Endless Nights (4 page)

“Do—do you think anyone saw us?” she asked, her voice choppy.

He chuckled and dropped a kiss to her temple, breathing deep her intoxicating scent, mingled with his own and the smell of sex. “If they did, we just put on a hell of a show.”

She laughed, the sound soft. “That was…”

“Amazing?” he finished for her. He needed to pull out. Discard the condom. Pick her up and carry her to bed and do this all over again.

“Egotistical much?” She was nodding, though, her hair brushing against his jaw. “Yes, it was amazing. But it was also a little crazy.”

“Crazy?” He smoothed his hand along her side, memorizing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip with his fingers.

Andrea shivered, lifting up her arms so she could wrap them around his neck from behind. The position did amazing things for her body. Thrusting out her chest, her hard nipples beckoning for his touch. “Crazy in a good way. I’ve never, uh, had sex standing up before.”

Hmm. He had a feeling she wasn’t a wild girl, but she certainly was responsive. And so far, up for anything. “I’m to blame for that. I couldn’t wait.”

“I didn’t mind,” she admitted. “I kind of liked that you couldn’t wait.”

He took hold of her chin and turned her face toward his so he could kiss her. He meant for it to be soft and sweet, but the kiss grew hot in an instant. Wet. Deep.

Out of control.

Luke broke away from her, grabbing hold of her hips so he could withdraw from her body. “I’m getting rid of this condom and we’re going back to the bedroom where we can do this properly.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Do it properly?”

“Yeah, in a comfortable bed where I can have my way with you all night and linger over my favorite parts.”

“What exactly are your favorite parts?”

“All of you. Every single bit.” He dropped a kiss to her nose. “Come on, baby. Let me teach you a lesson or two about stamina.”

She grinned up at him. “Has anyone ever told you that your ego is tremendous?”

“All the damn time.” He grinned.

Chapter Four

The morning after a sex-filled night was usually an awkward thing. At least, that’s what Andrea tended to experience. Uncomfortable smiles and stilted conversation as one or the other—depending on whose place you spent the night at—gathered up their clothing as fast as they could and hauled ass home.

Most of the time never to be seen again.

Okay, fine, she’d had a few relationships, but nothing too terribly long-lasting. Nothing outrageously serious. She’d always yearned for serious. Having sex with a pro football player was like a fantasy come to life, but serious? Um, no, not even close.

Turned out, though, the morning after with one sexy-as-hell, unbelievably-talented-in-the-bedroom-as-well-as-out-on-the-field Luke Nelson was a different thing entirely.

Andrea woke up to him kissing her neck, her collarbone, her chest…his mouth drifting across her nipples, teasing her, driving her out of her sleepy mind. She kept her eyes closed, lying there in that deliciously wonderful dreamy half-awake state, her entire body relaxed, muscles loose, her skin warm and becoming warmer everywhere Luke’s lips touched.

He drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked, his tongue swirling, teeth nibbling and making her flinch. No sheets covered them, not even the comforter, and she figured he must’ve pushed them off, exposing her completely, not that she cared.

Never before had she ever felt so appreciated by a man. It was as if Luke worshipped her body. He touched her, kissed her, stroked her, fucked her with what she could only describe as reverence. The bonus from all that reverence? She’d had so many orgasms since last night she lost count.

“I know you’re awake,” he said, his voice this low, husky rumble that made her tremble. “I just ordered room service. We have twenty-five minutes until they’ll be here. How many orgasms do you think I can give you by the time they’re knocking on the door?”

Knowing him and his single-minded pursuit, she would guess many, many times.

She went weak just thinking about it.

“Tell me,” he encouraged, his mouth on her belly. “Make a guess.”

“I don’t know,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed. There was something about not letting anything distract her from the feeling of his talented mouth on her skin. Nothing else like it in the world. “Two?”

He made a dismissive noise. One that said,
That’s all you think I’ve got?

“I’m not multiorgasmic,” she insisted, hissing in a sharp breath when he moved down the mattress so his shoulders were wedged between her legs, his mouth right at her sex. She could feel his breath brush across her sensitive skin, and she shivered in anticipation.

He’d put his mouth on her last night. Early this morning. A few hours ago. Many times, actually. He knew just what to do with that mouth and tongue too. Oh, and his fingers. Yes, she really liked it when his fingers got involved.

“You were definitely having lots of orgasms last night,” he murmured, the arrogance lacing his voice making her open her eyes.

The smug smile on his face was worth seeing. His dark eyes sparkled. His hair was a wreck, sticking this way and that and making her want to reach out and smooth it down.

