Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Kate
Luke’s kiss not only feels as good as it always does… it’s even better.
There is some depth that I don’t understand. It’s deeper, longer, more tender. He explores my mouth like it’s the first time, only it’s also like he loves me.
It’s not new to me but…
All at once, I realize it’s like the first time all over again for him.
I open to him even further, arching my neck to a better angle. As if he understands, his hand slides up my chest, wrapping around the side of my neck, his fingertips settling in my hair, his thumb resting on my jaw.
He licks at the inside of my mouth, like he can’t get enough of my taste, and I return the kiss, melting into him.
It’s everything I’ve ever yearned for.
So open and intimate.
The car stops, the engine cutting.
Luke slowly draws back, his hand still wrapped around my neck.
“Mr. Kincaid,” the driver calls from outside the door. “We’ve arrived.”
Luke reluctantly pulls away, his hand sliding down my arm to take my hand in his. “Where exactly have we arrived to?” he asks as the door swings open.
The driver steps back, looking confused. “Your house, sir.”
I step out behind him, my jaw dropping. “Shut up.”
Luke scratches his chin. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“I assumed…” the driver’s voice trails off as another man in a black suit approaches.
“Mr. Kincaid,” the man says, gesturing toward the stairs, “I’m Mike Evans. Head of security here. Let’s get you inside.”
Luke narrows his gaze. “All right.”
He takes my hand, following the man up the stairs. “We have a team around the premises to make certain the man who attacked you can’t do it again.”
I feel a moment’s relief but Luke tenses. “How many cars do I have in the garage?”
“Cars?”
“For tinkering… how many?”
Mike’s shoulders slump in obvious relief. “Two for tinkering, sir.”
“And how many for driving?”
Mike turns away with a wince. “None.”
“You’re telling me that I don’t go to the grocery store?”
Mike shakes his head. “Not usually. No. The staff can provide any food you need.”
“And Mason. When does he arrive?”
“He doesn’t, I’m afraid, though Mrs. Kincaid is here in Aspen.”
“Which house is hers?”
Mike points down the street. “I believe Mr. Kincaid—the other Mr. Kincaid—has left her here so that she’ll be safe.”
Luke rumbles a noncommittal response as he steps into the house.
I know something is bothering him, but I wait to ask, as I stop in the entry and just stare. We’re in a massive two-story space with giant wood beams and an impressive mahogany staircase.
I can see a large family room down the hall at the back of the house. Luke opens a door to the left, revealing a study. He pokes his head in, looks around, and then closes the door again.
Taking my hand, we start up the stairs, “Where are we going?” I whisper, looking back at Mike, who stands in the entry, watching our retreat.
“To the master bedroom,” he hits the top of the stairs and pauses, looking left and then right before he chooses a direction. “Wherever that is.”
I look too and spot a room at the end of the hall that has a set of double doors. He sees it too and we start down the hall.
I know he’s chosen correctly, when he throws open the doors to reveal a massive bed that fills the back wall. Stepping inside, there is a bank of floor-to-ceiling windows with a view out to the mountains.
But Luke just keeps going, pulling me deeper into the room and to another door.
I gasp when he turns on the light for the bathroom. A giant soaking tub sits beneath more windows, a glass-doored shower taking up the end of the large room.
“How many heads do you think that shower has?”
His gaze flicks to it before he turns on the taps for the tub. “We’ll shower after.”
“After what?”
“Our bath.”
That is my Luke. Bossy as hell. But I kick off my shoes. Nothing would make me happier than to lay against him skin to skin.
He turns and adjusts the taps, checking the water as I strip off my T-shirt, reaching for the buttons of my jeans.
He turns toward me, his eyes landing on my chest, his jaw going granite-hard, his gaze dark and unreadable.
I feel my cheeks flush, insecurity pulsing through me. “Was I… was I supposed to wait?”
“No.” He stands up stripping off his T-shirt too. “I can’t wait…”
My face flames. He’s forgotten what I look like. Everything is new again. But it makes me feel a little embarrassed. “I don’t get naked in front of men very often. It’s new and…”
“If you think I’m judging, love, I’m not.” And then he steps up in front of me, reaching to unclip my bra. The straps slide part way down my shoulders. He brushes them the rest of the way down my arms, as the cups fall away from my breasts.
“Christ,” he mutters. “So fucking perfect.”
I blush even deeper. “You said… you told me you like the color of my…” I swallow down a lump. “Nipples.”
