Dangerous Secrets
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“Everyone is your duty. That’s what you brothers do. You protect everyone. It’s what comes natural.”
“You’re not my duty, Julie,” he said, amazed at how easily she dismissed what was between them. “Or I wouldn’t have felt like I was dying inside just thinking I might have lost you.”
Her lashes lowered, dark half circles on the pale perfection of her skin. “Luke.”
He caressed her cheek. “Look at me.”
“I can’t,” she said, her bottom lip trembling.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice still soft, but with a demand this time, and slowly she obeyed, letting him see the uncertainty only he seemed to create in her. “You think this is nothing, this thing going on between us, don’t you?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes,” he insisted, teasing her lips with his, “you do. You know exactly what I mean. It’s not nothing and if that’s what want it to be, I should warn you right now. You matter to me, Julie, like I’ve never let any woman matter to me.” He claimed her mouth with his, unable and unwilling to hear her reply. No woman had ever had this power over him, this ability to hurt him, and he’d just given her more. He didn’t want her objections or her rejection. He wanted her acceptance, her passion, and some part of him knew she wasn’t ready to give it to him, not with words.
Luke parted her lips, pressing his tongue past her teeth, tasting her with a slow caress.
She moaned into his mouth, and the deliciously erotic sound had his c**k expanding against his zipper, making him wish he’d done away with their clothes. Her fingers laced into his hair, giving him a tiny piece of her submission, so tiny, so far from all he wanted. She didn’t submit during sex, not even with him. Not in the past, but she had several nights before, and he wanted it again. He wanted that invisible sign of trust, of feeling something for him that she might not put into words, but showed him instead. With her body, her response to his touch, his kiss, his body buried deep inside hers.
His hand slid down her back, under the shirt and around her ass before he caressed the slender dip of her waist, and cupped her na**d br**sts.
She whimpered as he teased her nipple, her h*ps arching into his hand. He trailed his mouth down her jaw, over her neck, to her ear.
”I love those little sounds you make.” He shoved her shirt upward and she helped him pull it over her head, but Luke didn’t let her. He wrapped it around her hands and held them there, running his hand over her br**sts, tweaking her nipple.
“I can do a lot more with my hands free, you know?”
“You can have them back after you come for me,” he said, his palm traveling down her stomach, his leg pulling hers open.
“That’s a–”
She gasped as he caressed and teased the silky heat between her legs. “There we go,” he said. “That’s exactly what I was looking for.”
He licked her nipple and she arched her back, thrusting her voluptuous br**sts higher. Luke sucked one stiff peak into his mouth, and sunk two fingers inside her.
“Ah,” she panted. “I...Oh. I want to touch you.”
“Not until you give me what I asked for,” he said, his lips moving to hers, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth, his fingers stroking her inner walls in a slow back and forth motion, even as his thumb played with her swollen nub. “Not until you give me what I want.”
“Just so you know,” she whispered. “I’m going to pay you back for this.”
He smiled. “I hope you do.”
“Oh I will,” she said, “and...”
He let go of her hands and slid between her legs to suckle her clit. She tensed instantly and began spasming around his fingers. He suckled and licked and brought her to a complete release. The instant he felt her relax, she tugged at his shirt, and he fully intended to let her pull it off of him. Only she didn’t. She knotted it at his hands.
He laughed and sat up on his knees, arching a brow. She was on her knees too, making sure the shirt was tightly nodded. “Sit back against the couch.”
“You do know I still have my pants and my boots on? It would be easier to take them off with my hands free.”
“I can handle it,” she said, shoving his chest. “Sit back.”
Who was he to argue with the hottest woman in the planet? He sat back against the couch, between the coffee table and the love seat. She shoved the coffee table away, those lush br**sts bouncing with the movement, and he was pretty sure he was about as hard as he’d ever been his entire life.
She tugged at his boot. Again, her br**sts bounced. He groaned. “You know you’re driving me crazy, don’t you?”
“You earned it,” she reminded him.
Yes, he supposed he did, but with Julie, she always gave as good as she got. He reminded himself it was one of the things that made her so damn hot. Nothing was easy with her, but it was always f**king phenomenal.
The instant his boots were gone she settled between his legs and caressed her way up his thighs. “Did I mention that your sounds of pleasure make me hot?” she asked.
“Then I’m pretty damn sure you’re about to make us both hot.”
A teasing smiled played on her gorgeous mouth. It had given him more than a few fantasies over the years and it was a mouth he knew could do some pretty amazing things. She bent over and pressed her br**sts to his crotch, taking his bound hands in hers and sliding her lush curves up his stomach and chest until she urged his hands behind his head. Her br**sts were now in his face and he captured one with his mouth, suckling it deeply, roughly.