Overheard (4 page)

“Want to get out?” Luke asked as he cut the engine.

“And freeze to death?” Gracie asked in mock horror.

“I’ll keep you warm.”

She stared at him, shivering slightly at his promise. Well, she was no wimp, and she was willing to see where this took them. She opened the door and stepped into the crisp night air.

She breathed in deep and stared out over the water. It was a crystal clear night and the stars shone brightly in the sky.

Luke walked around the front of the truck and leaned against the hood. She moved to stand beside him. Damn it, she was already cold. No way she was going to stand out here for long.

He reached for her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her to stand in front of him. Then he wrapped both arms around her body until her back was firmly melded to his chest. He tucked her head underneath his chin.

“Better?” he asked.

She was warm from head to toe. There wasn’t an inch of her skin that didn’t feel like someone had taken a blowtorch to it. She nodded her head.

“So tell me something about you I don’t already know,” he said against her hair.

She laughed. “But you already know everything about me.”

“Not true. I think there’s quite a bit I don’t know about you,” he said softly. “I want to know what makes you tick, Gracie. What your dreams are. Your fantasies.”

“My fantasies?” she squeaked.

She closed her eyes. No way was she going there. She’d tried that with Keith and it had led to their immediate breakup.

“Hmmm, I can feel you blushing. You must have some juicy fantasies.”

She stiffened in his arms. She didn’t want to waste her time or his. No, she didn’t really want to go into it, but if he were going to scare off, she’d rather it be now than later. If he couldn’t handle hearing about the real Gracie, then he certainly wasn’t worth her time.

Luke felt the rioting emotions in her. Knew she was waging a battle with herself over whether to share that part of herself with him. He held his breath, hoping she’d trust him.

She turned in his arms, the light of battle in her eyes. She looked at him almost defiantly. “I’ll tell you mine but you have to tell me yours.”

She was testing him. He could tell. She thought he’d tuck tail and run just like her last pussy boyfriend. She was afraid to share that intimate part for fear of rejection, and who could blame her with the way dipshit had responded.

“Oh, I’ll tell you mine,” he said calmly.

“I like sex,” she blurted. “Good sex. Or I should say I’d love good sex.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriends not satisfying you in that department?”

She ducked her head. “No,” she mumbled.

“Go on,” he urged.

She stepped back a bit and took a deep breath. “I want a man who doesn’t feel like he has to stop and ask permission every step of the way. I want someone who can take control and make it good for both of us. I want someone who is creative and doesn’t have to be coached.”

“You don’t want someone who has to be told how to satisfy you,” Luke spoke up.

“Exactly! And…and…I want to experiment, do something different, and I’d love to have a partner who could make that happen without making me feel like a freak.”

They were getting somewhere now.

“What would you like to do, Gracie?” he prompted.

She wrinkled her nose and grinned. “I have a kinky streak in me a mile wide. I’d love to be tied up, spanked and my brains fucked out. And…I’d really love to have a threesome.”

“Another woman?” Luke asked, pretending ignorance.

She shook her head adamantly. “No, me and two men.”

“Ahh.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked defensively.

He put his hands out to her shoulders. “Gracie, it doesn’t mean anything. You’re not a freak. Lots of women have these fantasies. They’re healthy, normal fantasies.”

She relaxed a little. “You don’t think I’m weird?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I think you’re weird, but not because you have kinky sex fantasies.”

She surprised him by throwing her arms around him and hugging tight. He eased his arms around her and held her, running a hand through her curls. He probably shouldn’t push things yet, but he’d been dying to taste her all night.

He tugged gently at her hair until her head fell back. He cupped a hand to her cheek and gently ran his thumb down her jaw. Her lips fell open in silent invitation and it was all he needed.

His lips found hers, hot, flushed and needy. She tasted sweet, and she felt incredibly soft against his hard body. He loved that, loved the way she fit so perfectly against him.

Her mouth opened wider against his kiss and the tip of her tongue feathered over his. He caught it and sucked it further into his mouth. Their tongues rolled and tangled as the sounds of their breathing echoed into the night.

If they were anywhere but at the lake on a cold night, Luke would lay her down and strip her naked. He’d get between her thighs and slide so deep into her pussy that she wouldn’t know where he began and she ended.

