Everything You've Got: Anything & Everything, Book 2 (22 page)

“We had lunch in the park.” He lifted his hands to her upper arms and rubbed up and down. Was she in shock or something? “Maybe we should talk.” He wanted her to open up, to let him close.

“But you’ve been working so hard. I thought you might…” She sighed. “Never mind.”

“You were going to cook for me?” he asked. Instead of saying
I love you too
or telling him what was bothering her? Okay. Maybe she needed to work up to the rest. He could go with that, for now.

“No. I was going to get out some of the food Marc packed for us.”

“Still, it could be construed as a play to soften me up,” he teased gently.

“Soften you up for what?”

“Sex.” That, he knew she’d reciprocate. And they had to start somewhere.

She snorted at that. “All I have to do is snap my fingers and point at the bedroom.”

He walked forward, backing her up against the countertop. “Snap your fingers, babe.
Please
.”

She stared at him with her mouth open. “I um…” She finally swallowed and said, “We’re in the parking lot of a nursing home.”

“I loved working with you here today, Kat.” He moved in even closer, pressing hips to hips. She was going to know exactly how turned on he was. “I know it sounds weird but you were so sexy as you were hauling garbage.”

She actually returned his grin. “It doesn’t sound weird. You were too.”

“The fact that you jumped right in there, that you didn’t even hesitate, that you understand why I wanted to stay—that’s all part of why I want you so damned much.”

Desire lit her eyes and her voice was almost a whisper when she said, “I feel the same way.”

He dropped his voice. “Snap your fingers, Kat.”

She licked her lips and lifted her hand. And snapped her fingers.

Luke groaned. “One of my favorite sounds.”

He moved away only far enough to close the blinds. As he did, he heard the lock on the door click and he turned, ready to tell her everything he was feeling. But she’d already taken her T-shirt off and thrown it over her shoulder into the front seat.

Her bra was simple cotton—in hot pink. The only decoration was the two hard nipples pressing into the cups, begging him to touch.

But he had so much to say to her first. So many things he wanted to be sure she knew.

“Kat, I just want you to know…” He blanked on the words he wanted and had to start again. “I have to tell you that…”

She was watching him, a sexy, confident almost-smile on her face. It was the look of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing to the man before her—and loving every minute of it. She didn’t say a word as she undid the button at the top of her jeans and pulled the zipper down before pushing her jeans to the floor and kicking them to one side.

Her panties were also hot pink cotton. They weren’t skimpy, high cut, low cut or otherwise risqué. In fact, they were very normal, likely on two hundred women at this very moment. But Luke felt his blood rushing through his body and gathering hot and heavy in his cock.

“Pink.” Even though she’d told him it was her favorite color, he still was trying to wrap his mind around that. He would have never guessed pink.

“Pink,” she said.

He wanted to rip them from her body.

“I’m in love with you, Kat,” he said gruffly stepping forward. “I’m sure of it.”

Kat sucked in a quick breath but said nothing. Instead she reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

As it fell forward on her arms, revealing her breasts and nipples, Luke was the one to suck in a breath. She was…beautiful didn’t fit, gorgeous wasn’t right…

Then it came to him…she was the only woman he wanted to see like that ever again.

He had to get the rest of this out before he lost all ability to think. “It’s not about your favorite dessert or what music you listen to. I love that you argue with me and fight back. I love that you’re not afraid to tell me I’m being a dumb-ass or to go to hell if I try to tell you something you don’t want to hear. I love that you know exactly what you want and where you want to be. I love that you’re sure of yourself and what you can, and even what you can’t, do. I love that helping other people is second nature to you. And I love the way you feel, look and sound when you’re sucking on me, and I’m going to love sucking on every inch of your gorgeous body.”

She didn’t say a word as she hooked her thumbs in the top of her panties and pulled them down, also kicking them away when they reached her ankles. She stood before him, completely bare and just let him look. She didn’t talk and she’d definitely taken his words away.

There were no piercings he hadn’t seen before. She had body paint swirled around her upper arms, her wrists and ankles but there was nothing marring the perfect skin from collarbone to midthigh. It was as if she only decorated the surfaces that people could see. Underneath her clothing she was all natural. And he loved that he was getting to see it.

She moved close enough so she could grab the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. When he moved to help with his jeans, she pushed his hands away, stripping the jeans and underwear down together. He wondered for a moment if she was going to suck him again, but she stood and he kicked his clothes to the side.

Keeping her eyes on his, she lifted her hands, but instead of touching him, she cupped her breasts. He blew out a breath at the erotic sight. She played with her nipples, rolling and pulling, the tips lengthening. Then she slid one hand down over her stomach and lower, through her curls, until the pad of her middle finger disappeared into the hot folds. She rubbed her finger back and forth, then circled, watching him watch her.

He thought he was going to die.

He wanted to talk about his feelings and she seemed determined to get straight to the sex.

God. He’d turned into the girl.

But he’d said he loved her. She hadn’t responded. Other than the fact there’s no way she could have missed it, he didn’t even know for certain that she’d heard him. But he’d said it. And he’d say it again and again.

Comfortable with the fact that he’d put the feelings first, he reached for her and pulled her up against him. As their bodies bumped together, her hands dropped and he moved to kiss her, but before he could, she’d taken his cock in hand and began stroking him. He lost all train of thought.

She walked him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bench by the kitchenette table. She pushed and he sat, but she quickly crawled up, straddling his lap. This seemed like a fantastic idea.

