Stepbrother Bastard (28 page)

“Luke,” I start softly, my voice low in my chest, husky with
lust.

“Yes?” he replies, his smoldering green eyes hard on my
face.

I take his face in my hands, my fingers resting against his
scruffy, razor sharp jaw, and lock my gaze onto his.

“I want you to nail me to the wall,” I whisper, “And fuck me
dirty.”

A blaze of fiery need erupts in his emerald gaze as he takes
me in. For just a second, he looks genuinely amazed that I’ve risen to the
moment. I may have never had a man like him before, but maybe he’s never had a
woman like me either.

I let my lips part, a snarky jab at the ready to defuse the
achingly intense moment. But before I can utter another syllable, he’s pinned
me to the wooden door with his powerful, tapered hips. A gasp escapes my throat
as he snatches my hands from his face and holds my wrists firmly above my head.
My entire body lights up like a flare as he brings his mouth to mine, kissing
me hard and fast as he presses his incredible form against me.

My back arches as I open my mouth eagerly to his, letting
his tongue sweep against mine. Our mouths move together, hungry and searching.
I’m stretched out tautly before him, and he explores my dancer’s figure with
his firm free hand. My nipples go hard as he runs a hand slowly down my side,
memorizing the lithe shape of me. He grins as he brushes a thumb over one of
those erect peaks, pleased at how quickly he’s turned me on.

“How long have you been waiting for this?” he growls,
freeing my wrists as he kisses down along my throat. His lips leave sparks of
sensation in their wake as they trail along my skin, and it’s all I can do to
keep putting one word in front of another.

“How long? Oh…Only since your very first class,” I laugh
breathlessly, writhing under his intoxicating touch.

“Hmm,” he replies, grabbing me firmly by waist, “I’ve never
met someone who was so turned on by personal finances. Kinda kinky…”

“It wasn’t so much the subject matter as the it was the
person delivering it,” I smile, trying to catch my breath.

“That’s good to know,” he grins back, his voice straining
with need, “It’d be a real shame if you just wanted me for my brain. The rest
of me wants in on the action, too.”

He shifts his hips ever-so-slightly, and I feel the hard,
unbelievable length of him press firmly against my thigh. My eyes go wide as I
stare up at him, amazed by the enormity of his desire for me.

“Yeah…I get that,” I breathe, letting my hands slide down
his cut torso, “Though I have to say, I wouldn’t mind getter a better…
feel
for it.”

“Well Ms. Porter,” he grins, as I whip open the buckle of
his belt, “I’d be more than happy to give you one last lesson.”

The din of the bar is entirely drowned out by the frantic
pounding of my heart as Luke slips his hands up under my tank top.

“Go ahead, Prof,” I whisper, “I’m a fast learner.”

“My favorite kind,” he growls back, as I slide my hand down
the front of his blue jeans.

So consumed as we by our impromptu study session that we don’t
even notice as someone starts pounding on the bathroom door. We’ve got a lot of
material to get through, after all. And I have the feeling that I’ve just
discovered my new favorite subject: Lukas Hawthorne.

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