Jaci Burton - Hope Flames

“No, you’re definitely not being subtle.” The hard proof of that rocked between her legs, igniting her passion. She surged against him, lost in his eyes, which, when he was laughing, were a light greenish blue, but when filled with passion, like now, turned dark as a churning sea.

“So, it’s storming outside, Emma,” he said, brushing her hair away from her face. His touch ignited her pulse rate as his hand lingered at the side of her neck. “Do you want to play indoors?”

“Swordplay?” she asked.

Luke laughed. “Yeah. Swordplay sounds good to me.”

Luke watched the change of emotions on Emma’s face, from playful to sexy to downright temptress as she bent and brushed her lips across his. His breath caught as she slipped her tongue between his lips.

She was just so damn sweet, a mix of innocence and sultry vixen that tightened his balls and turned him into a walking erection every time he was around her. She smelled good, her laugh drove him crazy, and she had a wicked sense of humor. Package that up in a body built for a man’s hands and a mouth made to worship, and she was damned near perfect.

And as she moved that lush body of hers over his, she unraveled his senses. He let his fingers trek across her bare shoulders and over her back, feeling her breasts rise and fall against his chest as her breathing deepened.

“I like this dress,” he said, smoothing his hands over the soft cotton that clung to her curves. “When you put it on after your shower, I wanted to take it off of you right away.”

She sat up, looked at him, that sexy, fuck-me look in her eyes making his dick harden even more. “Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

“I can take it off.”

He tightened his hold on her hips. “No. Actually, I’d like you to keep it on.”

Her eyes gleamed with wicked desire. “I can do that, too. I’ll be right back.”

She slid off of him and disappeared upstairs while he took several deep breaths. The rain had intensified again, sheets of it pelting against the windows. Lightning flashed just as thunder banged so loud it startled the dogs, who all lifted their heads, looked around for a few seconds, then went right back to sleep.

Emma came back downstairs with a condom packet in her hand.

He smiled. “Smart thinking. I’d hate to be interrupted.”

She reached underneath her sundress and made quite the show out of shimmying out of her panties. While he never got a glimpse at the goods, he held his breath as the white cotton underwear slid down her legs.

“God, that’s sexy, Emma,” he said, when the underwear pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them, then straddled him again.

“I’m glad you think so, because I’ve never been much for stripping in front of a man.”

He grasped her hips and grabbed a handful of her dress. “Good to know.”

She reached down and laid her palm over his erection. “Now we need to get you inside me.”

Heat flared throughout his body, his balls quivering in response. “Oh, I think we need more foreplay.”

“Who’s in charge here?”

He laughed. “You are.”

“I know what I need. I’ve been watching you all day, with your tanned body on the boat and out on the water, your skin gleaming in the sun.” She raised his shirt, sliding her hands underneath. “All I could think about was getting you naked and inside me. That’s about all the foreplay I can stand, Luke.”

He liked her way of thinking. And knowing she wore nothing under that dress had his hard-on raging.

“Then let’s get to it.” He leaned forward and pulled his shirt off, while she helped him by raising up enough so he could slide out of his shorts.

She reached for him, curling her fingers around his shaft. “Now this is what I need. You, naked, with me on top of you.”

He reached for the condom packet, his fingers shaking as she stroked him. “You do too much of that and we’ll be finished before we ever get started.”

She leveled one hell of a naughty smile at him. “Oh, I bet you have a lot more willpower than you think.”

He applied the condom and lifted her dress, her beautiful body exposed to him as she slid over him, onto him. She gasped and he swallowed, hard, as he entered her, filling her.

“Emma,” he said, barely able to find his voice as she seated herself fully on him. He grasped her hips and stilled her, looking up at her. “Hang on a sec. I just need to feel you.”

She stared down at him, her body quivering around him, beckoning him to thrust, to give her what they both needed. He drove into her. Emma tilted her head back, her eyes shuttering closed as she rode him.

In this, she was fully in control and he let her take the reins, content to just watch as her face flushed with arousal. He drew the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts. He grasped them, brushing his thumbs over her erect nipples while she rocked against him, taking them both higher while thunder crashed overhead, rain pounded the shutters, and a storm raged equally within the two of them.

His breathing quickened as she hurried the pace, dragging her body against his, tightening against him. And when she opened her eyes and locked gazes with him, he knew she was close. He lifted his hips and thrust into her.

Her eyes widened and she bit down on her bottom lip, keeping that eye contact with him that enveloped him in a haze of need. He felt the tremors and grasped her hips, quickening the pace so he could give her what she needed.

Her lips parted and she cried out with her orgasm. He plunged deep, then shuddered as he came, holding tight to her as he rolled with the thundering climax that shattered them both.

She fell on top of him, her breathing fast, her hair a cascade of sweet softness over his chest. He stroked her back as the two of them recovered.

“Maifasaslp,” she mumbled against his neck.

He smiled at her incoherent statement. “Huh?”

She lifted her head. “My foot’s asleep.”

He laughed. “Oh.”

They disentangled, then went upstairs to clean up, though Emma kept laughing because her foot was, in fact, asleep, so she had to hobble up the stairs, giggling the whole way because she claimed her foot tingled.

Afterward, they came downstairs and fixed something to eat. By then the rain had stopped and the dogs were awake, so they all went outside. The air was crisp and clean, and the skies cleared.

