Less Kisses, More Kills

chapter 26

Days and nights with Luke turned out to the best days of her life because he fucked her non stop. The passion and desire she felt for him was pent up and raw.

They were about to do it again.

‘Your turn,’ he said.

‘What?’ she asked, her eyes widening.

‘To take off your sweatshirt,’ he challenged.

Her brows launched up her forehead, and vivid colour mottled her pale skin as a string of emotions rioted across her expressive features—surprise, panic, awareness.

The admiration that had blindsided him the night before returned in a rush.

Either she was an award-worthy actress, or the most transparent woman he had ever met. But whichever it was, that blush only made him want her more.

‘But I’m no wearing anything underneath,’ she said.

He grinned, he couldn’t help it. ‘So?’

The fierce determination flashed into her eyes, and his desire became turbocharged. But still it surprised him when she gripped the sweatshirt and lifted it over her head—the gesture somehow as brave as it was provocative