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  “What time are you finished tonight?” he asked her.

  She opened the door and looked back at him. “I’m working with out of town clients, so they’ll probably finish up early. What time will you be finished at your office?”

  “As early as possible,” he purred, his voice still husky and the need blatant in his eyes.

  Naya briefly glanced down at his erection and smiled, knowing that she was still affecting him this way.

  “Call me when you’re finished at work,” she said and then whipped around. As she walked out the door, she wasn’t aware of the sensual sway of her hips or the bright smile on her beautiful features. But Luke saw both. He was still in pain, but he felt a triumphant burst of pride that he’d done that to Naya. She was always so reserved despite her lush body. And he’d brought out the woman in her!

  Luke took a moment to get his body back under control. He gripped the edge of the countertop, trying to keep himself from walking to the door and pulling her back inside. He wanted to make love to her again this morning. Just one more time. Inhaling deeply, he pulled himself back, keeping himself under control.

  No. Tonight. He would see her again tonight. Maybe he could get off work early and take her out to dinner. Or just get her into his bed and make love to her instead of eating. Food wasn’t as necessary as Naya now.

  Chapter 8

  The day had started off so perfectly! Naya had been warm and snuggling in his arms, her bright, beautiful hair tickling his neck and her soft body wrapped closely around him.

  What the hell had happened?

  Vendors were messing up orders, realtors were calling demanding additional units, he had five companies asking for more than ten thousand square feet of office space and there was some virus going through the office, knocking people out sick. It was like the entire world was conspiring against him seeing Naya tonight!

  But that wasn’t going to happen! No way! He needed her more than he needed his next breath. Damn, just a smile from her and he would feel better.

  When his assistant walked into his office with a look on her face that indicated he was not going to like whatever had gone wrong next, he held up his hands. “I don’t want to know.”

  Debra laughed. “It can wait until tomorrow,” she told him. “From the frustrated look on your face, you have a better place to be than here.”

  Luke’s shoulders relaxed. “You’re right.” He rubbed his forehead. “But tell me what’s going on.”

  She shook her head. “There’s just a problem with a supplier. I’ll hand this off to Marcy to work her magic. She knows these people better than anyone I know, has them all wrapped around her little finger.”

  Luke laughed. “Yes. Marcy can work magic.” He looked around at his desk, wondering if there was anything else that urgently needed his attention.

  Debra understood his expression and shook her head as she grabbed his jacket, handing it to him. “Nothing more can be done about these issues tonight. Everyone else has gone home. You go too.” And she pushed him out of his office.

  Luke took his coat and lifted his cell phone out of his pocket. He’d already texted Naya earlier, letting her know that he might be a bit later. Now he wasn’t sure if she would even see him tonight. “Just fixed the latest crisis,” he texted. “Is it too late to come over? I’ll pick you up, but I need to see you tonight if possible.”

  He stared at his phone, waiting for a response during the whole ride down the elevator. He told himself that, if she didn’t text back by the time he reached his car, he would call her. If she didn’t answer…

  “Not too late,” she texted back.

  He smiled as he hurried over to his car. Another night in Naya’s arms. Damn, how he wanted her! And for more than just one night! Oh, and he wasn’t letting her leave his bed until tomorrow morning. He liked her sleeping next to him too much to forgo that temptation. Besides, he liked waking her up from a sound sleep and making love to her again. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too tender tomorrow morning. He would love to make love to her with the sunshine streaming in through his bedroom window so that her hair would look like it was on fire. Yeah, he loved that hair!

  “Did you eat dinner?” he texted as he whipped his Porsche into the parking lot of the Chinese food place that he preferred. If she’d already eaten, he’d just grab something fast and bring her some dessert. If she hadn’t….

  Damn, he liked the idea of feeding her. He liked the idea of eating off of her. Yeah, he liked the idea of tasting her. All of her. Everywhere.

  Hell, his body was hard again as he pulled the door of the restaurant open.

