Relentless by Cindy Stark Page A

bringing her face to his and giving him a kiss that scorched his lips.  "So take me."
    "Do we need a condom?"
    "No," she whispered against his mouth.
    He dug rough fingers into the soft flesh of her bottom as he lifted her.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he anchored her back against the wall.  He met her gaze and held it.  Slowly he tested her resistance and then drove himself deep inside her.
    She gasped as he relentlessly plundered the addictive pleasure she offered.  He couldn't think beyond the space she occupied in his world.  He needed her…desperately. 
    In the back of his mind, he registered the feel of her nails raking his back, but the sensation only added to the feral quality of the moment. 
    He thrust into her again and again as water rained down on them.  Steam filled the air.  Lily gasped and clung to him as he pushed them both toward ecstasy. 
    He couldn't stop.  Not until he thoroughly satisfied her.  Not until he appeased the deep ache inside him.
    "Luke."  Lily pulled his head toward hers, stealing his soul with a passionate kiss.  She cried out as she tightened around his shaft. 
    He increased his momentum, giving in this time to the hunger that consumed him.
    Pent-up pleasure crested, and his body vibrated with sweet release.
    He took a moment to catch his breath, studying her eyes, amazed that he could feel so much for one person.  "That was…wow."  He kissed her until he couldn't breathe.
    She gave a small chuckle.  "Liked that, huh?"
    "More than liked."  Loved?  It wasn't just lust or the afterglow of sex.  Somehow, during the few short weeks she'd been in Aspen, she'd managed to ensnare his heart.  The best part was, he didn't care that she'd imprisoned him.  He wanted to tell her exactly how much he felt for her, but it was too soon.  If he spouted the "L" word, she'd run, and he didn't intend on losing her.  Ever.
    He scooped her up before he said something he'd regret and carried her to the bed, depositing her wet, sleek body on the downy comforter.
    She welcomed him with open arms, and then snuggled against his chest.
    "Don't get too comfortable."  He grinned.  "You and I aren't finished yet."

CHAPTER TEN
     
    A frantic pounding woke Luke from a deep slumber.  He sat up, nearly toppling Lily as she apparently tried to do the same.  "What the hell was that?"  His heart thumped wildly from the abrupt awakening.
    "Someone's at the door," Lily whispered, sounding breathless and scared.
    Several more rounds of banging echoed through the house, confirming Lily's answer.  Luke cursed.  "Stay here."
    Who the hell even knew he was there?  He dragged on his boxers as he stumbled through the darkness and out of the room.
    He flicked on a light switch and headed down.  Whoever it was pounded again causing him to almost miss a stair.  He grabbed wildly for the handrail to catch himself.  "Hang on a damn minute," he hollered as he descended the rest of the steps.
    He swung the door open wide, ready to kick someone's ass.
    "Bastard," Hannah hissed as she shoved past him.  Black mascara hung in half-moons beneath her eyes, giving her the appearance of a zombie.  "Where is she?"
    Luke made the mistake of glancing up the stairs, and Hannah didn't miss it.  He tried to grab her before she hit the first step, but she was primed for battle and escaped his grasp.
    He chased her, but couldn't catch her before she entered the bedroom.  Hannah flipped on the light switch just as he reached her.
    Lily stood at the side of the bed tucking the woven throw from the chair around her, her eyes wide pools of shock.  "Hannah, what are you doing here?"
    "I can't believe I was worried about you."
    Anger emanated off Hannah in violent waves, and Luke stepped forward to put a protective hand on Lily's back.  He wouldn't tolerate Hannah's emotionally abusive ways any longer.  When he touched Lily, she shrugged him off.  He took a step back, stunned and a little hurt.
    "Slow