Summer Lovin' (5 page)

"Ahh," he said. "Well, does it help that you are so sexy I can't keep my mind on anything else?"

"So it counteracts your sexiness, you mean?"

He nodded. "What else?"

Mia couldn't remember any of her earlier protests. He was so warm, and sexy, and too delicious for words. The more time she spent with him, the harder it was to remember why she had vowed to leave him alone. She wouldn't see him after the next week or so was over, which was a good thing, and if she could keep her head on straight, it would be a fun little fling, with no serious consequences.

She could do that, right? Every girl should have at least one wild fling on her resum
é
.

"I can't remember what else," she confessed.

"I'll help you then," Luke said. His lips turned up into one of those smiles that made her close her fingers tightly around his belt loop. She wasn't falling off the couch, she knew that, but she was in danger of falling into something that made her excited and scared, all at the same time.

"Okay," she managed. "Am I supposed to refute them?"

"It's up to you." His eyes twinkled. "But I can be very persuasive."

"And I can be very stubborn." She couldn't stop the smile that sprang to her lips.

"Even when it's not in your best interests?"

She laughed. "I thought you were promoting your interests."

"That's the beauty of it. It benefits both of us."

"I see."

She pretended to be prim, but his playful growl made that disappear in seconds. She pulled his head closer, tangling her fingers in the long strands of dark hair, unable to resist the gorgeous maleness in front of her. She loved the banter, but right now she needed his mouth on hers, persuading her in a different way. He answered her need with a strong one of his own.

He slid one hand down her side, barely touching the side of her breast. She gasped, just a little, and he halted, until he saw that she was not upset. He slid his thumb across her very obviously aroused nipple, his eyes holding her gaze. She kissed him, to keep from groaning out loud.

A fling was the perfect way to spend the next couple of weeks. They were so compatible, and they were spending all their evenings together anyway. Why pretend that she wasn't interested in a grownup play date with him? She was tough enough to deal with the emotional consequences, when they eventually had to say goodbye.

What was the point of starting a new life if she did everything the same as her old one?

There was no time to answer, because Luke was kissing more insistently, driving out any desire to figure out what to do besides revel in the feelings. She wouldn't be able to say he'd swept her off her feet. She was doing this deliberately and would deal with any fallout later. This was too good to analyze beforehand. There would be plenty of time for that afterward.

Mia heard a whimper. She thought it was her at first, until she heard Luke groan.

"This can't be happening," he said.

The whimper turned to a bark.

"Guess Hellboy is one of the cons," she said.

Luke twisted around to look at the puppy, his tail wagging happily as his paw reached towards them. "You're not as cute as you think right now, hellhound."

Mia hid a laugh in Luke's chest.

Chapter 6

It took only a moment to get Hellboy distracted and put outside. Luke made sure the puppy had food and water to last a week, as well as every possible chew stick and squeaky toy to keep him occupied in the back-yard.

"He should be fine," Luke said, partly to reassure himself. "Right? And it's still plenty warm out there." He flipped on the back porch light and then closed the door, leaning against it so he could see Mia.

"I could donate one of my shoes," she said, her lips tilted up in a seductive smile.

Lust shot through his body so quickly he knew he wouldn't be able to stand upright much longer. He pulled her closer for a kiss. He watched as her eyes closed, and then he circled his arms around her, pulling her snug against him.

"You make me so hot," he murmured.

"Mmm," she said. "I can see that." She giggled, her eyes still closed. "You know what I mean."

He grinned, loving her playfulness. This was going to be fun, for both of them, with no repercussions later. It made him even more excited. He had no idea how much he'd been missing out on by not taking vacations. Of course, it would be tough to top this one.

"Come on," he said, "before we spend the rest of the night in the hallway."

Luke spun her so she was facing forward, her back against his front. It gave him a chance to nibble on her neck and the smooth curve where it met her shoulder. They walked slowly while he fantasized about everything he wanted to do before the night was over.

All at once, she stopped, and his heart lurched.

"You okay?" he whispered against her skin.

She nodded. "I don't know which room it is."

The relief swamped him. "Oh, it's here."

He leaned forward, pressing his arm around her waist so she stayed close, and pushed against the door with his free hand. He flicked the light switch. Thank God it was vacation time because his bed was made, and everything was orderly, unlike the times he came home late at night and threw clothes everywhere.

She glanced around, and he could see she approved of the simple bachelor décor. All he could focus on was the bed, a king, which was going to be put to good use. She walked toward it and then sat on the edge, looking up at him.

He tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden?

"Maybe we should go back to the couch and make out," he joked, running a hand through his hair.

Mia stood up, and Luke wished he hadn't made the comment, especially if she had taken him seriously. But to his relief, she kept her eyes on his and then lifted the bottom of her shirt, pulling it off slowly. He caught his breath, staring at her lacy pink bra as if it was the first one he'd ever seen. She chuckled, which made his face heat up, so he stood up abruptly, grabbing the back of his shirt and tugging it over his head in record speed.

"You are so gorgeous," she said right before putting her mouth on his bare chest, thrilling the hell out of him.

"I was just about to say the same thing."

He stroked her hair, the summery scent wafting upward. In the next instant he felt her hands on his butt. It seemed like a good idea to unhook her bra, and she stepped back so he could see it slipping down her arms, revealing two delightfully sassy nipples.