  “I haven’t, but I can cook you something and bring it over if you are hungry,” she texted back.

  He smiled and doubled his order. “I’ll bring dinner,” was his immediate reply. He laughed, thinking about how he was breaking another one of her rules. Thirty-six hours later and he’d worn down two of the five. He was determined to obliterate all of them eventually and force her to accept that there was more to their relationship than just sex. She was an intelligent, beautiful woman and he wanted…more.

  And he knew exactly what that “more” was going to be. Marriage terrified Naya, but he didn’t know why. An image of his brothers’ relationships with their lovely ladies popped into his mind, but he knew he couldn’t propose to her. Not yet.

  He was in trouble, he thought as he watched the people in the back of the restaurant load up take out containers with his order.

  The whole time, he was thinking about Naya. He liked her smiles, her laughter, her eyes, her hair, and her body. Oh yeah, he loved her body. And what’s more, he loved the way her body reacted to his every touch. Hell, he only needed to look in her direction and she was on fire for him.

  “All ready, sir,” the cashier announced and placed a very large bag on the countertop.

  Luke pulled several bills from his wallet and paid for the food, grabbing the bag and almost sprinting out. He wanted, no, he needed to be with Naya tonight. She soothed the ferocious beast inside of him. Just her smile or her gentle touch could make him feel better.

  “I’m picking you up,” he texted her, then shoved his phone away, not wanting to read anything that would contradict his plan. He wanted her, he was going to treat her like a lady and bring her food. If she kicked him out after dinner because they weren’t at his place, so be it. He would be fine, as long as he could spend a few hours in her company over dinner.

  Five minutes later, he was standing in front of her doorway, the bag of food in his hand. He was just about to knock when the door opened up and Naya was standing there in a white, silk robe and…nothing else!

  Luke stood in the doorway, his eyes moving from her anxious expression, confused for half a second before his glance moved lower, taking in the fact that the silk was barely covering all the luscious, perfect, beautiful parts of her curvaceous figure.

  “Naya,” he growled, stepping into the small house and slamming the door closed behind him. He wasn’t aware of the bag of food landing on the floor as he move closer to her.

  Naya stepped back, her hands nervously clutching at the tie of her silk robe. She’d done it, but his reaction wasn’t nearly what she’d been hoping for. She felt silly now, standing in her tiny foyer in nothing but the silk robe.

  “You don’t like it,” she whispered, wishing she could turn back time. Just five minutes. Right before she’d hurriedly decided that she was going to be brave. “It was a stupid idea.” She stepped backwards, about to run into her bedroom and put more clothes on. But two strong hands stopped her retreat, turning her around.

  “Don’t like what?” he asked and Naya looked at him, not understanding the strange tone to his voice.

  “The robe. I’m embarrassing you.” But he didn’t look embarrassed. He looked…like he was on fire.

  “You’re not embarrassing me,” he murmured as he pulled her closer. “Hell no. Embarrassment is the very last thing I am feeling right now.”
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  He pulled her even closer, his fingers moving up her arm, smoothing along the silk and then…back down her chest, over her breast. His finger rubbed over her nipple. “Why in the world would you think I was embarrassed?” he demanded, not releasing her hands as he continued to run his finger over the nipple. The peak was emphasized by the soft texture of her robe and he couldn’t ever remember being this turned on in his life.

  Okay, maybe last night he’d been this on fire. But last night, he’d also been painfully aware that she was a virgin. Tonight, he didn’t have that issue. He could show her other things, more interesting things. More positions. Of course, last night’s positions had been pretty incredible!

  When she moaned, her body arching towards then away from his touch, he smiled, more than ready for different positions.

  Then again, there was nothing wrong with the tried and true positions. Especially when he knew that he needed to be inside of her. Inside her heat. Watching her body move with his thrusts.

  “I brought dinner,” he told her, still watching, still entranced as his finger moved over to her other nipple.