With more willpower than he thought he possessed, he pulled away from her.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Yeah, wow,” he agreed. “I had a feeling we’d be like an inferno if we ever got together.”

She stuck her hands in her pockets and looked away for a minute. Then she glanced back at him, her eyes still echoing her need. He reached out a thumb to glide over her swollen lips. Lips he wanted to devour again.

“Want to go out again tomorrow night?” she asked. “I pick the place this time.”

Luke looked at her in surprise. Was this another test?

“Okay. Sounds good to me. What time should I pick you up and what should I wear?”

“Eight o’clock and jeans and a T-shirt are fine. Don’t overdress. You’ll be getting hot.”

His body surged to attention at her words. Innocent or not, they were full of innuendo. But she didn’t elaborate, so clearly she was going to let him ponder just what it was they were doing.

He mounted the steps and knocked lightly. She opened the door and bit back a smile of satisfaction at his double take.

“You look…fantastic,” he murmured.

She reached for her jacket and noted his disappointed grimace when she slid it on. “Ready?” she asked.

She grinned smugly all the way to the truck. The top she’d chosen was more suited for warmer weather. The thin straps looped over her shoulders and the built-in shelf made wearing a bra unnecessary. The material molded and cupped her breasts like a lover. Every curve was outlined in vivid detail. She liked to call it her bitch in heat shirt. And where they were going, she planned to work up a sweat.

“So where we going?” Luke asked when they got into the truck.

“Downtown,” she said vaguely.

He looked curiously at her but started the engine and drove out of her driveway. Fifteen minutes later, they got off the freeway and headed toward the downtown section.

“Take the next left,” she directed.

They turned onto a smaller street and she pointed toward a stop sign.

“Take a right.”

She leaned forward in anticipation as she spotted the club. “Here, turn into the parking lot,” she directed.

Luke pulled in and parked then cut the engine. He looked over at her. “Rave? We’re going to Rave?”

“You don’t dance?” she asked innocently.

“I’ve been known to dance,” he said slowly.

“Then let’s go.”

She slid out of the truck and met Luke around the front. She’d shed her jacket and hopped a bit to keep warm in the cold air.

“Let’s get inside before you freeze,” Luke muttered.

As soon as they stepped inside, the fast beat of the music swelled and pounded. It vibrated the floor beneath their feet and exploded off the walls. Her pulse quickened as the beat invaded her veins.

“Let’s dance,” Luke shouted beside her.

He tugged her out toward the crowded dance floor. Couples moved and gyrated in time with the music, their bodies meshed in sensual poses.

Gracie hesitated, unsure of herself for the first time.

Luke leaned in toward her ear. “Pretend for a minute that I’m one of your boyfriends. You’ve brought me here to dance. Come on, Gracie, what would you do?”

He was taunting her, daring her. And damn it, she never backed down from a dare.

She looped her arms around his neck and swung her pelvis into his groin. She moved and swayed, getting into the heady beat. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she rubbed her breasts across his chest.

After a few moments, she rotated in his arms, grinding her ass into his hard cock. Oh yeah, she could feel the bulge against her behind. She leaned into him and reached up, twining her arms behind her around his neck.

She writhed against him, bumping and thumping as he moved in sync with her. His hands crept around her, moving slowly, seductively over her belly.

She shivered as a flash of need, centered in her abdomen, shot out in ten directions. Her pussy tightened, her nipples beaded and the hunger within her grew.

His hands moved up inching closer to her breasts. Would he touch her in public? She knew the club goers here were about as uninhibited as they came, but she wasn’t sure if Luke would feel comfortable indulging in that sort of activity.

Then he cupped both breasts through the thin material of her shirt and she gasped at the erotic sensation that bolted through her body. He massaged and plumped them both, lightly caressing the sensitive flesh.

One of his hands dropped, sliding down her body as the other kept kneading her breast. Lower still until his thumb brushed over her belt loop and caught there. His fingers dipped to the juncture of her thighs until he touched her pussy through her jeans.

Her body jerked in reaction and she moaned softly. He continued to rub up and down, dipping farther between her legs. She ground her ass against his cock, her movements becoming more restless by the minute.

“Undo your jeans for me,” he said close to her ear.

“Here?” she asked.

