Wicked: Leather and Lace [Wicked Series Book 2] (8 page)

Something flashed across his face so quickly she almost missed it. When he looked away, she knew he wasn't telling her something. He looked different suddenly, like he had the night before in the elevator. The rock star was gone, in his place, a man she didn't even know.

She leaned forward, encircling his neck with her arms and felt a warm glow surround her body when he tightened his hold on her. “Are you going to feed me or were you planning on starving me until Bobby shows up?"

"The kitchen is stocked."

"Can you cook?” she asked.

He smiled. “Like a pro."

"Oh, prove it."

Roxy stood in the kitchen, leaning over the island bar, cutting up vegetables for a salad. Music filtered through the apartment and she kept glancing up at Luke while he prepared a cognac sauce on the stove.

He'd changed his clothes, surprising her when he walked downstairs in a pair of faded blue jeans and a t-shirt. He was barefoot and looked nothing like the rock star she'd been lusting over. This man, was way hotter.

He looked so—unlike himself. His entire demeanor had changed. He was still flirty, and touchy-feely, but she knew she was seeing a man not many others had. It was as if Luke had vanished and a new person had stepped in his place. Not that she was complaining. This new man was interesting. He definitely knew his way around a kitchen, just as he said he did. Her stomach hadn't stopped growling since he'd started cooking.

When he turned, saucepan in hand, he winked at her before pouring the sauce over the beef. “Almost finished with those,” he asked, nodding his head to the vegetables she was chopping.

"Yes, last one."

"Good. This is best while hot."

With the food preparations finished, they sat down at the table. Roxy couldn't help but notice how domestic this felt. She'd never had this. In all the relationships she'd ever been in, she couldn't remember one time her boyfriends had cooked for her. They'd always taken her out to eat. Never once had a cozy dinner been served at one of their homes. Of course, none of her past relationships had ever amounted to much. A few dates, a couple of rolls across the sheets, and they were both moving on to bigger and better things.

Luke poured them wine and when she looked at her plate, her mouth watered. Beef tenderloin with cognac sauce. The dish looked like it came from a five-star restaurant.

She grinned and looked up at him. “Okay, do you moonlight as a chef on weekends?"

He picked up his wine glass, taking a sip before smiling. “Would you believe me if I told you I was in culinary school when I met Mick?"

She raised a curious brow. “Culinary school?"

He nodded.

"You?"

"I can tell by the look on your face you don't believe me."

"It's not that I don't believe you,” she said, “It's just ... well, it's so unlike you."

He laughed. “There are a lot of things you don't know about me."

"Like what?"

He ignored her question. “Start eating,” he said, gesturing to her plate.

When she took her first bite, the flavor of the food caused a moan to ease past her lips. “Oh my god. This is so good."

"I hope you make the same sound when it's me you're tasting."

She looked up. The hormone driven rock star was back and a shiver raced up her spine. “Do you taste this good?"

Passion flared in his gray eyes and she drank in the look. “You're more than welcome to find out at your leisure."

"I'll definitely keep that in mind for dessert,” she said, taking another bite of her food.

They talked through their meal. Their conversation drifted from one subject to the next with ease and she found herself enthralled in him as he talked. Luke's flirting didn't stop and she couldn't help teasing him back. By the time they'd cleaned their plates, she was so restless she could have done him right there on the kitchen floor.

She leaned back in her seat, sipping her wine while watching him. He was doing the same to her. The hunger in his eyes grew and when he sat his glass down she knew the moment she'd been waiting on since first seeing him perform was close at hand.

"So, Ms. Carlisle, tell me. Are you through playing hard to get?"

She grinned. “What makes you think I'm playing hard to get?"

"Devin told me."

Roxy's eyes widened. “And you believe everything Devin tells you?"

"I do when he's blackmailed into telling me what I want to know. There's no way he would have lied to me with what I have hanging over his head."

"And that would be?"

Luke laughed. “I'm not that easy, sweetheart."