  “Dinner,” she nodded, her eyes closed. “Dinner is good.”

  “I thought no dinner,” he teased, pinching her nipple and throbbing when she gasped out loud.

  “Okay, no dinner,” she replied, almost swaying towards his fingers that were driving her crazy with need.

  He spun her around, his hands pushing her up against the door. Her eyes flew open and she looked up at him, questioning.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded. Dinner was forgotten. The only thing on his mind was stripping this woman bare and making love to her. Maybe right here. Right now.

  Then again, he loved the way she looked in this robe. Her curves were made for a robe like this, he thought, enjoying the way his hands slid over her. He grabbed her tiny waist, feeling the heaviness of her breasts against the back of his hands. “You’re gorgeous. And I’m sorry I didn’t fully show you how much I liked you in this robe a few minutes ago.”

  Naya smiled, but it was a weak expression. She was too focused on the man’s hands and the throbbing pulse down lower, between her legs.

  Luke pressed a knee between her legs, pushing his thigh against her heat. “Does this robe come in other colors?” he asked as he lifted his leg, causing her to moan, her fingers gripping his shoulders.

  “Yes,” she whispered, shifting her body against his leg. She was so turned on, she could barely breathe! “Lots of colors.”

  “I’m buying the robe in all of them,” he replied back as he pinched her nipple, feeling her nails dig into his shoulders through the material of his shirt and suit. “Open my shirt, Naya. I want your hands on my chest.”

  Naya looked up at him, her body shifting once more against his leg, her entire focus on the throbbing down lower. “What?” she asked, moving again, pressing her breast against his hand. He pinched her nipple again and she closed her eyes, her head falling back against the wood of the door.

  “Open my shirt! I need to feel your hands on me.”

  Once again, she tried to figure out what he was saying but when her eyes still wouldn’t focus, he stepped back, ignoring her cry of protest. His jacket fell to the floor and his tie was tossed behind his shoulders. Both of his hands pulled at the edges of his shirt and yanked.

  Luke tried to slow down, to have a bit more finesse, more patience. But Naya looked too incredible and the way her body was moving against his, he couldn’t slow down. Maybe in a few years, once he got used to the way she responded to him, he could take things slowly. But right now, he needed her touching him. Now!

  Buttons flew off of his shirt, his body on fire, and he could only grab her hands, placing them against his chest. When her fingers were finally where he needed them, he closed his eyes, loving the way her fingers moved, explored. “Yes!” he hissed, gritting his teeth as he enjoyed the sensations.

  Naya’s fingers moved over his chest, his shoulders, pushing the material of his shirt out of the way as her fingers found more and more areas to touch, to explore. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted to touch him, to feel him.

  When her fingers moved lower, loving the ridges on his abdomen and the way his muscles flexed under her fingers, she smiled, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She heard him groan and loved the sound. Wanted to hear it again. Over and over again, she moved her fingers against his body until she heard him make another noise. And when she’d won that sound from him, she wanted it again. It was like an addiction, she thought and moved her lips to his chest, loving the way he shifted against her.

  Boy, did he taste good, she thought. Her tongue darted out and she tasted his chest. A bit of salt and a lot of man. Her fingers moved lower, fumbling with his belt as she impatiently moved it out of her way. The belt was an obstruction she didn’t want! It was bothering her and she had to get it moved. When she still couldn’t get her no-longer-nimble fingers to get the belt undone, he took over and accomplished the task for her. She didn’t mind, although she did push his hands out of the way when the belt was finally undone. She wanted to touch him. All of him.

  “Naya!” he growled again when her fingers hesitated over that secret part of him. She looked up into his eyes, noticed they were closed and his jaw was clenched tight. “Can I?” she asked, needing permission to touch his erection.

  “Please do!” he snapped, his hands braced on the wood of the door above her head.

