King of Pain (Lords of Las Vegas #5)

Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

Kate

Luke carries me outside into the night. I have one moment where I wonder if this is a good idea. We did have an unwanted visitor.

But then, he kisses me again and I forget to worry. He makes it down the embankment without a misstep, which is impressive. I have trouble with the steep bank in the best of circumstances.

But I don’t get a chance to say this as his mouth devours mine.

Finally, he sets me down on my bare feet, which splash in the water, getting the bottom of my jeans wet.

“Clothes off,” he rumbles, not leaving much room for arguing. Not that I would have. I peel off my shirt and unhook my bra, tossing them both on the bank.

He pulls me against his front, bending low to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. “This is how we end up with clothing still on,” I gasp out, arching my back to give him more access. His mouth feels so good, I scrape my fingers over his scalp, pulling him closer.

He swirls his tongue over the stiff peak before he lifts his head. “You’re right. The rest of the clothes off. I want to see you naked.”

It’s crazy that we never quite make it to that point. I’ve had something on both times we’ve done it. I strip the jeans over my hips, nearly falling as I try to get the wet bottoms over my feet.

He shoots out a hand to steady me.

I just get the second leg off my foot when I shoot him a glare. “You’re still dressed.”

“Let me look at you for a second,” he grunts as his hands come out to trace my slender hips.

I feel myself blushing. Thank goodness for the dark, but I still have to resist the urge to cover up. I literally had my ass in the air for this guy last night. But this is different.

It’s not quite the heat of passion, and I’m well aware that Luke can have any woman he wants.

His hands continue down my legs and then over my ass, tracing the curve of my back. “So pretty.”

I shake my head. “I’ve always hated that.”

“What? Being pretty?”

“Pretty gets a pat on the head. Beautiful wins the prize.” Christ, every insecurity I have is coming out tonight.

He strips off his shirt then, tossing it on top of my stuff. Then he shucks off his jeans with a lot more grace than I did. Naked, he bends down wrapping his arms under my ass as he lifts me in his arms.

I hold onto his neck, curling my body around him.

“I’ve never met a woman who was so perfectly pretty,” he rumbles against my belly. “It’s your hands. Your arms. The way your brows arch. Hell, even your feet are adorable.”

I snort. “Adorable is worse than pretty.”

He laughs into my skin. “Maybe you’re right in general. But not about me. I’ve never wanted to wrap a woman up more than I do you.”

“It’s probably because when we met, I had a gun to my head.”

“Don’t fucking remind me,” he rumbles, his arms tightening. “I’d never let Vendetti hurt you, though, love.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“And I do think you’re beautiful,” he says kissing my belly button. “There is just something so vulnerable about your looks, I can’t help but want to tuck you away where you’re safe and warm.”

I arch my head back, the words shivering through me. I want him to keep me safe and warm. God, I just want him.

He lays me down on a high, flat rock that’s out of the water, and, as if to prove his point, he starts kissing every part of me.

It’s not just my stomach or my breasts. He kisses down my arms, planting a kiss on each of my palms. He kisses each fingertip.

Then he moves to my hip, trailing his lips down my leg until he reaches my foot. I barely keep from giggling when he nips at the arch of my foot. But then when he sucks each of my toes into his mouth…

“Luke,” I gasp out as he grazes his teeth over my pinky toe. “That is…”

“You’re delicious,” he rumbles as starts licking and nipping up the inside of my leg. “I want to devour every part of you.”

He nips the inside of my knee and then starts nibbling up my thigh. I flex my hips, the ache of need making me uncomfortable. I crave the friction I know he’ll give. “I want you to devour me.”

He stops on the inside of my thigh. “Don’t doubt your appeal, Kate. Everything about you makes me crazy. It’s the way you move, smell, touch. It’s your reaction to me.”

He holds my hips in his hands and then dives into my pussy, licking me exactly where I needed it.

I cry out, scraping my back on the rock as I arch closer.

He eats me like he’s starving and I’m oblivious to everything but his tongue. I shift again, wanting more.

But he stops. I lift my head with a cry of protest. “Don’t stop.”

But he’s pushing out of the water, climbing onto the rock. “Your skin,” he rumbles.

My brow furrows. I don’t even know what he means for a moment. Then I realize he’s talking about my back. “It’s fine.”

But in a series of a few quick moves, I’m on top of him, his back on the rock.

Somehow, he spins me so that my pussy is in his face, his cock in mine. “Oh,” I breathe as I flick my tongue out and take a good long lick.

He rumbles into my folds and then flattens his tongue to lick every part of me at once.

I moan, my eyes closing for a second it’s so good.

When I open them, I can see a pearl of cum right on the tip of his cock, glistening in the moonlight.

I lick him again, collecting the salty liquid on my tongue.

“Woman,” he growls into my sensitive skin. “Wrap your lips around me before I explode.”

For some reason, his command only make me hotter, and I slide my lips over the tip, taking more and more of him between my lips and into the heat of my mouth.

He groans right into me, and then starts working my clit with his tongue, his finger sliding into my pussy.

It feels so good I’m deep-throating him as I chase my own orgasm, our bodies climbing together.

It’s one time I could have been as loud as I wanted, but I can hardly make a noise, my mouth is so full.

It doesn’t stop me from cumming though, my body spasming as a powerful orgasm rips through me.

Luke isn’t done with me. Rolling me to the side, he’s got his arms around me, pulling me into the water with him.

I wrap my legs around his waist even as he thrusts into my now-sopping pussy. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good.”

He’s standing in thigh high water, supporting my weight as he pulls my hips up and then pulls me back down on his cock.

My head snaps back, my back arching as I let out a low moan. His arm must be feeling better, but it can’t be a hundred percent. I have this moment where I wonder what sex will be like when it is.

It only makes me hotter. He’s pumping in and out of me, grinding our bodies together as I hold on for dear life.

His mouth finds mine, his tongue thrusting between my lips as another orgasm tightens every muscle in my body.

Finally, I can’t take any more and I break apart, screaming into his mouth.

It triggers his orgasm, his thrusts so rapid, he rattles my teeth as he cums too. He’s still cumming when he sinks down into the water, dropping to his knees so that the water is up to our chests.

I’ve still got my arms wound around his neck and his chin sinks onto my shoulder, my cheek coming to his temple.

“That was…”

“I know,” he says, squeezing me tightly.

I take in several deep breaths, letting the cool water soothe my overheated skin.

A muffled ring calls out into the night, and I turn my head. Is that a phone?

His hands spread out on my back. “We’ve only got one issue.”

A bit of fear slides down my spine as I lift my head, pulling his up by his hair to look in his eyes. “What?”

“Mason’s calling me and once I pick up, we’re going back to Vegas.”