"Neither am I."

"So I've noticed.” He stood then, his chair scraping across the tiled floor. “Want to pretend we are?"

He extended his hand and Roxy's pulse quickened. She reached out, closing her fingers around his and let him drag her to her feet. “You like games?"

"I love games."

His voice was deep and held a hint of seduction. Her heart beat faster at the sound of it and when he took a step backwards, pulling her with him out of the kitchen, she felt heat crawling up her spine. “And what game are we going to play tonight?"

"I vote for private dancer."

"This doesn't have anything to do with that stripper pole in your bedroom, does it?"

He grinned and led her into the living room. “I want to see you strip."

"I'm not dancing around that pole,” she laughed.

"Why not."

The man actually stopped walking and pouted. At that moment, Roxy would have climbed the damn pole butt-ass naked to keep the look on his face. He was too damn sexy for words.

Releasing his hand, she leaned forward and kissed him, pushing on his chest until he started walking backwards again. When he stood before one of the living room chairs, she pushed him down and raised a hand to the top button of her blouse. “I don't need a pole to make you beg."

She'd never stripped for anyone while they watched. Sure, there was the mad dash to get naked as her date did the same, but it wasn't anything like this. She felt as if she were on display and the thrill of it left heat pooling between her legs.

The music was hypnotic and she moved away from him, her hips swaying to the music as she walked toward the stairs. Luke's gaze drank in her every move, anticipation evident on his face, and knowing he was eager for her left her dizzy with desire.

The buttons on her blouse were opened while he sat there staring. The barest hint of skin and he froze, his gaze hungry and leaving goose bumps trickling across her skin.

She unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it off her shoulders to reveal a black bra, the cups barely covering her nipples. She dropped the blouse, reaching behind her to the zipper of her skirt.

Giving him her back, she looked over one shoulder, smiling at his slackened features. He licked his lips, his eyes darting over her form.

Pushing the skirt down, she leaned over, giving him a view of her backside, the g-string bottom of her panties leaving nothing to the imagination.

He moaned loudly and hissed her name.

When the skirt pooled at her feet, she lifted her leg, stepping out of the garment before kicking it away and turning back to face him. She stood in nothing but her underwear, thigh-high hose, and black heels.

With a saucy smile, she raised her arms above her head, letting her body sway to the music. She looked at him, watching him lean back against the chair, his eyes hungry and glossed over.

The music infused her limbs, guiding her movements. Her hands ran her shoulders, her fingertips brushing her nipples before skimming her stomach to the edge of her panties. She slowed her movements and locked eyes with him before sliding her fingers into her panties.

His nostrils flared at the action and she smiled, dipping one lone finger between her pussy lips and throwing her head back while rubbing her clit.

When he growled her name, she looked at him and laughed when he jumped from the chair.

She turned and ran, headed for the stairs.

He caught her on the fourth step up, his arms encircling her waist from behind before turning her body to face him. His kiss was mind numbing and Roxy moaned at its intensity and reached out to grab the stair railing when her knees buckled before her bottom hit the step above her.

Luke leaned over her as his hands scorched a trail over her flesh. He was nestled between her open thighs, his weight bearing her down along the steps.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing over her jaw. Roxy closed her eyes, raising a hand to the back of his head and felt tingles run the length of her spine when he extended his tongue, licking a wet path to the top of her breast. He sucked her nipple into his mouth through the lace of her bra and she arched her back.

Roxy reached down, snapping open the front closure on the garment and gasped when the warmth of his mouth touched her flesh. Light, nipping bites tinted her skin pink and she squirmed under him, not able to get close enough.

He flicked her nipple with the sharp point of his tongue, swirling it around the puckered nub before sucking it into his mouth. His teeth clamped down gently, the sting sending a current of need straight to her core before he released her and showered her neglected breast with the same attention.

Hot, wet kisses covered her body, Luke making his way down her stomach to the heat between her legs and he buried his face in her center, sucking at her swollen flesh through her panties. She squirmed under him, her head thrown back on the step and her hand shot to the back of his head.

