King of Pain (Lords of Las Vegas #5)

Chapter 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Kate

Luke eats with his plate balanced on my shins and then quickly shucks the plate to the side, his hands sliding up and down my legs.

I’m trying to concentrate on my food, but when he touches me like this…

I’ve been a little off today because a few things haven’t been quite adding up, but when I fell into that river, banging my hip on a rock, he was under me, lifting me to the surface before I was even able to register pain, let alone get myself back up.

Luke has never made me feel safer.

In a world where I’ve had so few people to depend on, he’s starting to feel like… home. A real one.

I set my half-eaten plate to the side, not caring about food anymore, when his hands stop. “Love.”

I cock my brows, looking forward to whatever he’s going to say next. “Yeah?”

“You need to eat.”

I blink back my surprise. This is not the sexy play I’d had in mind. “I’ll finish later.”

He leans closer. “Finish your dinner so I can eat you for dessert.”

My lips part, and the ache between my legs flares, making me clench all the muscles to try and relieve the pressure. “How do you expect me to eat after that?”

He leans forward like he’s going to touch me, but instead, he grabs my plate, and places it back in my hands. “A few more bites, kitten.”

I wrinkle my nose. “You take bossy to new levels. You know that?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re really starting to sound like a husband or a boyfriend.”

I see his jaw clench, his mouth turning down. I stuff my mouth with another bite of taco, chewing and swallowing as my face flames. Finally, I swallow it down. “Then again, what do I know? I’ve obviously never had a relationship. Until you, I’d never even had sex. I clearly have no experience?—”

“Kate.”

Crap. Using my name is a bad sign. I make to swing my legs off his lap and leave, but my hip gives a painful twinge and I whimper. His hands are instantly on me, holding me in place.

I shake my head. “Don’t say my name like that. Just forget I said anything.”

“I don’t want to forget it,” he rumbles and then his hands are sliding over my body again, from my waist, down my legs to my knees. “I agree. I am acting like a boyfriend.”

My breath catches and I stare at him wide-eyed. “What?”

“Kate, whatever this is, I don’t want it to end when we go back to Vegas.”

“Oh,” I breathe out. I wish I could sit up and kiss him. But his hands are back on my waist and he’s putting just enough pressure to hold me down. “Me either.”

He gives me a gorgeous smile then, one hand splaying out on my belly while the other dips between my legs. My head tips back, my lips parting as I let out a small moan. He rubs my slit with my panties still on. I try to chase the pleasure but my hip twinges again.

“Hold still, love,” he whispers. “I’m going to do all the work.”

“Luke,” I half whine. “I don’t think I can. It’s too good.”

He lifts his hand off my belly, sliding my underwear down my legs and then tossing them on the floor.

With my legs still mostly together, he leans down licking at my clit.

Part of me wants more, but part of me is so amped up that it’s enough. His hand spreads out on my belly again, keeping me from bucking as the other nudges my uninjured leg just enough so that he can slide his finger inside me.

It’s all I need, and I explode around him.

If I were a man, I think these quick orgasms would be a problem, but he only gives me a wicked grin as he gently maneuvers out from under my legs, shucking his pants down to his thighs.

For a second, I wonder what he might have in mind, but he comes around the couch, pushing the coffee table to the side and drops to his knees in front of me.

I for sure look like a cat now, one who is about to get the milk, as I give my own salacious grin at his monster cock.

“Bring it closer.”

He rumbles out his satisfaction as he thrusts forward, his cock sliding between my lips.

His salty taste fills my mouth as I close my eyes and breath him in.

He tangles a hand in my hair, wrapping his fist all up in the strands. I think he’s going to use the hair to move my head.

Instead, he holds me absolutely still, thrusting his hips instead.

I blow out a breath through my nose as his thrusts get harder, deeper. My eyes start to water but I don’t care.

I want more of him. I want all of him.

His hand in my hair tightens, the grip so tight, it might hurt, I can’t tell, my senses are so overwhelmed.

He’s spitting and growling, his body taut, and I know he’s going to break.

I relax, greedy for more of him and when he starts to cum, I swallow him down, my eyes closing as I drink him in.

His hand loosens first, smoothing the strands. “Shit. Kate. Did I hurt?—”

I look up at him, wondering just how glassy my eyes look. “No. I mean, a little. But I liked it.”

He bends down, kissing me with a ferocity that steals my breath as our tongues tangle.

He lifts up, just a few inches looking down at me, his breathing still heavy.

“Luke.”

“Yeah, love?”

“I think…” I swallow down a lump. “I think I might be falling…” I can’t finish. Afraid the words will break us into a million pieces.

But he cups my face in one hand the other cradling my skull. “What happens when the summer’s over? When you’re done working for Doctor Douchebag?”

Luke and his nicknames…

I shrug. “I go back to New York. I’ve got two more years of med school.”

“New York,” he looks thoughtfully into the space over the couch. “I could be down with that.”

My brows lift. Is he talking about going back to the East Coast with me? Holy shit.

I push up on one elbow. “Are you serious?”

“Only if it’s cool with you. I’m not trying—” I cut him off by kissing him again. My arms are around his neck, my tongue in his mouth.

He lets me devour him as he pulls me up, lifting me in his arms. I finally pull back. “Where are we going?”

“Bed.”

“But… I got the sheets all wet.”

“We’ll have to share the dry side,” he gives me a wicked grin. “Looks like you’re sleeping on top of me.”

“You’re really going to come back to New York with me? What about your job? Aren’t your employers missing you?”

A shadow crosses his face. “It’s a family job. And I’ll get another. I’m kind of shit at it anyway.”

“Shit at construction?”

He doesn’t say anything as he settles me on his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

I sigh out my pleasure.

I’ve got the most gorgeous man underneath me who is everything I never dreamed I could have. Cool, bad-ass, sweet, straightforward.

He’s everything I never thought I could have.

I wrap my arms tighter around him, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck.

“Do I get to meet your family before I go?”

“Arabella and Roman, absolutely. Leo too. Mason, though…” His arms tighten around me. “He’s as tough as they come. Only Charlotte can tame him, and sometimes not even she softens his sharp edges.”

“Mason Kincaid?” The name rings with a familiarity, but I’m tired. Satiated. And I find myself drifting off to sleep before I can put all the thoughts together.