Luke: Armed and Dangerous by Cheyenne McCray Page A

truly was a magical potion. She
     started forward then hesitated.
    What the hell? She was alone—the backyard was completely enclosed. It was secluded and hidden from
     view by countless trees and bushes, so no one could see her. And Skylar and Zack would
     be gone till tomorrow.
    Trinity stripped out of her bra and bikini underwear, her nipples growing painfully
     hard in the cool air. When she walked in front of one heater, its warmth radiated
     along one side, the chilly air brushing her other side.
    She stepped down into the hot tub and sighed in complete bliss as she sank into the
     warmth and settled onto the underwater bench. Jets of water pulsated along her skin
     while she breathed deep of the clear and clean country evening air. She’d forgotten
     how dry the Arizona desert was—it felt somehow lighter here than in England.
    While she relaxed, for the millionth time her thoughts returned to the other night.
    To Luke Rider.
    Everything about the man screamed sex. Rough, wild, and hard... all that Race couldn’t
     begin to give her.
    No, Race couldn’t be considered wild about anything. Anything other than Wildgames,
     that is. He was a shrewd businessman, but he’d been calm and refined as a boyfriend
     and as a lover. There’d never been any fireworks with him, but it had always been
     comfortable and enjoyable.
    All the guys she’d dated—pretty much the same story.
    I’ve never known it wild.
    Is that what I want?
    Trinity rolled her gaze heavenward and stared into the darkening sky and sighed.
    When she thought of that cowboy there was nothing remotely calm or unemotional about
     how he’d made her feel. In just that short time she’d been with him, he’d made her
     feel sexy and alive.
    Infatuation, Trinity, that’s all it is. Not that you’ll ever see him again, anyway.
    She closed her eyes and focused on the feel of the heaters warming the back of her
     head, the water bubbling at her nipples and jets pulsating along her legs. Spreading
     her thighs, she adjusted her hips so that one of the jets aimed right where it mattered. Mmmm, yeah. That felt so good. She could almost imagine Luke licking her right where the water
     pulsed. Maybe he’d bite her there. Not too hard, but enough that it would drive her
     even crazier for want and need of him.
    Trinity slipped the fingers of one hand between her thighs. Even through the water
     she could feel her own desire.
    She brought her other hand to her breast and kneaded and plucked her nipple. Eyes
     still closed, she fantasized about sucking her own nipples while Luke devoured her.
     She raised her breast and flicked her tongue across the hard nub. A pleasant warm
     lick that immediately chilled in the night air until she licked it again.
    Her fingers aided the jets, stroking her harder and harder, her tongue flicking again
     and again over her nipple, urging her closer and closer to climax. Imagining Luke’s
     tongue all over her body. Imagining Luke sliding into her—
    The squeak of the French doors jolted Trinity from her fantasy.
    Her eyes snapped open. She jerked her head up and her heart started to pound.
    The large figure of a man. He stood beside the hot tub, his face shadowed by a dark
     cowboy hat.
    “Welcome home, Trinity MacKenna,” he murmured.

Chapter 15
    Luke.
    Trinity would recognize that deep, sensual drawl anywhere.
    Omigod.
    Heated embarrassment prickled her skin. She wanted to die from humiliation at being
     caught masturbating—by the very man she’d been fantasizing about. And darn it if her
     brain and mouth hadn’t taken another vacation.
    Her cheeks burning as hot as the heat lamps, she slid farther beneath the water so
     that her breasts were hidden by the bubbles and crossed her arms over her chest for
     good measure.
    “I—I—” She couldn’t find any words that made sense. She needed to tell him to back
     off, to get out and let her get herself covered and decent. She needed to say something,
     didn’t she?