Luke: Armed and Dangerous by Cheyenne McCray Page B

Anything?
    “Who were you fantasizing about, sugar?” His eyes were shadowed by his hat and his
     voice was rough. “The man who hasn’t had the sense to claim you by now?”
    Trinity didn’t know what to say, then what came out was, “I broke up with him. My
     boyfriend.”
    Damn.
    I have totally lost my ever-lowin’ mind.
    The rough, aroused look on Luke’s face seemed to catch fire, burning her deep inside,
     and convincing her yes, yes, she was crazy, completely and totally.
    Trinity slid farther into the water.
    “Uh-uh.” Luke crouched down beside the hot tub and pushed his Stetson up with one
     finger. She could clearly see his roguish blue eyes in the waning evening light. “Keep
     going, sugar.”
    “What—” She swallowed, her throat incredibly dry. “Ah, what are you doing here, Luke?
     How did you find me?”
    “Later.” He reached out his hand and ran his thumb along her lower lip, causing more
     warmth to spread throughout her—but this time it was from arousal. “Right now you’re
     gonna touch yourself, just like you were doing when I walked in here.”
    Trinity sucked in her breath. “You want me to... in front of you?”
    “Oh, yeah.” His sensual smile and the way his finger moved on her skin almost made
     her climax on the spot. “I want you to touch yourself while I watch. But first you’re
     going to move up a little higher to give me a better view.”
    Face burning impossibly hotter, she shook her head, pulling away from him. “I—I can’t,
     um, do it in front of you.”
    “You can.” Luke caught her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. “And you
     will.”
    Trinity trembled, yet managed to ask, “And if I don’t?”
    His eyes glittered with dark sensuality. “I’ll pull you out of that hot tub, lay you
     across my knee, and spank your naked, sexy ass.”
    Oh. My. God.
    At the visualization of him doing just that, Trinity’s eyes nearly crossed, her whole
     body aching with a wild urgency. The need to have Luke inside her, and to have him
     now exploded through her like a storm.
    But she couldn’t have sex with this man, this cowboy—although for the life of her,
     she wasn’t able to remember why not.
    Like, she didn’t even know the man?
    What was that again?
    His fingers slid in a slow and sensuous movement from her chin along her jaw line.
     “Now what’ll it be?”
    She was almost tempted to let him spank her—the thought was strangely erotic.
    Trembling with nervousness and desire, Trinity eased up until she was sitting on the
     redwood decking, her feet still in the frothing waters of the hot tub. Her nipples
     chilled as hard as gold nuggets, and goose bumps roughened her flesh. She quickly
     warmed from the heaters at her back, but it was mostly Luke’s touch that set her on
     fire as his fingertips skated from her lips and down her neck to the hollow of her
     throat where he lightly caressed the soft skin.
    The night smelled of desert air and of Luke’s masculine scent and his spicy aftershave,
     and her senses whirled. Her blood thrummed even harder in her veins, the sound loud
     enough to nearly drown out the pulsing of the hot tub.
    She held her breath as he moved his hand along her collarbone, and over the gentle
     rise of her breast. “Spread your legs,” he said in that drawl that made her throb.
    Trinity widened her thighs, her feet dangling in the churning waters, while keeping
     her gaze focused on Luke. It was as if she had no choice but to do as he commanded.
     No will of her own. Or was it that his will was the same as hers? What she really
     wanted.
    “Sweet.” Luke settled on one knee as he cupped her breast with his large hand, his
     powerful T-shirt-clad chest brushing against her arm. “Touch yourself.”
    Shivers raced through her as she braced herself with one palm behind her on the decking,
     and slipped the fingers of her other hand through the soft curls of her mound and
     into the slick heat of her wet