“This is your place, Gracie. You wouldn’t have brought me here if you hadn’t wanted this to happen.”

She gulped nervously and reached down with shaky fingers to undo the snap of her jeans. Around them, the dancing continued and no one seemed to notice or care what she and Luke were doing.

“Arms back up now,” he ordered.

She slid her arms back up over her head and wrapped them around his neck until she was once more locked in his embrace.

The hand he had on her breast lowered to the hem of her shirt. He dipped underneath until his hand came into contact with her bare skin. Then he slid his hand back up toward her breasts until he flicked over her nipple.

The nipple ring dangled and he plucked gently at it.

“Very nice,” he said in her ear.

She’d forgotten all about the nipple rings and how he might react to them, but based on his response, he was far from turned off.

He continued to play with the nipple ring as his other hand delved into her pants. She sucked in her breath as his fingers found her clit and began rubbing in a slow, torturous circle.

“I want you to come for me, Gracie. Right here, right now.”

Oh God, if he only knew just how close she already was.

He pulled harder at her nipple ring and bent his head to nibble at her neck. His fingers moved faster over her pussy, separating the folds and flicking at the button between them.

Her breathing sped up. Then just as he sank his teeth into her neck, he pulled sharply at the nipple ring and he pinched her clit.

She exploded against him in a rush of heat. She sagged heavily in his arms, and he caught her against him, holding her tightly. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure poured over her as the music swelled in the background. Her legs shook, and she felt weak all over.

Finally he eased his hand from her pussy. He let his other hand fall from her breast and carefully withdrew it from her shirt. He reached around her with both hands and redid her snap before arranging her shirt for her.

“Maybe we should get a drink now,” he suggested.

She nodded numbly and followed him off the dance floor. They took a table far enough from the dancing and music that they might actually be able to hear each other without shouting.

“What the hell was that?” Gracie asked after they placed their drink order.

Luke fixed her with one hell of a sexy stare. “I should be asking you that. Didn’t you set me up for that?”

She opened her mouth but couldn’t think of a single thing to say. “No, I mean yes, but no, I wasn’t setting you up. I just wanted to see…”

“If I’d run scared if you took me to a place like this?” he finished.

“Yeah,” she finished lamely. “Something like that.”

“I’m not like your other boyfriends, Gracie.”

“No, you’re not,” she said truthfully. “That was, honest to God, the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me in my life.”

Luke grinned. “Honest. Yep, that’s what I love about you.”

“You didn’t…you didn’t mind the nipple rings?”

He stared strangely at her. “Mind? I was turned on as hell. I can’t wait to see them. I bet you look incredibly sexy with them dangling from your nipples.”

She grabbed for the drink being delivered and drank greedily. God, she had to do something to cool off or she was going to go up in flames.

Finally she put it down and stared intently at Luke. “Is that where we’re headed, Luke? Are we going to have sex?”

“I could lie and say no, but I won’t. That’s precisely where we’re headed, Gracie.”

Delicious tickles licked up her spine. Her insides quivered and her nipples tightened. For the first time in a long time, she looked at sex and had no idea what to expect.

“Not right away,” he continued. “I want to see you a few more times. I’m having fun seeing you as more than a buddy. You’re a beautiful woman, Gracie, and I’m enjoying you very much.”

He leaned in toward her until his mouth was inches from hers. “Would you trust me enough to go somewhere with me for the weekend? For Valentine’s Day?”

“Valentine’s Day?” she echoed.

“Call it our fantasy weekend,” he said. “Make plans to get next Friday off work. I’ll pick you up Friday morning, and we’ll spend the weekend together. I promise you won’t regret it.”

She sat back in her chair and stared at him open mouthed. Spend an entire weekend with him. Having sex. A fantasy weekend. Her entire body tingled at the thought.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

She nodded. “You know I do.”

“Then let me plan this. Say you’ll go.”

She must be out of her mind. No one did this sort of thing after two dates. But this was Luke. Not some schmuck she’d just met. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her and would probably give her the best sex of her life.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll do it.”

“Good. That’s just next weekend. Not long at all to wait.”

“No,” she agreed. “So what do we do in the meantime?”

“We get to know each other better,” Luke said. “And we dance some more.”

He gestured toward the dance floor. “You ready for round two?”