Turn Over(36)

“And if you go, we don’t get to do this.” I waggled my eyebrows.

“If I’m seen in Austin another day, the press is going to report we’re together. It’s more than a kiss if I stay. It’s a headline.”

“So let them.” I leaned down, flicking my tongue over her nipple. It puckered into a hard peak, begging for my teeth to toy with it some more. Fuck, she drove me crazy. I wondered how many different ways I could make her come. Was there anything she wouldn’t do?

“And this? What is it if I stay? Do you want another headline with me? Is this more press for you?”

I looked in her eyes.

“This is what you want it to be.”

I couldn’t resist her tit any longer. My teeth latched on it, sucking with possessiveness.

“God, Luke,” she groaned. Her hands urged my head closer before trying to shove me off. “Is this part of the plan? Part of the great PR campaign for redemption?” she asked through panted breaths. “You need my good girl name?”

The planning meeting never got past the hospital ambush. That was all Charlie had outlined for me. She wanted Austin to start to make the connection that underneath the playboy act it was possible I had a heart of gold, buried under the scowl and the tattoos. Life had made me tough, and all it took was the influence of a good woman to make me some kind of loveable teddy bear. It was fucking laughable. I didn’t have a hard life. I was born and raised in a small Texas town. Great parents who raised two football-loving sons. One a people pleaser. The other a hard-headed prick.

Alexa writhed under my touch. “You have everything to gain and I have everything to lose.”

She was fucking right. This girl could save me. And I could destroy her.

Getting lost in her. Burying myself in her was the first time I thought salvation was something I wanted. Her eyes on me stoked a new desire. A desire for something bigger than myself.

I didn’t want to be the Luke Canton that everyone else saw me as. I wanted to be the Luke Canton that Alexa saw me as. The man she relied on to protect her when we were in the parking garage. The quarterback who would pay his last penny for a private concert with her. The man she needed to unlock the secrets of her body. She fucking needed me.

“Then don’t tell anyone.” I didn’t need her because Charlie dictated it. I needed her for me. She was my perfect dirty secret.

“What?” She tried to prop herself on her elbows, but I was making my way down the silky skin surrounding her navel. She flattened on the mattress with a soft sigh.

“I don’t care about using your image. That was never my shitty idea. It won’t happen again.”

I took my time, pressing her folds back with my fingers, feasting my eyes on her swollen clit. It was as if it were pulsing a rhythm for me. I licked my lips.

With a quick snatch, Alexa pulled a pillow to her chest. That wasn’t going to help her when I got started.

“Really?” She barely got the word out. “You won’t?”

“No. I swear.” I wanted the argument to be over. I wouldn’t touch her name. Only her body.

I blew a warm whisper of air between her legs, pinning her velvet layers into position. God, she was even waxed to perfection, pointing me to right where I wanted to be.

“You haven’t answered my question,” I reminded her.

Her eyes were glazed with lust. I could smell the musky scent seeping between her legs. My cock was a hard rod of steel, ready to possess her one more time. But not until she said the words.

The stakes were different now.

I had an entirely different offer than I did last night.

“Do you want me to let you go, or do you want to stay and be fucked?” I’d never given a woman the option to be mine. I’d never wanted anything more than a good-time fuck. But with Alexa one time. Two times. Not enough. Not fucking close.

Her nails dug into the contours of her side. She twisted her hips, pumping with sexy hip action, trying to get more from me, but I held her where I wanted her. I watched the pink bud throb—God, she fucking wanted me.

With one word that swollen clit would be mine. I’d bury my cock so far inside her there would be no going back. Her slick honey coated her. My dick would slide with fiery heat, claiming her with authority.

Her manicured nails raked closer to me, digging into her thighs. The tips pressed at the peak of her knees and I almost fucking lost it. She spread her legs wider almost dropping them to the blanket as if she could read my mind.

“Fucked,” she moaned. “I want to be fucked.”

Her tits pebbled and the cream between her legs flowed.

I needed only one taste. One second inside her like this. Taking in every ounce of sinful heaven she offered.