Wicked: Leather and Lace [Wicked Series Book 2]

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sighed while leaning back against him. It would be so easy to fall in love with him. She shook the thought away. She couldn't afford to let her heart get in the way. She was leaving in three days. There wasn't time for anything more.
* * * *
    The moon was full, its light shining through the window and illuminating Roxy's face. She looked different to him. Softer somehow. She shifted in her sleep; the sheet draped over her back slipping down to reveal the curve of her spine and Luke reached out, running his fingers over her exposed skin.
    His body was spent. He'd had her in half a dozen ways but he still wanted her. Had wanted her since the moment he saw her sitting in the hotel bar. She'd been the only woman there who hadn't thrown herself at him. Hell, she barely even acknowledged him, which is why she'd caught his attention. Women noticed him. They always had, but not her. Not his Roxy. She'd sat there sipping her drink like he didn't even exist and he knew without a doubt, if she had let him have her that first night in the club, they wouldn't be here now. Chasing after her had been new and even if he admitted only to himself, the best time he'd had. Pursuing a woman was much more fun than them throwing themselves at him. Besides, he knew her now. Knew she wasn't like all the rest. Resisting him had been her first step into his world and now he was loathe to let her out of it.
    "What are you thinking about?"
    Her soft voice disturbed the stillness in the room and Luke lifted his head to look at her. “You."
    A sleepy smile greeted him. “All good, I hope."
    "Always."
    She slid across the bed to him, wrapping one arm around his waist and burying her face against his neck. “What time is it?"
    "Almost five."
    "In the morning?"
    He chuckled. “Yes."
    "Why are you awake at five a.m.?"
    "I'm always up this early."
    She made a small, hmph, noise, snuggling in closer to him. He pulled her close, burying a hand in her hair. “How many more days are you here?"
    "My plane leaves Sunday."
    "So I only have two days left to ruin you for every other man on the planet."
    A soft, feminine giggle tickled his chest before she lifted her head. “I think you've already done that. I still can't feel my legs."
    "Well there's no reason for you to hurry home, then."
    She stilled and glanced away. “I have to go back. I have a job. People who depend on me to see them out of the messes they've made."
    He knew she couldn't stay and the look on her face told him that trying to convince her to would be a waste of breath. It didn't make it easier to let her go though and he wasn't going to humiliate himself by asking and have her refuse him.
    The fact he even wanted her to stay confused him. He'd never taken any particular woman to his bed more than once. What was the point? Once you've taken what you needed, what more was there? Most of the women he seduced weren't worth the trouble of keeping around anyway. Once he turned his head, they were searching out the other guys, hoping to add them to their list of sex partners. He couldn't count the number of girls he and the guys had all shared at one point or another. The groupies hung around for one reason and one reason only. To bed a rock star. And most of them did.
    Roxy's hand slid over his hip, down his leg and back up the front of his thigh. His cock twitched at the first brush of her fingers and he was surprised the abused organ even worked. She pushed him to his back, her lips peppering soft kisses over his chest to his stomach while her hair trailed over his skin.
    He watched her make her way down his body, her fingers dancing across his skin, before her tongue darted out, licking a path up his shaft. She took him into the warmth of her mouth and he couldn't look away. Wouldn't dare miss a single moment of those lips wrapped around him, that hot tongue circling his cock before she sucked him back in.
    A low moan crawled up his chest, his balls tightening as the head of his cock hit the back

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