Or reach out and shove his face against her so he could get to bringing her all of those promised orgasms.

“That was an…exceptional moment,” she explained, feeling lame. So lame she felt the blush tinge her cheeks, making them warm.

“Are you calling me exceptional?” He raised a brow.

Oh, he was devastatingly handsome, especially at this moment, the morning light spilling into the room from the giant window. He must’ve opened the curtains earlier, not that she’d been aware, considering she’d been sleeping like the dead only moments before.

But yes, studying him now, his head directly above the spot between her legs that craved him the most, that cocky smile still tilting the corners of his lips, his cheeks and jaw covered in stubble, his lids lowered, giving him this sexy, sleepy look that made her want to kiss him.

“You were exceptional,” she agreed. “But the clock is ticking.”

Laughing, he dipped his head, nuzzling her pussy, making her sigh. He had this approach…that was different from any other guy she’d ever been with. Luke was slow, but not in a bad way. No, more like in a careful, methodical way that showed he planned his every move, used every second to gain maximum satisfaction.

For her. And for him.

But mostly for her.

“You taste good in the morning,” he murmured against her slick flesh, kissing her there. She watched, unable to tear her gaze away from him, fascinated with the way his dark head looked bent between her thighs, her legs draped loosely over his wide shoulders.

“Thanks?” she said, sounding stupid, not really caring, not anymore. She was pretty sure he thought she was funny. She knew
she
found
him
funny. He made her laugh. He made her smile. She liked listening to him talk. His voice was…fascinating.

So were his lips and tongue, which he was putting to good use.

Right now.

He licked her, that wide tongue leaving nothing untouched as he searched her folds, circled her clit, painting her with his tongue again and again, up and down. Swirling, teasing, murmuring, humming into her flesh, driving her wild. She closed her eyes, reaching out blindly to grab onto something until her fingers found and curled into his hair. She held him to her, lifting her hips, shamelessly riding his face, his encouragement urging her on.

“That’s it, baby, reach it. Find it,” he whispered just before he sucked her clit between his lips and pulled it into his mouth.

She threw her head into the pillow, thrashing back and forth, spreading her tangled hair everywhere. It fell into her eyes and she shoved at it impatiently, not wanting to miss a thing.

His eyes were on her as he sank a finger deep into her body, then another. He thrust in and out, licking her, watching her, not letting her look away from his intense stare, and that’s all it took.

Her legs stiffened, she bowed her hips, and he lifted away no more than an inch, his long tongue lapping at her, looking almost obscene as he flicked it over her clit.

“
Luke
.” She drew his name out in a long moan as the orgasm crashed over her, sending her into a shivery state as the climax took over her body. He rode out the orgasm with her, never letting up the torturous way he licked and fucked her with his fingers.

She wanted to tell him to stop. Her body was so sensitive, she needed him to stop, but then he did this thing. A tricky little thing that she’d never felt before, where he twisted his wrist, his finger curving within her, brushing against something deep inside that made her jolt.

Made her cry out.

Oh God, made her come all over again.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, that satisfied smile on his face telling her he knew exactly what he’d just done. “Two in a row, baby. Now that’s what I call multiorgasmic in my book.”

“Y-you keep a b-book?” she asked shakily.

He laughed. “Right, I keep notes of all the ways I can bring a woman to orgasm.” He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“If you do, I want a copy, because those notes, I’m pretty sure they’re worth something.” She collapsed onto the mattress, her body weak, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could see it hammering against her skin.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he warned as he disentangled her legs from his shoulders and pulled away from her. “We still have time.”

“We do?” she asked, her voice faint, her head spinning.

“Yeah. And we’re going for number three.” He grabbed her by the waist and swung her around as if she weighed nothing, positioning her so she was on her stomach, her arms above her head, her legs spread. “Get on your knees, baby. Ass up.”

Good lord, she didn’t know if she would be able to get into position. Her limbs were weak, she felt boneless and her heart was still thumping like crazy.

But on first touch of his hands on her ass, spreading her wide and getting her ready, she knew she would give it the old college try.

“You have terrible luck,” Luke murmured close to Andrea’s ear as he steered her away from the roulette table.

She made a sad face, her full lips in a half frown, half pout, but her eyes were sparkling. “I can’t help it if the odds were against me.”

“Yeah, well, your odds were terrible.” He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, dropping a kiss on her knuckles. “You lost all my money.”

Something flashed in her gaze, and the frown went from playful to real. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll pay you back.”