“Oh. I do,” he answers, but he doesn’t touch them. Instead, he skims his fingers along my collarbone. Goosepimples break out all over my skin.
It feels like he’s seducing me in a way he didn’t the first time. I want to ask, but his middle finger is gliding down my chest, sliding between my breasts.
They continue right down my belly, until they reach the button of my jeans.
I’m already panting, my nipples pebbled, and my back arching. He undoes the button and the zipper, grabbing the waist and shimmying the tight pants over my hips.
I wiggle to help him, and with a growl, he drops into a crouch.
My jeans are around my knees, only my underwear is covering me. He tips forward, running his nose over the fabric covering my pussy. “When’s the last time we had sex?”
“This morning,” I reply just before his tongue darts out, licking at my still-covered slit. My head tips back and my hands come to his hair.
“How often do we fuck?”
But he starts licking swirling his tongue, the fabric only making it even more erotic.
I’m pulling at his hair. “Like rabbits,” I gasp.
He laughs at that, the sound vibrating through my aching pussy.
And then he pushes away, standing up.
I nearly cry out from the loss, but he’s undoing his own jeans now. “Get in the tub.”
I scramble to do as he’s requested, wiggling the rest of the way out of my jeans and panties as I step in.
He’s right behind me.
His arms come around me, his fingers diving between my folds.
I fall back into him, my hips jutting forward.
But he’s not satisfied with the position, and he pulls me down into the water, flipping me over so my shoulder blades rest on the edge of the tub. “Lean back on the edge,” he rumbles. I do as he commands, my arms resting and stretching out along the rim, as he lifts my hips with his hands.
And then he dives face-first into my pussy.
The water is warm as it laps at my body and his tongue is working me exactly where I need it. I try to relax and enjoy but he’s a man on a mission, swirling over my clit with such precision that it takes less than a minute before I explode on his tongue.
He roars as he pushes up, turning me over again and thrusting into me from behind. “You cum so pretty,” he growls out as he fills my insides, stretching me. “I want to hear it again.”
And then he starts a relentless pace, his hand cupping my mound, his middle finger working my clit.
I try to grasp the edge of the tub as water sloshes onto the floor.
It’s fast and hard and my body is vibrating to do exactly as he told me to. But I hold out, waiting for him as he pushes inside me over and over.
“Luke,” I gasp, the effort of not cumming making me raw.
But he stops. “Sweetheart?” he sounds worried. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
I look back over my shoulder, barely able to focus. “No. It’s so good.” It comes out in a broken sob.
He thrusts into me again, bending over my body. “You’re mine, Kate. Mine to take care of. You tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you, baby.”
“I need to cum,” I cry, clawing at the side. “Please, Luke. Please.”
He thrusts harder, the force of his hips setting off fireworks inside my body as I ripple around him and then break apart, crying with a force that shocks even me.
He follows right behind me, his roar fills my ears as he fills me with his cum.
I slump onto the edge of the tub, my eyes drifting closed. I’ve got to find a way to get birth control pills here.
Otherwise, our problems are only going to multiply.
Luke slumps across my back, kissing a trail down my spine. “Holy shit, love. That was…”
“I asked you a couple days ago if this was normal…”
“The sex? It’s beyond special.”
I look back at him. “Getting your memory back?”
He lifts his head and smiles back. “There are some things a man just knows.”
The water in the tub is starting to cool, but I don’t think I have the strength to get out. Luke stands and lifts me in his arms, carrying me into the shower and turning on multiple heads so that I’m doused in warm water.
He squirts body wash into his hand, scrubbing my skin until the tiredness begins to turn to need once again.
As my head tips back, I hear him rumble out his appreciation. “So that’s how it is between us?”
“How’s that?”
“We’re a freight train of passion.”
“We are,” I look down as his hand slips between my legs.
That’s when a knock sounds at the door. “Mr. Kincaid.”
Luke’s head snaps up, his eyes narrowing. “Yes?”
“Mr. Kincaid is on the phone, sir. He’d like to speak with you.”
Luke stands, a rumble sounding from his chest. Pouring more bodywash into his hand, he starts washing himself.
“Umm…” I start. “Did you need…”
“I’ll answer in a minute,” Luke replies, his gaze swinging to me, his eyes softening. “You’re all right if I take this call?”
My brows go up. This is an unexpected change. “Of course.”
He scrubs himself, rinses off, and gets out of the shower. “I won’t be long.”
And then he steps out of the shower, leaving me to wash my hair.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he steps out of the bathroom. I move as quickly as I can.
I’d like to hear this conversation.