He felt her inner muscles tighten around him as he leaned in and took her lips again. The soft sounds coming from her mouth caused his control to slip even more. Reaching down, he grasped her soft ass under her skirt and squeezed until he felt her convulse around him. Only then did he allow his own control to break.
Cassey tried to concentrate the rest of the night, she really did. At first, she’d expected Luke to leave within the first half hour after the excitement in her office. How was she ever going to be in that room again without thinking of what he’d done to her? But it was a quarter to closing and he was still sitting at the bar, talking with Wendy, and looking too sexy.
She’d seen the look Wendy had given her when they’d walked down the stairs, no doubt with I-just-had-the-hottest-sex-ever looks on their faces. Wendy had covertly cornered her in the ladies room an hour after their tryst, dying to get the scoop.
“Spill,” Wendy said, making sure they were alone in the employee’s bathroom.
“Oh my God!” Cassey fell against the sink.
“That good?” she asked as she leaned against the door.
“Better.”
“How can it be better? You were only up there fifteen minutes.” Wendy looked shocked.
Cassey smiled and shook her head. “The man knows how to use his equipment.”
Wendy sighed. “You know, it’s been four months since I’ve had sex. Four months and a lifetime since I’ve had knock-your-boots-off sex.” Wendy frowned.
“It’ll happen.” Cassey turned and made sure her makeup was still in place and refreshed her lip gloss. “There. Now no one will be able to tell that I’ve just had OMG sex.”
Wendy laughed. “Honey, it’s written all over your face. And his.” She smiled.
When the last customers had been ushered out by Tyrone, and all the employees had settled their tabs, she locked the doors and turned to see Luke standing by the bar.
“That was some night.” He smiled at her. “Are all Fridays like this?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “It was a good night. Not as good as they used to be, though.”
His eyebrows shot up. “I hope it’s okay that I stayed,” he said when she walked towards him.
She nodded since her mouth had gone completely dry. “I’m glad you did,” she said, walking into his arms. She wondered what it would take to convince him to spend the rest of the night with her.
“How do you do it?” He wrapped his arms around her waist.
“What?” She tilted her head back, looking into his dark eyes.
“You’re a bundle of energy.” He chuckled and looked down at his watch. “It’s one-thirty and you look as fresh as when you walked down those stairs six-and-a-half hours ago.”
“Well,” she purred, “I did have a pick-me-up halfway through the night.” She smiled as he chuckled.
He started walking her backwards. “Then after what I have planned, you should be ready to run a marathon.”
It took too long to climb the back stairs that led to her apartment. She didn’t dare make a sound as she unlocked her door and watched as he looked around the small space.
“Nice,” he said, before turning to her and gathering her up in his arms. His head dipped, taking her mouth in a long, slow kiss. “Even better,” he purred as he backed her towards the hallway. His hands traveled over her, hers over him, releasing hooks and buttons as they walked so that when they finally made it to the bedroom, they were completely naked except for her boots.
She stepped back to slide them off, but he stopped her. “No, leave them.” He smiled as he stepped back and looked at her. “My God,” he whispered, “you are exquisite.”
She felt shy all of a sudden. No one had ever made her feel fluttery inside by just looking at her. He was standing in front of her, naked. His chest was impressive, covered with a light dusting of dark hair, but his six-pack was what caught her eyes and held them. His muscles rippled down his stomach, narrowing downward to his hips. He stood with his legs wide; his thighs were thick and looked strong. Then her eyes moved to his arms again. He had a tattoo on his left bicep, and the dark ink snaked around his arm in a design. When she stepped closer, she noticed that they were waves. Her fingers reached out and touched them.
“Waves?” she asked, looking into his eyes.
He nodded, his dark eyes going even darker. “I lost my brother Calvin a few years back. He was in the Navy.” He shook his head, most likely to clear it of the memories.
She stepped closer to him. “I’m sorry.” She couldn’t imagine what it was like to have a biological sibling, let alone lose them.