Luke pulled Emma against him as the dogs frolicked nearby.

“Feel okay?” he asked.

She tilted her head up to smile at him. “Perfect.”

Yeah, that’s about how he felt, too.

AFTER LAST NIGHT’S storm, the day had dawned dry and promised to be hot. They’d intended to get up early and head out for a hike, but Luke had kept Emma in bed all morning.

Not that she minded the staying-in-bed part, especially since they hadn’t been sleeping. The man had many hidden talents.

But she finally got hungry, so they got up and fixed breakfast, then decided since it was getting hotter outside, if they were going to head out for a walk, it needed to be then. Fortunately, the ground was already drying, though Emma had brought along her hiking boots. And it was warm enough to wear shorts.

The lake was calm despite the previous night’s turbulence. As they walked along a path that ran parallel to the lake, she saw a few sailboats in the distance. Boaters were already out cruising along the waves. She sighed in contentment and turned to Luke who walked beside her.

“You’ve spoiled me. I’m never going to want to go back to work.”

Luke smiled. “Is that a bad thing?”

“It is when you spend mornings in bed having sex, and afternoons taking beautiful walks like this with the dogs. It’s idyllic and a total fantasy. And tomorrow we have to go back to reality.”

“Yeah, that whole working for a living to pay the bills really sucks.”

She sighed. “I know. Why can’t we be millionaires?”

Luke pulled a prickly branch out of her way so she could walk under it. “I’m not a millionaire because I keep forgetting to buy a lottery ticket every week.”

“Well, there is that.”

The dogs barked up ahead. They’d gotten out of sight, so Emma quickened her step to see what the ruckus was about. When she caught up to them, they were sniffing a few bushes, but nothing was there.

“Chasing rabbits again, guys?” she asked.

“Probably,” Luke said, stopping beside her. “There are deer in this area, too. At least it’s not a skunk.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Don’t even suggest it. Someone brought in a dog that had gotten into it with a skunk a week or so before.”

Luke stopped and stared at her. “Was the dog injured?”

“No. Just stinky. We had to give him a bath.”

Luke made a face. “Ugh. You never forget that smell.”

“Yeah. Stunk up the entire clinic. My eyes were watering, and I wasn’t even nearby. I felt sorry for Leanne.”

“It’s in a dog’s nature to want to do battle with a skunk. Doesn’t make the dog very smart, though.”

“And we’re the ones who have to pay the price. I’ve bathed many a skunked-out dog. It’s hideous work, and I don’t care to ever repeat the task.” She looked at her dogs. “Do you hear that, girls?”

Daisy looked up at her adoringly.

“Yeah, don’t give me that look, Daisy. You’re the worst at chasing after things you shouldn’t.”

Luke laughed. “Boomer does that, too.”

“But he makes up for it by chasing after things he should—like the bad guys.” She scratched Boomer’s ears.

“That he does, and he does it well.”

Luke took her hand. She looked down where their fingers were entwined and felt a decided tingle.

She was such a girl.

They trekked on, and Emma noticed she could walk beside Luke for long stretches without saying a word and not feel uncomfortable. She was rarely comfortable around guys, hadn’t been for a long time. It was different with Luke, and she realized it had been since that first night he’d walked into her clinic with an injured Boomer.

She didn’t know what that meant, especially since she doubted they’d be seeing each other after this weekend.

But at least it had been a wonderful weekend. She’d learned to water-ski, which had been so exciting. And the sex . . . well, it had certainly been passionate. Her body was sore and well used. Luke was a generous lover, and every time she thought about him, she wanted to get him naked. She supposed throwing him down in the woods would be fun, though would likely result in ticks, so not a good idea.

“You’re quiet.”

She lifted her gaze to his, always struck by his GQ good looks, especially now, with his dark, cop sunglasses and his hair a little mussed up. He hadn’t shaved during the weekend, so his jaw was peppered with dark stubble. He looked dangerous, and sexy as hell.

“I was actually pondering having my way with you in the woods.”

He stopped, tugging on her hand to halt her forward progress. “Is that right?”

“Yes. And then practicality took over, and I realized we’d likely both end up with ticks on parts of our body that should never have ticks on them.”

He tilted his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so she could see his eyes. “But just think how much fun the after-hike tick check would be.”

She laughed. “Good point.”

He took a step toward her, and she took one back. “So . . . do you want to tell me about this hiking sex fantasy?”

She took another step back and bumped into a tree. “Uh, I was just kidding, you know.”

He braced a hand on the tree, laying the other on her hip. “I’m not.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. Whenever he kissed her, common sense fled somewhere else, like maybe South America. She twined her arms around his neck, figuring she’d worry about ticks later. And as Luke reached around to cup a handful of her butt, she moaned.

“Are you sure we’re alone?” she murmured, loving the way he rubbed his lips against hers.

“No. The dogs are watching us. Perverts.”

She laughed, then peeked over his shoulder. The dogs were sniffing brush nearby. “They’re not watching.”

“Good to know. And yes, we’re alone. There’s no property within five miles of this area. Which is why I can do this.”

He slid his hand under her T-shirt and cupped her breast, making her wish she wasn’t wearing a bra. She arched against the warmth of his hand, needing to feel her skin against his, but not daring to take her shirt off, because despite what Luke said, she didn’t trust that someone wouldn’t come walking up on them. And she refused to be stark naked in the woods.