I stomp up the path to my doorway.
In a bounding leap, he hops over the shrubs and stands in my way, blocking me from the front door. One dark brow rises. “I see someone’s feisty today.”
My chin tilts, shoulders back, I sidestep him, snapping, “Word to the wise, your tactics could use some work.”
He grabs me around the waist, hauling me back. Of course he’s hard. Did the man walk around with a perpetual hard-on? Well too bad for him because he’s now on my list.
“Hmmm…is that so?” He nips my earlobe and an involuntary shiver races through me. “It puts you on your back often enough.”
I will not be distracted.
“Ha!” I pry his hands off my stomach. Over my shoulder, I toss him a smirk. “Arrogance will get you nowhere. Good luck with that erection, see ya later.”
Then I march up the front steps and slip my key into the lock.
Lukas laughs, his evil, mischievous laugh, but I will not be persuaded by hormones.
The lock clicks open and I stride through the door, tossing my work stuff onto the foyer table. Behind me, the door slams with a loud bang as Lukas barges in.
I spin around. “Your invitation has been revoked!”
He grips my arm and spins me around with lightning-fast speed, pressing me against the wall, mouth hard on me. He kisses me like a starving man, as if he can’t get enough.
As though he’s missed me.
I’m mad, but I can’t help returning the fervor of his mouth.
When we are both panting for breath, he pulls back.
“Maybe I should rephrase.” He unhooks my belt and it clatters to the floor. “You look hot as hell.”
“Oh.” The irritation begins to fade, replaced by pleasure. No one has ever called me “hot as hell” before.
He pinches my nipples through the fabric. “I don’t want the men at work getting ideas because you’re driving them crazy.”
I gasp at his words, not quite believing them, but arching into his palms anyway.
“The only man you’re allowed to drive crazy is me.” He runs his hands up and down my body, pausing at the open vee of the dress. The sound of fabric tearing fills the air as he rips the dress with both hands.
All those tiny buttons fly through the air, scattering in a million different directions.
Oh my god, nobody has ever torn my clothes off before! I’m caught between giddiness and indignation. I decide on the latter. “Hey! That was new!”
His mouth skims over the curve of my neck. “Mmmm…sorry.”
“No you’re not.” I’m so easy. Because my blood heats as he licks at my nipple through my lacy black bra before biting the tip.
“I’ll buy you another one,” he murmurs.
I drop one hand to the erection tenting his jeans and squeeze. “The same one.”
“Will you wear it to work?” His mouth is still playing across my breasts.
“Yes.”
“Then no.” A flick of the wrist and my bra is undone. Deft fingers stroke and abrade my sensitive nipples.
Unzipping his jeans, I arch when he rolls the hard buds. It feels too damn good. He feels too good.