“Don’t be shy, babe.” His palm spread on her back, he urged her forward, determined to take her mouth. Again she changed things, moving up on her knees and putting a nipple to his lips.

Luke wasn’t going to argue. He swirled the firm tip with his tongue, then pulled it into his mouth, sucking long and hard. She groaned and tangled a hand in his hair to keep him where he was. Her other hand continued to stroke him, so he moved his hand too. Right up her thigh and into the hot slick center of her.

“Oh,” she moaned, her head falling back and her eyes closing.

“I want to see and touch and lick every inch of you,” he said against her throat. “Let me lay you back on the bed, spread you out—”

She lifted her hips, moved forward and sank down on him.

“Or this will work,” he ground out, his hands going to her hips and pressing up into her. “God, Kat.”

“I don’t care about anything but both of us coming as hard and fast as we can,” she murmured by his ear.

His fingers curled into her hips, slowing her lifting and lowering. “Whoa, babe. I appreciate the sentiment, but we can take a little time.” He wanted to enjoy it, feel every centimeter as he slid in and out, watch her breasts bounce, see her face as he gave her the best orgasm of her life.

“I want you, Luke. I want you now. Hard.”

She rolled her pelvis and Luke almost lost it. He braced his feet against the floor and lifted his hips, driving deep. Fine, if she insisted, he’d take her hard and fast. This time. They had all night for slow and sweet. They had the next several days. They had the rest of their lives.

Kat reached between them, her middle finger circling her clit and Luke felt her muscles clench around him. The pace increased exponentially from there and soon they were climbing the peak. She came just moments before he felt his climax crash over him.

She slumped against him a moment later, dragging in deep breaths.

Luke ran his hands up and down her back, breathing deeply of the scent of her, loving how she fit against him.

“That was incredible,” he told her. “You’re amazing.”

She had her head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see her face. “Thanks. Ditto.”

She sighed deeply and pushed back to sit up.

He was still deep inside her and as she shifted he swore he was getting hard again.

Then he realized…condoms had been the last thing on his mind.

“We’re getting married right away if you get pregnant.”

She rolled her eyes and shifted back farther until she could slide to the floor. “Don’t panic, I’m on the pill. I wouldn’t have just climbed on if I wasn’t.” She headed for the bathroom and pulled two towels from the rack.

He fondly remembered how she’d climbed on. He also hadn’t been particularly worried and certainly not panicked about the idea that he’d just gotten Kat pregnant. Which just went to show how far gone he really was.

She looked suspicious as she tossed him a towel and wrapped the other around her. “You’re nearly weak with relief right?”

He shrugged as he tucked the towel around his hips. “I intend to get you pregnant eventually. I wouldn’t be devastated if it happened now.”

She gaped at him. Literally widened her eyes and let her mouth drop open. “Are you
insane
?” she demanded.

“What? You want to have kids, don’t you?”

“Kids?” she repeated. “You’re talking to me about having
kids
?”

He frowned at her. “Do you want to have kids?”

“Of course. Some day. Eventually. With someone.”

He frowned harder and took a step closer to her. “Not with someone. With me.”

She shook her head. “We have sex for the first time and you’re already talking about babies and—”

“Marriage.”

Her eyes got rounder. “Seriously?”

“Of course.”

“Of course?” she repeated.

“What did you think all of this would lead up to? We were talking about engagement rings just this morning.”

She narrowed her eyes. “We’ve never been on a date. We’ve had sex once. We’ve been on the road together for
two
days
, Luke. It’s not like we’ve been together for two years or even two months. We—
you
—can’t talk about marriage already.” She turned and started toward the bathroom.

He couldn’t let her walk away with that. “I hope you are pregnant.”

She whirled, her eyes flashing. “I’m not pregnant.”

“I can still hope.” He dropped his voice. “And keep trying.”

“That’s what you think.”

“Oh, that’s definitely what I think.”

“Right,” she scoffed. “You’re going to force me.”

“Honey, I’m not gonna have to force you. Remember,
you
climbed up on
me
a minute ago.”

Her cheeks reddened, but he suspected it was from anger versus embarrassment. “Why are you making this so difficult?”

“That’s the beauty,” he said, reaching out and pulling her close. “You and I are the easiest thing ever. Nothing difficult, nothing complicated. Natural.” It was so true. Even now, when she was pissed at him, he wanted to be with her, felt happy, knew things would be okay.

She sighed and let him wrap his arms around her. “I’m not going to get pregnant,” she said with her cheek against his chest.

“Maybe not tonight.”

“You’re nuts,” she told him.

He just grinned. “Let’s take a shower.”

She pulled back. “I’ll go first.”

“Together.” He put his hands on her butt and pressed her against him where he was ready for her all over again.

“I don’t shower with people. Besides, that bathroom’s barely big enough for one.”

“I’m okay with standing really close.” He lifted a hand to tug the towel down over her breasts.

She grabbed it before more than the upper slope was revealed. “Nope. I’m a solo shower act.”

“I could make you okay with sharing.”

“My makeup will wash off.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I do,” she said firmly. “Nobody sees me without makeup.”

He looked at her, puzzled. “No one?”

She shook her head.

“Kat?” He knew that she’d had other boyfriends. She wasn’t a virgin. Surely—

“You’ve never been without makeup around a man?”

“Not since I was fourteen.”

“Has anyone seen you completely naked before?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Why do you ask?”