Luke (Armed and Dangerous Book 2) by Cheyenne McCray Page B

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 folds.
    “Yeah, that’s it.” His voice rumbled as he caressed her nipple with his thumb.
    She trembled, so close to exploding like a bunch of firecrackers on Independence Day. Just a little more—
    “Stop.” At his command her fingers came to a halt and she wanted to scream. “Not just yet.” He moved his hand to her other breast. “Slide two fingers into yourself and hold them there.”
    Oh, God, this man was going to kill her.
    Trinity’s whole body vibrated as she obeyed and pressed her knuckles against her folds. The feelings were so intense it was as if Luke’s fingers were inside her.
    With his free hand, he took off his Stetson and tossed it onto a deck chair. “Arch your back so that I can get a real good look at your breasts.”
    Two fingers still deep inside herself, Trinity obeyed. Her nipples had hardened to such sensitive nubs that the lightest brush of his fingers sent lightning bolts of sensation through her. “Luke, I can’t take any more.”
    “We’ve just gotten started.” His hand moved away from her breasts and he stood in a quick, fluid movement. She lifted her chin to watch him as he jerked his T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the deck chair beside his hat.
    Dang, but that man had a fine chest. Chiseled muscles that made her want to run her fingers over every sculpted contour down to his flat, hard, six-pack abs. Thick veins ran along his bulging biceps to his large hands, hands that she wanted all over her. She’d never seen a man so up close and personal with such a fine body.
    His hands moved to his Western buckle, and in no time he’d unfastened it and set the belt aside, then toed off his boots and peeled off his socks.
    Oh jeez. Oh cripes. He was going to get completely naked.
    Hurry, darn it.
    As if he’d heard her thoughts, Luke smiled and unfastened his jeans and slid them down over his hips. His thick, luscious cock sprang out at full attention as he pushed his jeans past his heavily muscled thighs.
    Wow, wow, wow. His cock was even bigger than she’d thought when she’d felt it pressed against her at the Christmas party. Dang but that would feel good.
    A sense of light-headedness swept over Trinity and she realized she was holding her breath. She gulped in the fresh evening air, her heart beating faster and faster as Luke slid out of his jeans and briefs. She watched the ripple and play of his muscles while he strode toward her and stepped into the hot