He turns his head to me and lifts his eyebrow, his face taking on the impression of becoming serious. Too bad for him I know he's not.
“Get your flip-flops on and move your sexy behind before I take you over my knee and spank you,” he threatens deliciously. Just like that, my body becomes alive again and I have to remind myself as to why jumping him right now isn't a good idea. Doesn't mean I can't play.
Coming up behind him and grabbing his firm, tight ass, I lean in and whisper, “I’ve been a very naughty girl. I need to be spanked.” With that, I slip on my shoes and sashay out the front door, hearing him growl at my retreating form.
Before I even reach the first step, I am pulled back into Luke’s chest. I can feel how hard he is. I suck in a sharp breath as he presses his hard length into my back.
“Do you want to play dirty, baby? Because if you do,” he grinds himself into me as his tongue travels from my ear to the base of my neck and back up again, “I can play dirty all night long.” And with that, he releases his hold on me and leaves me standing on top of the porch with my mouth hanging open and my panties instantly soaked.
Dear God. I stand there dazed, trying to gather my scattered wits. “Where are on earth are we going, Luke?” I finally summon the strength to shout out.
“You’ll see,” he chuckles.
He pushes the button to open one of the garage doors, and as we enter my attention immediately hones in on a quad, a dirt bike, and every other boy toy imaginable. Luke sets our beers down on a table in the corner as I roll my eyes at the sight. “We’re not taking one of those things out, are we? It’s too damn dark out.”
“No, we’re taking these for a spin down the drive,” he says seriously, tossing a pair of roller skates at my feet. I look at the skates, dumbfounded. I’m sure the look on my face says as much.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I say before realizing how it must sound. “In the dark?”
“The drive is all lit up, baby. Come on, it will be a blast.”
Maybe for a fourteen year old. My ass hasn't been roller skating in... well, probably since I was a teenager. I inspect the skates further, my apprehension slowly lifting. After all, no matter how silly, it could be fun. Realization dawns as I lift one skate into my hands.
“Are these our old skates? Oh my God, Luke. They are!”
“Yeah, they are,” he says, matter-of-factly. No emotion, no teasing, just simple fact. Coming up beside me, he hands me a pair of socks he’s pulled out of his front pocket. I smirk at the action, a lively gleam in my eye.
“What?” Luke asks, noticing the smirk on my lips, no doubt.
“My, my, Mr. Schavone, and here I thought you were happy to see me. Turns out all you’re packing is socks,” I tease, smirking once more as I take a seat on the garage floor.
“If I remember correctly, you know exactly what I’m packing,” Luke says, a cocky look on his face. “But, baby, if you need a reminder, I will gladly show you that everything you see and feel is one hundred percent me,” he challenges.
I can’t help the flutter in my chest or the warm sensation running along my skin that has nothing to do with the heat of the night. I push down my body’s reaction. “No need, I think I’ll stick with my imagination, and maybe a finger or two.”
I hear a low growl and what sounds like a deep, pained moan emanate from his chest and feel myself smile for getting under his skin. Before he can say another word, I take off down the driveway with well-practiced ease as if it hadn't been years since I'd even attempted to skate.
I hear Luke cursing under his breath behind me and, a few moments later, the sound of wheels hits the pavement. I lift my hands into the air, enjoying the young spirit of the roller skates while the soft wind blows through my hair. I can feel Luke come around me before I actually see him. He reaches his hand out to my side, a deviant smile resting on his lips. Before I can even react, he pulls around in front of me, his face to mine as he rolls backward.
“Do this much in your spare time?” I crack sarcastically.
“It's been years; I’m just that good,” he jokes back. “Wanna see how good you still are?”
I raise a questioning eyebrow, curious as to what he's up to now. I ease my hands down and try to formulate a plan of defense. I have no clue what he's about to do, but one must always be prepared when it comes to Luke Schavone.
He places a swift kiss on my lips before turning back around and yelling, “Race you!” over his shoulder. He is so dead, I think to myself, and I pump my legs with determination, my competitive streak coming out. I glide past him effortlessly, though he doesn't really seem to be trying.