He dipped his head to pull one of them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the puckered flesh. He had never tasted anything so delicious. He loved how it got even harder as he sucked. But what he really loved was how her hands kept a tight grip on his butt.

"Can you let go of that for just a minute?" he teased. "I need to take off these jeans."

"Now that's what I call an incentive."

She smiled up at him, and he couldn't resist another kiss, one that had them both breathless. He yanked his jeans and briefs off in one motion, kicking them out of the way. He reached to help her out of hers, but she had beaten him to the punch.

She stood there in the sheerest pink panties he'd ever seen. Her eyes widened when she saw him naked, and the slow sexy lift of her lips made him stop breathing.

"Mia, come here before I have a heart attack."

"I might be having one."

She hesitated and then wrapped her fingers around him, her skin soft and cool against his heated flesh. He couldn't take more than a few strokes before he laid her down on the bed, moving her hand away. She pretended to pout.

"I have plenty of other treats," he said. "Don't worry."

She laughed, stretching her arms up towards him. "Give me a treat now then. I'm not good at waiting."

"I usually am," he said. "But not tonight."

He laid down on top of her, devouring her so-sexy mouth. He usually thought of himself as a cool, deliberate lover, but Mia made him way too hot.

She smoothed her hands down his back, setting off a riot of sensations, and then grabbed his butt again.

"I can't keep my hands off this," she said. "It's so firm and smooth and—"

He moved against her and she moaned, right in his ear. If he thought he was too hot before, he was wrong. Now his blood was overheated, as if he'd been left to boil for days. He didn't want to rush, but he didn't seem to have any way to slow down. She moved in such a sexy way, her hands rubbing him in all the right places. He could feel his heart thud every time she breathed his name in response to his touch.

"Luke," she murmured again. "Tell me the condoms are close by."

He scrambled for the nightstand, nearly yanking the drawer out entirely. He grabbed a strip of condoms and tore one off. He had it ripped open and on with blazing fast speed. He didn't want her to cool down or change her mind, but one look at her and he knew he didn't have to worry about that.

She watched him, her eyes sparkling, her lips tilted up seductively as she stripped off her panties. He couldn't believe how beautiful and sexy she was. Actually he could believe that. He'd known it from the first time he saw her on his doorstep. It still seemed like some kind of fantasy, all of that beauty and sexiness in his bed, eager for him.

He slid inside her, closing his eyes at how good she felt, especially her hands on his ass pulling him deeper. He loved how her breasts flattened against his chest, her softness reminding him of his strength, her hard nipples revealing how aroused she was.

He tried to slow down, but she shook her head, whispering, "Please." He couldn't do anything else. He wanted to please her, however she wanted it.

"Oh, God, yes," she said as he pressed harder. She slid her hands to his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. He knew he wasn't going to be able to stop, though if she begged him to, he'd try. He'd do just about anything for her right now, especially with the sexy sounds she made, just for him. Her skin was flushed, her hair wild around her face, her breasts bouncing against him with each of his strokes.

"Don't stop," she said. "Don't—"

Before he could reassure her, she started to moan. He'd never seen or heard anything more exciting. She cried out, completely uninhibited, lost to the sensations. Her body pulsed on his, squeezing so tight he nearly couldn't move.

In the next instant, his head dropped back and he yelled her name, flooded with an incredible pleasure unlike any he'd ever known.

Chapter 7

"Go away," Mia grumbled. She waved her hand to stop the licking. Who would be licking her hand anyway?

She lifted her head, her heart thudding as she tried to get her bearings. That was the problem with sleeping in someone else's house. Panic set in when you didn't see the things you were used to seeing when you opened your eyes.

She was laying on her stomach, in a bed. She glanced around the room, taking in the tan striped sheets and the wooden blinds. This wasn't Sondra's house. This was—

She dropped her head back into the pillow.

Hellboy barked. Several times.

"Shhh, don't be so obnoxious. It's too early for that." She raised her head again. "How did you get in here anyway? Have you learned how to use doorknobs, too?"

His tail wagged back and forth, as if he'd heard her warning as some kind of compliment. She obviously needed to learn the finer points of doggy-speak.

She also had to figure out how to get home, acting like she was used to waking up in a man's bed after a wild night of hot sex. Too bad she hadn't read
The Newbies' Guide to Summer Flings
beforehand so she would know exactly what to do right now.

Hellboy came closer, his adorable face grinning at her.

"Stop being so cute," she said, stifling a yawn with her hand.

"I'm not sure I can."

Mia gave her head a brisk shake and then blinked a couple of times. "I know I didn't have that much wine last night."

Luke ambled over to the side of the bed, and she scooted over so he could sit next to her. His eyes were sparkling, filled with amusement, but it didn't seem it was because she looked like a goofball with hair sticking out everywhere.

No, that expression definitely leaned toward indulgence. He was happy to see her there, wrapped in his sheets.

She hadn't really known what to expect of the morning after, but that surprised her. It might have knocked her to her knees if she wasn't already prone on the bed.

His hand landed gently on her hip, and he leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Would you like some breakfast?"

Hellboy came bounding over, putting his paws on Luke's knee, wagging his entire body. Luke chuckled and patted the puppy's head.

"I think he was talking to me, hellhound," Mia said. "And the answer is an emphatic yes."

"Good. I'm sure we can find something that will satisfy everybody."