Prodigal Son(47)

“It’s gorgeous. Even more beautiful than I’d guessed from the few glimpses I’d gotten in the bar.”

“Thanks. Your cousin Moses did it, and I love the way he incorporated the Savage Sons symbol into the design in a way that makes it blend in.”

“Oh, wow,” Luke said, as I felt him touch the little “SS” design that Moses had inked into the branch. “I wouldn’t have even noticed it, if you hadn’t pointed it out.”

I turned around. “Perhaps you should study it this evening.”

“Oh, I have every intention of studying every inch of your body, Krystal.” Luke’s voice was low, and it made my fees feel a little weak.

He ran his hands down my arms before he grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me toward him, pressing me against the hard-on I could feel through his jeans. Feeling his hands full of me made me feel impatient, like I shouldn’t be the only one standing around in my underwear. While Luke ran his fingers underneath the lace trim on my panties, I reached out and began unbuttoning his white dress shirt. Its crisp, starched smell was intoxicating, so different form the smells of a man who’d spent all day drinking whiskey and working on a bike.

I discovered just the perfect amount of dark blond chest hair on a chest that was far more muscular than I’d guessed. Rippled abs led my eyes down to the low-slung waist of Luke’s jeans. I unbuttoned the cuffs of Luke’s shirt, took it all the way off, and walked across the room to hang the shirt in one of the two closets. I knew I could have just thrown it on the floor, but I figured I’d give Luke a little show while I still had my underwear on. I knew I wouldn’t be wearing it for long.

Hands on his hips, Luke watched me walk slowly toward the closet. I hung up his shirt and paused, knowing that I was silhouetted by the closet light behind me. I turned the light off, closed the door, and nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a knock on the door in the other room.

“Champagne’s here,” Luke said with a smile. He walked over to me and kissed me. “They’ll leave it. I don’t want any interruptions.

Sure enough I heard the door to the suite open, and I could hear the sound of the ice bucket as the waiter arranged the fresh bottle. When Luke reached around and unhooked my bra, I lost all interest in whatever was going on in the next room. When he tossed my bra aside and cupped my breasts with his hands, gently squeezing my nipples, a bomb could have gone off, and I wouldn’t have wanted to leave the hotel room.

“Bed,” Luke said in a voice that sounded like he would accept nothing but obedience. “Now.”

“With pleasure,” I said, turning and climbing up onto the raised bed. I knew that I was giving Luke quite an eyeful as I crawled away from him, toward the pillows at the head. I turned and looked back at him, and I saw him watching me and stroking himself through his jeans. “I can do that for you, you know,” I said as I pulled the comforter and top sheet down.

“You look like a fantasy, Krystal. I can’t tell you how often I’ve thought about you naked in this bed.”

“Naked?” I asked. “Your wish is my command.” I pulled my panties off and tossed them toward Luke as he crossed the room to join me. “Your turn,” I said, reaching to unbutton his jeans.

I could feel the muscles of his flat stomach tense as I ran my hands down his chest toward the top of his jeans. I unbuttoned them and slowly, carefully, lowered the zipper. “Commando, eh?” I said when I realized that he wasn’t wearing underwear. I reached in and wrapped my fingers around his cock, very pleased to discover that Luke was hard as a rock and definitely larger than I’d guessed. “Wow,” I said, looking up into his eyes. “You’re going to be a lot of fun to play with.”

I slid the jeans down his hips and watched as he stepped out of them. Goddamn, was he spectacular. His broad, muscled shoulders, narrow hips, and muscled limbs made my mouth water. For a second, I realized that I was with a gorgeous naked man in a suite that had to have cost more per night than my apartment cost per month. I watched as Luke walked toward the bedroom door, completely at ease even though he was naked.

He turned before he opened the door. “More champagne?” he asked.

“All night long,” I answered with a smile.

He left the room, and I thought about covering up, and decided that there would be plenty of time for that later. I pulled down the covers on both sides and stretched out, face down, my chin propped on my hands. I knew that my ass was one of my best features, and I figured I might as well show it off.

Luke came back into the bedroom with the bowl of strawberries and the champagne. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me stretched across his bed. He walked over to the night stand, set down one of the glasses and the bowl. He sat next to me on the bed, and before I realized what he was going to do, he poured a splash of ice cold bubbly onto my back.