Page 40 of Forty, Flirty & Fall Inn

Decisive.Focused.Completely in control.

His hands find my waist and pull me flush against him, and I melt into the heat of him, his strength, his calm.

My back hits the counter with a soft thud, and he crowds in, his mouth demanding now—rougher, deeper, his tongue sweeping against mine like he needs to consume the tension we’ve been pretending doesn’t exist.

“Luke,” I gasp when he moves to my neck, biting lightly just beneath my jaw.

My hips arch into him, and he groans—actually groans.

If there was any debate about whether Luke Sterling was human or not, that sound alone has put the argument to bed.

And speaking of “putting things to bed”…

My body sure as hell seems intent on doing just that to the CEO kissing me senseless right now.

My hands curl into his soaked shirtfront, tugging him close enough to skim my breasts.I’m kissing him like he’s the air I need to breathe.

And when he lifts me onto the counter as if I weigh nothing, I actually sigh.

The sigh deepens as he steps between the valley of my legs, inserting his big body between my thighs.

His palms—just as large as the rest of him—skim up under my shirt, stroking the bare skin underneath, and for the first time, I notice everything carnal beneath Mr.Robot Billionaire’s cool surface.

This is a different side of the cybersecurity CEO.

And it’s messy.Chaotic.Disordered.

And so freaking hot I could combust right on the spot.

All at once, I realize that whatever’s happening inside this kitchen isn’t about restraint anymore.

Not even a little bit.

It’s about the way Luke’s hips press into mine like he’s already halfway inside me.

It’s about the way his fingers grip my thighs, like he’s barely holding himself back.

It’s about the heat.The hunger.The fact that I know that he knows this is a mistake and he can’t bring himself to care.

Neither can I.

We break apart only when I gasp too hard to keep going, and even then, he doesn’t move far.His forehead presses against mine, and his breath ghosts across my lips.

I can tell.Tell that he wants to say something, to say anything that will?—

CRASH!

The sound of something breaking from the dining room shatters the moment into a thousand pieces that not even arousal can pull together again.

Luke frowns.“What was?—"

"Buttercup," I exhale hard."She probably found something expensive to eat."

We stare at each other in the moonlit kitchen.

His shirt is untucked.My hair is a disaster.

And neither of us is alright.