Finally I’m kissing her and she’s pressing her body into mine like I always dreamed about. Our tongues slip and slide on our moans as those memories slam through me. The day she dropped her motorcycle and skinned her right side pretty bad, broke her leg, and I carried her off the freeway, leaving our bikes there even if they’d be hit, unmanned. Crushing Sofia Sol closer, I groan into her, “Let’s get out of here.”
Biting her wet lips, she nods and runs a hand through her hair to collect herself while I dig my cash out. “How much you think it is?”
“Who knows,” I mutter, throwing down a twenty for the tip, and the spilled ice. “Let’s go find out.”
Her eyes are locked on my hand like she wants to hold it, keep it. I extend my palm out, and she slides her fingers across, taking her time to treasure the tingles it gives us before flicking a glance up. “Luke, I’m shaking.”
“Me too.”
“I want this,” she frowns, mouth twisting. “Maybe too much.”
My blood is pounding hard in my head, my chest, my cock. “Me too.”
Our fingers link as we walk inside. “Can we get the bill?”
The staff reacts, surprised and exchanging glances.
Our server struggles for the check.
“Something wrong?” I ask.
“No, uh…”
Sofia catches on.
I never would have.
She offers an amused, “You thought we were brother and sister.”
“Yes! You’re not?”
“No…we are.”
A stifled laugh breaks from me. It’s half snort and half I-want-to-get-to-the-hotel. Handing over my card I smirk, “Don’t tell anyone.”
With a devilish grin, Sofia whispers, “Especially our parents. Shhhh.”
Pulling her to me I kiss her, full tongue, right in front of our audience. She hooks a leg around my hip and moans. The staff is horrified. We separate, grinning our asses off. As I sign my name I tell them, “We’re not related,” and cock an eyebrow. “We’re pulling your chains.”
Sofia makes a face, “Party pooper.”
“You’re sick,” I laugh, taking her hand and enjoying the warmth and the pressure as our fingers lace again. Our strides are hurried, boots echoing off the ceramic tile.
CHAPTER 30
SOFIA SOL
We nod hello and goodnight to the desk clerk, an older man who smiles perpetually, just like Sherry does. As we walk onto the waiting elevator I tell Luke, “They put something in the water here, or it’s that psychic vortex or nexus…or whatever she called it. People smile a lot.” The doors swoosh and, alone now, he turns to me, the look in his eyes pure lust and bad intentions.
He backs me to the wall, spreading my legs with his knee and raising it up so that I’m straddling his rock hard thigh. It’s such a sexy move that my heartbeat pulses between my legs, eyelids instantly heavy as I watch Luke staring through the lace of Celia’s white blouse with unchecked hunger.
I throw my arms above my head. “You don’t have to look away anymore.”
Thick fingers roughly trace my mounds through the fabric, pressing into the lace, dipping below their weight, lifting them, increasing the cleavage while he stares, breaths growing strained, ragged.
I thrust my chest out.
He groans, locking eyes with me. “Tease.”
“Not this time.”
Our lips lock, pleasure spinning out of control in my body. I had no idea kissing him would feel this good. It’s incomparable.
The doors open and Luke bends down, picks me up, and throws me over his shoulder like a doll. Laughing, I bounce all to way his room, stretch to scrape the carpet with my short nails. “I’m leaving a trail behind!”
“We’re leaving an old life behind.”
He swipes the key, kicks the door open then shut, and throws us both on the bed, quickly dominating me, caging me like the trained fighter that he is.
“Do we have to leave the old life behind?” I ask, a little nervous this time. Not like I was with Atlas. Then it was just for fun. This feels like if it doesn’t work out I won’t recover.
“We know the consequences, Soph, there’s no going in blind here. This is a choice we’re making, you understand?” He searches my eyes as I trace his sharp cheekbones, watching the pads of my fingers run along his copper skin. He drops to kiss me, our eyes closing at the same time as sensations both physical and emotional tangle me.
Luke pushes off the bed. He crooks a beckoning finger, eyes darkening. “Come to me. I’m going to undress you.”
I slink off the bed like a cat, and try to kick my boots off with the same sensuality. But they fight me and now I look ridiculous. “Well, fuck,” I mutter as Luke laughs at me, crossing his arms while I lean over to tug them off. “Okay, I was sexy for the first half of this.”
Walking to me, he kneels to help me out of these boots. “You’re the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life. Every town we’ve been in, when I’m on the road with or without you, I’ve tried to find someone else who did to me what you do. Never worked. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m admitting this.” He pulls off my socks and tosses them aside, running his hands up my jeans as he locks eyes with me. “You were off limits. I knew it, so every woman I fucked out there, I was thinking of you.” He rises up. “And when I heard that Atlas had done what I always believed was impossible, you know how I felt?”
I frown, stunned by these confessions, “Angry, you must have been very angry.”
“It was pure rage. Not just at you guys, but at myself for never having made a move.” He kisses me and murmurs against my lips, “Lost. I couldn’t be with you if you wanted him. I couldn’t try and take you away even when that’s all I wanted to do. You don’t want him, do you?”
“I want you. And I don’t want to lose you. I feel strange, Luke, like…”