Pulling her panties to one side, he licked up her center, sucking her clit into his mouth. Her sensitive flesh devoured until she was trembling with the need for release. When she whispered his name, her fingers digging into his scalp, he pulled away.

Roxy looked up, watching him pull his shirt over his head before standing. The button on his jeans was popped and the material slid down his legs moments later. When he stood before her, naked and glorious, she bit her lip in anticipation.

"Slide off your bra and panties."

She did as asked and leaned back, stripped bare, with the edge of the steps biting into her spine. He stared at her while rolling a condom down the length of his shaft and it was only then she realized she was trembling. This was really happening.

When he leaned back over her, capturing her lips, she wrapped her arms around him, lifting her hips in invitation. He took it, driving his cock into her to the root and she gasped at the intrusion. Sparks of light flashed behind her closed eyelids and when he found a steady rhythm, pumping his hips into her, she laid her head back and let the feel of him imprint into her mind.

He nuzzled her breasts, sucking and licking them while fucking her with deep, long strokes. Her nails scored his back and the harder the pressure, the more intense he became. His thrusts became harder, his lips more persistent and she was thrust into a breath stealing orgasm, his name whispered past her lips.

When her body stopped trembling, he leaned back, sliding from her depths before standing. She was pulled to her feet and turned to the stair railing. Luke ran his hands over her back, cupping her bottom in his hands. She glanced over her shoulder at him and gasped when he slipped past her moist folds an instant later.

The first slow glide of his cock and she was babbling nonsense as he ground himself into her, conscious thought gone. Her body felt wired, sparks of electricity shooting off nerve endings she wasn't aware she possessed and when she felt a second climax drawing near, she gripped the railing and threw her head back, screaming past the rush.

He followed her moments later, his grip on her tightening to the point of pain but it was her name, hissed in her ear, that weakened her knees. His weight behind her and the cold metal of the railing was the only thing keeping her upright.

As her breathing returned too normal, she opened her eyes, staring out the windows at the city below. They stood there for long minutes, neither saying a word. When Luke kissed the side of her neck, she turned her head to look at him. The soft spoken stranger she'd had dinner with was back. His eyes full of tenderness and she sighed while leaning back against him.
It would be so easy to fall in love with him.
She shook the thought away. She couldn't afford to let her heart get in the way. She was leaving in three days. There wasn't time for anything more.

The moon was full, its light shining through the window and illuminating Roxy's face. She looked different to him. Softer somehow. She shifted in her sleep; the sheet draped over her back slipping down to reveal the curve of her spine and Luke reached out, running his fingers over her exposed skin.

His body was spent. He'd had her in half a dozen ways but he still wanted her. Had wanted her since the moment he saw her sitting in the hotel bar. She'd been the only woman there who hadn't thrown herself at him. Hell, she barely even acknowledged him, which is why she'd caught his attention. Women noticed him. They always had, but not her. Not his Roxy. She'd sat there sipping her drink like he didn't even exist and he knew without a doubt, if she had let him have her that first night in the club, they wouldn't be here now. Chasing after her had been new and even if he admitted only to himself, the best time he'd had. Pursuing a woman was much more fun than them throwing themselves at him. Besides, he knew her now. Knew she wasn't like all the rest. Resisting him had been her first step into his world and now he was loathe to let her out of it.

"What are you thinking about?"

Her soft voice disturbed the stillness in the room and Luke lifted his head to look at her. “You."

A sleepy smile greeted him. “All good, I hope."

"Always."

She slid across the bed to him, wrapping one arm around his waist and burying her face against his neck. “What time is it?"

"Almost five."

"In the morning?"

He chuckled. “Yes."

"Why are you awake at five a.m.?"

"I'm always up this early."

She made a small, hmph, noise, snuggling in closer to him. He pulled her close, burying a hand in her hair. “How many more days are you here?"