nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Oh, lord.

“That’s just great.” She rested her head against his muscled chest. “That’s like leaving
Eve in the garden of Eden not far from the apple tree. Irresistible temptation within
walking distance.”

Luke chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her ear. “Irresistible, huh?”

Shifting on his lap, she felt the hard insistence of his cock pressed against her
ass, and could hardly form a coherent thought for a moment. What if he slid into her
tight rear hole and took her now?

Taking a deep breath, she said, “I don’t know what it is, but you make me forget everything.”
She leaned back and tilted her head to look at him. “Except you. All I can think about
is you. And I barely even know you, Luke Rider.”

“That’s as good a start as any.” He adjusted her in his lap, turning her so that she
was straddling him, his cock pressed against the soft curls of her mound. “For now
I want to see you climax again.” She laced her fingers around his neck and arched
her back as he leaned down to flick his tongue over her nipple. The damp ends of her
hair rubbed over her back as she moaned and squirmed on his lap, against his erection...
dying to feel him inside her, yet hesitating to take that step, to cross that boundary.

Luke slid his forefinger between her thighs as he licked and sucked and gently bit
her nipples. Harder he stroked her, bringing her closer to yet another orgasm.

“I can hardly wait to be inside you, Trinity,” he murmured against one nipple. “I
want you so bad I can taste it.”

“Yes,” Trinity whispered as she rode his fingers. “You’re so big. You’ll feel so good.”

He groaned and bit harder at her nipple, causing Trinity to cry out with the pleasure
and the pain of his teeth sinking into her soft flesh. His cock pressed against her
belly as his hand worked between her thighs, and she wondered when he was going to
slide inside her. Deep. Hard. Fast.

Just the thought was enough to push her over the edge.

A furious climax stole her breath and all her senses, going on and on until she collapsed
against his chest.

She expected him to raise her up, to drive his cock into her core.

Instead it sounded as though he was speaking through clenched teeth as he said, “I’ve
got to go before I lose what’s left of my control.”

“What?” Trinity rose up to look at him, but he grasped her waist with his big hands,
moved her aside, and set her on the bench. “What are you doing?” she asked as he stepped
out of the hot tub.

He snatched the towel off the deck chair and rubbed it over his body. Even while she
was confused by his sudden actions, she couldn’t help but admire his muscled body.

Talk about prime choice cowboy ass!

When he started to yank on his jeans, she scrambled out of the hot tub to stand beside
him, water trailing over her body and trickling to her feet.

“You’re gonna catch a chill,” he muttered, taking the now damp towel and rubbing it
over her shoulders. “I intended to grab a fresh towel for you.”

Conflicting emotions stormed through her. Was he rejecting her now that he knew she
wanted him? Was that why he was leaving? Yet he was rubbing the towel over her so
gently, and instinctively she knew this man didn’t play games.

“Why are you getting dressed?” she asked as he dried her thighs, the soft hair of
her mound, and on down to her calves.

“If I stay around you any longer I’m going to take you, sugar,” he all but growled.
“Right here and right now.”

“Isn’t that what we both want?” she whispered.

Only the sound of the bubbling hot tub and a smattering of chirping crickets were
her response. Luke stood, grabbed her bathrobe off the deck chair, helped her slip
it on, then tied the sash with a rough tug.

“When I make love to you,” he finally said, his voice still rough with desire, “you’re
gonna be sure it’s what you want—and I mean all the way sure.” He caught her cheeks
in his callused palms and forced her to look at him. “No lingering feelings for some
man in England. No rebound issues. No doubts. No fears. No regrets. You’re gonna be
ready for me. For us. Understand?”

Trinity nodded, unable to speak. Barely able to think.

“I want you to meet me this week for lunch.” He brushed her lips with his. “I’ll call
you.”

“Lunch.” Trinity had a wild image of herself naked on a restaurant table with a red
checkered tablecloth, legs spread wide, with Luke pounding into her until the damned
wooden legs of the table snapped underneath them.

She was so far into the fantasy, she wasn’t sure she was really speaking out loud.
“Sure. That’d be great.”

Luke gave her a quick, fierce kiss, then grabbed his boots and T-shirt and strode
into the house without looking back.

“Wayland and his people haven’t turned up anything on Gina Garcia yet.” Rios slid
a folder marked INVOICES down the bar toward Luke as the Watering Hole jukebox kicked
up with some old country tune Luke didn’t know. “We’re coming up empty, too—I say
we pass on your suspicions and we turn her and her barn over to Wayland. Local law
enforcement’ll come closer to getting a warrant than we will.”

Luke frowned. He didn’t want to get a warrant and beat down the woman’s door, or her
barn door, but he was beginning to wonder if that wouldn’t be the best thing.

He took the folder Rios had given him, then had to fight back a yawn as he opened
it. He hadn’t been sleeping well, thinking about Trinity, but now wasn’t any time
to doze on the job.