Luke’s Touch (Walker Security – Lucifer’s Trilogy #2) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Walker Security - Lucifer's Trilogy Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
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“Yes,” she whispers. “Better together.”

“They’re going to regret who they messed with,” I promise her.

“God, yes, they are,” she murmurs as I lift her, shifting us, until I’m pressing inside her, and I groan with the warm, tight heat of her body.

Ana scrapes her teeth across her lower lip, her fingers digging in my shoulders, and it’s sexy as fuck. She’s sexy as fuck. My body demands a fast and hard path to satisfaction, but I damn sure plan to savor every moment of this. I cup her head, and we breathe together. Ana’s hand presses to my cheek and she pulls back to stare down at me. “Is it crazy for me to say I can finally breathe again?”

Holy hell, the things this woman makes me feel. I can’t even put a name to the rush of emotions those words deliver. “No,” I say. “No, it is not. I feel the same. You’re the love of my life, baby. Don’t ever forget it.”

She smiles at my answer, a sweet smile made sweeter by her passion-laden eyes, and the squeeze of her body around my cock. She leans in and presses my hand to her breast, and her lips to my mouth. Now I’m the one smiling and we laugh for no reason at all. Fuck me, it’s sexy as hell. I pinch her nipple and she flattens her hands on my chest, arching against me, silently urging me to stop holding back, to move with her.

I drag her mouth to mine, kiss her, taste her, shifting our hips as I grind her against me, shifting a little left and right. She gasps and moans with the sensations it creates. Oh yeah, baby, I think. She arches into me again, rocking her body. At the same time, the licks of our tongues grow wilder, hungrier. I mold her closer, pressing her breasts to my chest, the feel of her next to me, driving me to the edge of insanity. But still, I hold myself back, savoring what becomes a sultry dance between us.

There is a moment though, when she catches a handful of my hair, just a hint of that wilder, darker side of who we can be together, showing itself, as she whispers, “Luke. Please.”

That’s it. We’re done going slow. I lift my hips, thrust, repeat, and she rocks hard and fast against me until she’s burying her face in my neck, her body trembling, her sex, clenching my cock. I groan, with the sensation deep in my balls, and then I’m holding onto her a little harder, shuddering with release. When our bodies still, Ana melts into me.

“Oh my God,” she murmurs.

I smile against her neck. “Yes. That.” We shift our bodies, and she rushes to the bathroom while I lay pull on my pants. Do I think someone is about to attack us? No. But do I want to be ready in case? Yes. And I damn sure could shoot them naked, with my cock hanging out, but it would be really damn awkward. Ana returns and I slide a blanket around her and lay down, pulling her on top of me. Yes, I’m greedy. I don’t want her to get dressed yet. I’m not done with her. If I’m lucky, she’s not done with me either.

But there is a topic we brushed off for too long now. In fact, I told her I didn’t give two fucks on this topic and at the time I didn’t. But things have changed. We’ve changed. “Are you on birth control, Ana?”

She’s silent for a moment, before she sits up and glances down at me. “That’s probably not a question you want to ask right now.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Luke

For just a moment, I lay there, letting Ana’s response sink in. She’s not on birth control. It’s as if someone just slammed cymbals right beside my head, the impact jolting me and then humming a bit. She might be pregnant. I wait for my rejection and panic over the idea, but I find neither of these things. In fact, the idea sits pretty well, sliding down low in my gut, and singing a bit.

I sit up next to her, intending to feel out what she’s thinking, intrigued by the idea, despite the breakup convincing me a family wasn’t for me. I’m shifting back into “us” mode. I hope like hell she’s doing the same. We’ve always tended to have these shifts together, which is a shared chemistry you don’t even realize as the treasure it is until you lose that treasure. Now I value everything about us a hundred times more, and I already loved the hell out of this woman. “That’s a no,” I say. “You are not on birth control.”

“No,” she says. “I’m not. I mean I brought it up, and we blew it off, and I guess I just thought—well, it’s you and—”



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