Everything You've Got: Anything & Everything, Book 2 (18 page)

“You just look hot. And you suddenly vaulted for the bathroom. I was just putting two and two together.”

“Well, obviously there are other reasons for those two things. I’m fine. Drop it.”

“Reasons like what? I’m just concerned here.”

“The only thing I need is—” She was going to say,
For you to shut up,
but instead she trailed off.

“Is what?” Luke asked.

He did actually look concerned. What the hell? He did have what she needed. It was a long drive to be sitting so uncomfortably. And it was inevitable. They were going to have sex. The only real question was when.

“What I need is for you to pull this RV over and take your pants off.”

He stared at her for so long the RV started to drift toward the center line. “Luke!”

He pulled it back over quickly—thankfully, they were on a highway in rural Nebraska, which meant only occasional oncoming traffic—and said, “You have to take yours off this time too.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. I fully intend to get mine this time.” Fully. At least twice.

Screw getting to Nashville. Or ever getting back to Justice for that matter. Out here she could be the perfect woman Luke thought she was. She could treat him the way he deserved. She could ignore her mistakes. She could indulge in all her fantasies.

Screw Justice. Definitely.

Luke’s voice was rough when he asked, “Can you wait thirty minutes?” He cleared his throat. “Not that I’m sure I can, but it might be better that way.”

“Thirty minutes? From the guy who has been pulling over at every possible opportunity?” she asked. She was sexually frustrated, dammit. “Why?”

“Honey, the stuff I want to do to you is gonna take some time and I want to find a good place to pull over and stay for a while.”

Her toes literally curled. Well, in that case. “I guess I can wait thirty minutes. But not thirty-one.”

“What happens at thirty-one?” he asked, clearly amused.

“I go in back and get my battery-powered friend out again.”

She realized her slip almost the moment she made it.

He coughed, looked at her, looked back to the road, coughed again and said, “Battery-powered friend?”

Okay, maybe he hadn’t heard the
again
part. “My travel buddy,” she said easily. “Never leave home without it.”

“You’re killing me here,” he muttered. He shifted in his seat. “What do you mean
again
?”

So he’d heard that after all. “Um, nothing.” She squirmed in her own seat and looked over at the speedometer. “Sixty-five? That’s it? Really?”

“Have you seen the size of this thing?”

She couldn’t help it. It was her super-turned-on-rushing-hormone state, she knew, but everything was starting to sound suggestive. She giggled, slapped her hand over her mouth, but giggled again.

He was smiling when he looked at her. “What?”

“Actually I
have
seen the size of that thing and, wow, loved every inch.”

He groaned and chuckled at the same time. “Girl, you’re
seriously
killing me here. We have to get somewhere that it’s safe to park this beast.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” She really tried to stop laughing. She pressed her lips together. But it wasn’t working. She snorted again.

“Kat,” he said warningly.

“Sorry.” She raised her hands when he looked suspicious. “Really. I don’t mean to.”

After a pause he said, “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“What?” Feeling bold and brazen she leaned onto the arm of her seat. “Your cock? Oh yeah.”

Luke choked and pressed a little harder on the gas pedal. “I’ve never heard you use that word.”

“No, probably not. We’re not usually in settings where that’s appropriate.”

“I knew you wouldn’t be shy about all of this though.”

“What’s that mean?” she asked, seriously wanting to know.

“You’re up front with everything. I knew you’d be a dirty-talker.” He gave her a sexy smile. “I like it.”

She thought about it. She wasn’t necessarily
not
a dirty-talker. But she hadn’t really been with men who made her feel like doing it. She hadn’t used graphic language to tell them what she wanted. She didn’t use it to turn them on. They’d all been turned on enough.

But now, looking at Luke and thinking of every dirty word she knew, she wanted to tell him exactly what she wanted because she knew he’d deliver. Every detail. That was who he was. Conscientious to a fault. She almost laughed again. His tendency to always make sure everyone else was taken care of was going to get him some great dirty talk and some hot sex.

She also wanted to get him beyond turned on. She wanted him wild, out of control, crazy.

Yeah, she could talk dirty. Definitely.

“What did you mean by
again
?” he asked.

“Again?”

“When you said you would go in back and use your little friend
again
?”

“Nothing. Just slipped out.”

“Kat?” He looked over at her. “Did you use your vibrator when you went back there?”

For all the good it had done her.

“Yeah, so?”

“So, I think that’s pretty fucking hot.”

A flash of heat shot through her stomach and her eyes widened. “I haven’t heard you talk dirty before today either.” And, God help her, she really liked it.

“We’re not usually in settings where that’s appropriate,” he said, repeating her words back to her. “What do you think?”

“Of the dirty talk?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“I think that earlier when you said you wanted to put your mouth between my legs I almost came right then and there.”

“Hell,” he muttered as he seemed to be making himself concentrate on the road. “I’m never going to make it another twenty-some miles.”

She grinned, totally full of herself suddenly. She leaned back, propped her feet up on the dashboard and said, “It’ll be worth the wait.”

He glanced over, his eyes lingering on the bare leg revealed by her skirt riding up. “I have no doubt.”

That was nice. The whole thing was really hot and for better or worse they were going to have RV-rattling sex pretty soon, but she truly felt like Luke was anticipating this, appreciating it even. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had sex with a man who actually felt like it was…monumental in any way. Okay, maybe monumental was exaggerating things, but she still felt like Luke thought this was important. And it was nice. Really, really nice.

