Luke pulled his key out when we stopped outside his door. “I’ll concede to that. Since I can’t get this damn jersey ripped off and in the incinerator fast enough. If you need any more time than I do to strip, I’ll wait semi-patiently. Dick in hand. Thinking about dick in you.”
Heat spread through my body, originating in the spot between my legs. “Sounds like you’ve got your whole night planned.”
“I plan on spending my whole night buried inside you.”
“I’ll hold you to it.”
“And I’ll hold you to me while you hold me to it.”
“Do you have a comeback for everything I say?” I laughed as he kicked the door open after unlocking it.
“I have a come on for everything you say to me. Does that count?”
“Would you care if I said it didn’t?”
“No.” His head shook.
“Then there’s your answer.” When I closed the door, the lock sliding over echoed through the quiet space. At the same time it was locking the rest of the world out, it was opening an entire world to me. Before I could change my mind or Luke could change it for me, I rolled him into the living room. “Bathroom?”
“Do you want me to show you where it is?” His mouth took a crooked slant.
“I want you to tell me where it is.” Snagging my bag hanging off the end of the wheelchair’s handholds, I put some space between us.
“Down that hall. First door on the right.” Luke watched me back away, a storm of conflict rolling across his face.
“I’ll be back. Don’t get started without me,” I said before turning my back on him.
Luke’s chuckle followed me down the hall. “Too late.”
That was when I felt the caress of his jersey brush down my body. Apparently he was serious about not being able to wait another second to have that thing off of him.
Once I was in the bathroom, my hands wouldn’t work right. I fumbled my bag, spilling the contents onto the tile floor. At least that made finding what I had in mind that much easier.
After that, my dexterity took another detour from inhibited to inefficient. Trying to peel my dress over my head proved challenging. Unhooking my bra was a damn feat. My panties were easier, but that probably had something to do with gravity’s assistance.
Finally, I was naked. Halfway there. Go me for picking the night I felt like my hands had been attacked by a hive of bees as the one when I took the time to wear something special.
Sliding into the item I’d stuffed into my bag earlier, the buttons proved my final challenge before I was set to go. Like Luke, I’d been ready for hours, but being ready was different from getting ready. Now I was both.
Thank god.
I could have taken an extra minute to comb my hair or dab on a little lip gloss, but neither would last. Not to mention my fingers were still in a state of shock.
Opening the door, I stepped into the dark hall. The apartment was quiet. “You didn’t fall asleep, did you?”
When it took more than a second for him to answer, I started to worry that he might have.
“No. I’m definitely not asleep.” He was standing in the dark living room, totally naked, and totally ready to go.
My heartbeat drummed in my ears. “Good, because I didn’t get all dressed up for nothing.” My hands weren’t shaking anymore—my fingers no longer fumbling—as they moved to the top button of the jersey to pull it free.
“Seeing you like that almost makes up for what you made me wear all day.” His hungry eyes explored me, his shoulder muscles quivering like he was holding himself back.
“Almost?” I moved closer, sliding my finger under the hem of the jersey. “However will I make it up to you?”
Luke scrubbed at his face when I kept teasing the hem of the jersey, sliding it a little higher every few steps. “I’ve got a few ideas.”
I had to fight the smile I felt from seeing him so turned on and growing more impatient with every second I stalled moving closer. When I was only a couple steps away, I stopped. “So do I.”
I lifted an eyebrow then gave his hard chest a shove. He fell back onto the couch, landing with a sharp exhale.
“What did I tell you about being on your feet?” Moving between his legs, I stared down at him. Seeing him like this stole the breath from my lungs.
His eyes read a hundred different emotions, his body expressing one—desire. “Does it look like I’m on my feet anymore?”
Shaking my head, I nudged his legs open farther with my knees. They fell open without hesitation.
“You took my feet out from under me, right along with the rest of me.” Luke’s hands came around the back of my thighs as he stared up at me. “I don’t want any of it back either.” His finger skimmed around to the front of my thighs and stopped when it reached the bottom button. He worked it free, never breaking his stare. “This is going to make me sound like some lovesick kid, but I don’t give a shit.” He swallowed and pulled me closer. “Allie, will you be my girlfriend? I know we won’t be able to tell anyone, but I don’t care. I’ll know. You’ll know.”