“Hell no.” He shook his head, pulling her close so he could drop a kiss on her lips. It didn’t matter if they were in the middle of the busy casino on a crowded Saturday afternoon. He didn’t care who saw them together. Not that anyone was paying them any mind. “I don’t care about the money. You were having fun, right?”

Andrea nodded, her gaze never leaving his. Damn, she was pretty. She’d given up spending time with her friends to be with him. He still didn’t know what came over him, but he knew he didn’t want her to leave. Not after that amazing night and most of the morning they spent together.

She agreed readily and sent a text to her friends reassuring them she was fine. Then she gave him a sultry smile and said she was, quote, “all his”.

Yeah. He liked the sound of that way too much. His ex-girlfriend Raquel wouldn’t give up shit to spend time with him near the end of their relationship. He didn’t realize just how selfish she was until he spent a few hours with Andrea.
She
was the complete opposite of selfish.

After they ate a huge breakfast, they took showers—separate because he knew, he
knew
that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of a soapy, wet Andrea—and then he’d called in and purchased her a dress via one of the exclusive shops in the hotel since she had nothing to wear beyond the sexy outfit from last night. She’d insisted she could go back to her hotel room and pick up her suitcase, but he knew if she did that reality would come crashing down, bursting the little bubble they were in.

So he bought her a ridiculously expensive dress that she looked ridiculously beautiful in, though she wore no underwear beneath it, since they’d somehow misplaced the lacy ones she had on last night.

Talk about driving him crazy.

Once the dress arrived and he convinced her she didn’t need any makeup or anything else but the dress, they’d come down to the casino, wandering around, playing a few machines, stopping at the occasional table until she finally tried her hand at roulette and failed miserably. He figured they could hang out, maybe end up going to have some lunch eventually.

But he didn’t want lunch. He didn’t want to gamble or hang out or do any of that shit. He wanted to take her back up to his suite, strip her out of that cute dress and fuck her into Sunday morning.

Yeah. Classy. Romantic. Real smooth. He was denying himself because being around her turned him into a horny dickhead with only one thing on his mind.

Getting Andrea naked.

“What do you want to do now?” A melodic song came from a machine nearby and she started to head toward it. “I think video poker is calling my name.”

“Hey.” He grabbed hold of her arm, stopping her progress. “I have a better idea.”

“What?” She smiled up at him, and seeing her pretty curved lips, he felt like he could conquer the world, beat any team he ever had to play, as long as he got to come home to a smile like that every night for the rest of his life.

What the ever-lovin’ fuck, dude? Thinking about forever with her? You don’t even really know her.

He’d just been burned too. Raquel had messed with his head, and not because he’d been in love with her. More like she drove him crazy by always calling him and begging for him to reconsider their breakup.

There’d been nothing for him to reconsider. They were through. He didn’t miss her. His overwhelming attraction to Andrea more than made that clear.

“All I can think about is you walking around with no panties on,” he murmured. That was no lie. He could hardly concentrate, seeing her ass twitch beneath her skirt as she walked, knowing she was bare beneath the thin fabric.

“Luke,” she chastised, but he silenced her with a look.

“Let’s go find you some lingerie.”

Now she looked confused. “Huh?”

“There’s a bunch of stores over there.” He nodded toward the giant sign hanging overhead in the near distance, indicating with an arrow exactly where all of those exclusive, expensive shops were.

“You want to buy me…underwear?” she asked incredulously.

Maybe she thought he was some sort of pervert with a lingerie fetish. Which okay, granted, he might be. It all started with those damn Victoria’s Secret catalogs that used to come to the house when he was a kid. Those women posing provocatively in their delicate lacy things were his first taste, and he naturally progressed to stealing his dad’s
Playboy
magazines.

He still preferred the VS girls. Something about being covered up and slowly revealed…yeah. He wanted to get Andrea into some sexy stuff.

Then peel it all off her later.

“I won’t be able to function much longer if we continue walking around here, knowing that you’re naked beneath the dress,” he admitted, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s all I can think about.”

Her eyes darkened, a sure sign she was aroused. He was already figuring out her tells. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.” Luke nodded, tracing the shell of her ear, drawing his finger along her jaw. Her lips parted on a sigh and he noticed the way her pulse throbbed at the base of her neck. “So let’s get you something pretty, okay? And then later tonight, I’ll take it all off. Piece by piece.”

“That sounds…nice.” She drew in a sharp breath when he leaned in close and pressed his cheek to hers, his mouth right at her ear.

“It’ll be real nice. Hopefully you’ll let me come into the dressing room so you can model everything for me,” he whispered.

“They won’t let us do that…” she started, and he kissed her once, silencing her with his lips.