She rolled her eyes at that. Only Luke Hamilton would manage to pull off
hot
and
nice
at the same time.

“Let’s talk about something else, to keep your mind off your cock for a while.” She emphasized
cock
because she knew it would get a groan from him.

It did.

She really liked turning him on.

“My mind is more on your pussy than my cock, but okay.”

Damn. She’d never in her life imagined Luke Hamilton would use the word
pussy
.

“What’s a safe topic?” she asked.

He took a deep breath. “Okay.” He seemed to be thinking hard. “What’s your favorite food?”

She laughed. “That’s the best you can come up with?”

“Sorry. My brain seems intent on replaying our last half hour or so, rather than coming up with interesting repartee.”

Instantly her brain also replayed the highlights. Of course, all of it had been highlights.

“Okay, um…” She cleared her throat. “Of all foods of all kinds I’d have to say manicotti.”

“Your favorite—as in you’d do anything for it?”

She gave him a sly look. “Maybe.”

“Might have to think about putting that on The Camelot menu.”

She laughed. “Marc makes great manicotti.”

He frowned. “When has Marc made you manicotti?”

“When he wants to get me to do something.” She said it teasingly, really liking that he sounded jealous.

“Well, no more manicotti from anyone but me.”

“What if I’m—”

“No.”

She grinned. Yep, she really liked him jealous. “Even if I’m—”

“No. In fact, no one should be doing anything to get you to do stuff. Except me.”

“Can you make manicotti?”

He hesitated there and she laughed. “So how are you going to get me to do stuff?”

Luke gave her a cocky grin. “I can be very…charming…when I need to be.”

“Yes, I know,” she murmured. That was one word for it anyway. It was safe to say that Luke could probably get her to do anything he wanted and it wouldn’t take charm.

He did have it in spades too. Though it wasn’t his charm per se that drew her, she did love watching him work a room.

Watching Luke in the dining room of his restaurant was truly a sight to behold. He was warm, sincere, taking time to talk to anyone and everyone who wanted to chat, taking compliments in stride, publicly acknowledging his staff’s hard work. He was so genuinely happy when he was there that it was obvious he’d found his calling.

It was strangely sexy.

The Camelot was more than a restaurant, more than a way to make a living. It was his way of taking care of the community he called home. There was no doubt the Camelot was a staple in Justice and the surrounding area.

It was something that would become a family business, passing from Luke and Marc to their children and beyond.

Suddenly she couldn’t take a deep breath.

Damn. She sat up a little straighter and concentrated on moving air in and out of her lungs for a moment.

Oh, boy.

The thought of Luke’s children had choked her up.

“Kat?”

“I’m fine. I’m just—”
Madly in love with you.

“Kat, there’s a car in the ditch up there.”

There sure was. Every other thought fleeing in the face of the potential emergency, Kat was already unbuckled by the time Luke parked the RV along the side of the highway.

Chapter Seven

“There’s someone in the driver’s seat,” she called over her shoulder.

“I’m right behind you, babe.”

Her doctor-on-the-scene-of-an-accident adrenaline was pumping, but she still noticed and loved the
babe.
“Call 911,” she told him, forcing herself to concentrate.

“You got it.”

The decline into the ditch was sharp and Kat’s flip-flops skidded in the dirt as she headed for the driver’s side. “Ma’am?” she called as she knocked on the window. “Can you hear me?”

The woman turned toward her slowly. Kat could see blood on her forehead and could tell, even through the window, that she was dazed.

Kat could hear Luke talking to the dispatcher, giving them their location. “Tell them she’s conscious,” she called up to him. “Only one person in the car.”

Luke gave the report while Kat pulled up on the door handle. It opened and she reached in to steady the woman.

“I think I know what happened,” Luke said, skidding down the hill to Kat’s side.

“Yeah?”

“There’s a really dead deer a little ways up.”

Kat wrinkled her nose. “That makes sense.” There was always wildlife to contend with on the rural highways in Nebraska. Deer, obviously, caused more damage than raccoon or pheasants though. They could cause a hell of an impact and if the woman had tried to avoid the collision or had overcompensated after hitting the deer, that would explain how the car ended up in the ditch.

“So, what do you want me to do?” Luke asked.

“Just stay close.” She’d been assessing the woman’s breathing pattern and visually inspecting for other injuries. It seemed that the cut on her head was the only bloody area, which was good. The woman lifted her hand to her head—movement was a good sign. “I’m Kat. I’m a doctor. I can help, okay?”

The woman nodded, then winced. “My head hurts.”

“I need a clean cloth, Luke,” Kat said over her shoulder. “What’s your name?” she asked the woman.

“Sandra,” the woman answered softly.

“Do you have pain anywhere else, Sandra?” She would later if she didn’t now, but the shock might be masking anything serious.

“Just my head. I think.”

“Do you know what day it is?”

She did.

“Do you know where you are?”

She did.

Luke pressed a clean dish towel into Kat’s hand and she applied it with gentle pressure to Sandra’s head to help with the bleeding. “Can you hold this up here?” Kat asked her.

Sandra lifted her hand and was able to keep the cloth against the gash.

“Okay, so far, so good. I’m just going to do a little poking, see if there’s anything else going on to worry about right now,” Kat told her.

Sandra nodded her understanding and Kat ran her fingers over the woman’s ribs, collarbones, neck and down her back. “Everything feel okay?”