  Naya thought she might have smiled with his reaction, but she wasn’t really sure. She liked touching him and he tasted good on his chest. Would his stomach taste as good? She bent lower, pushing him away slightly so that she was no longer trapped against the door. Bending down, her tongue darted out, tasting the skin on his stomach. Yeah, that was good. Another glance upwards and she noticed that it was almost as if he were waiting on her. Oh, this was fun! She ignored the throbbing between her legs, too fascinated with her plan. She loved the way his eyes were clenched as well as his jaw. She suspected that the muscles in his arms were straining, but she didn’t want to take the time to explore his arms. She’d get there later. Much later. She had a more interesting goal in mind.

  Bending lower, she thought about going to her knees, but then calculated the distance. She was too short. She’d have to just…

  “Damn!” he hissed when her hands wrapped around his erection. He closed her fingers, needing a firmer hold.

  She loved that he liked this, because she certainly loved it. But she wanted…oh yeah. She was going to…. She bent lower and ran her tongue along the tip of his erection. He jerked backwards and she pulled away quickly.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  He laughed, his head falling backwards slightly. “Hell no! You’re driving me crazy!” he told her.

  Naya liked that. Her hand was still holding his erection and she smoothed her fingers up and down the shaft, feeling, exploring and comparing the feel to her own body. They were so dramatically different. “I like this,” she whispered and bent down to taste him again. But this time, she wanted more. She wanted all of him. She wrapped her lips around his erection and tasted the man. In the back of her head, she heard his palms slap against the wood of the door again, but the sound didn’t really register in her mind. At least, not as something she needed to concern herself with.

  This man, this amazing part of his anatomy…that was her focus. When she moved her mouth up and down along the length, she heard him groan and doubled her efforts. It was all so wonderful!

  “Naya!” he almost yelled but she ignored him and continued her ministrations, wanting him to feel exactly how he made her feel. Crazy.

  “Naya!” he called out again, but this time, he pulled out of her mouth and lifted her into his arms. “Enough. Any more and I’ll…” he shook his head as he carried her into her bedroom. “I want to be deep inside of you when I climax. I want your heat wrapped around me and I want your inner muscles pulling me deeper into your gorgeous body!”


  A moment later, he placed her in the middle of her bed and stood up, taking off the rest of his clothes. Tie was tossed behind him, slacks, socks, and shoes discarded with complete abandon. He didn’t care where they landed, as long as they weren’t on his body any longer.

  “Now you’re going to pay for that,” he growled, as he looked down at the ravishing woman with the silk robe halfway on and halfway off, hiding only some of her curves from his view. Damn, he loved this robe!

  His finger moved up, his hands cupping her breast as he teased the nipple with his teeth and his lips, his tongue, his fingers moving across the other one, pinching and teasing. He didn’t stop with one nipple until she was writhing against the bed. Only then did he move to the other one, making her scream out his name.

  He wanted to move lower, to taste her and drive her nuts just like she’d done to him, but he was too far gone. He stood up and pulled her to the edge of the bed, rolling the condom down his length only moments before he grabbed her legs and pressed into her heat.

  Luke watched as her mouth opened upon his invasion, her body arching to take him deeper and her body moved against his. When he was fully embedded in her heat, he stopped, looking down at her. “Pull the robe away, Naya. I want to see your breasts.”

  She did as he’d instructed, but she was still shifting against him, encouraging him to move. He liked that. A demanding lover. Not that she’d get away with it, he thought with relish. But he liked that she would try.

  “Tell me what you want,” he ran a finger down the middle of her chest, between her breasts.

  “Move!” she almost growled, grabbing his hand and pulling his fingers over to her nipple. “Touch me and move!”

  He laughed, delighted with her. “Like this?” he asked, moving in and out of her slowly.

  “More!”

  His fingers tightened on her nipple. “Like this?” he asked and moved in and out of her faster.

  “Yes!” she sighed, arching so that his pelvis was hitting her on that bud. Damn that was hot, he thought.