A Wolf's Savage Embrace (8 page)

Luke pulled her along as he made a beeline for the door - his mouth set in a grin. The moment they walked out of the door to the club; Luke swept Kat up into his arms and purposefully walked toward the car.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around him, and nestled her spinning head against his neck - unconsciously taking a long, deep breath of his wonderful scent.
She knew that she shouldn’t – but with her head swirling as it was – she just didn’t care. Her inhibitions had flown straight out of the damn window. He just smelled so darn good, and she just wanted to enjoy it - if only for a moment.

Before she could stop herself – her lack of self-control reared its ugly, drunken head. “You smell yummy,” she slurred against his neck, and proceeded to inhale deeply once again – her eyes sliding closed as his wonderful essence filled her.

She heard Luke’s deep, masculine laugh and furrowed her brows. Was he
laughing
at her? Arrogant ass!

“Fine,” She bristled indignantly.
“I was just trying to be nice, anyway. I hate to tell you this Benji, but you kind of smell like wet dog,” She scoffed - then proceeded to squirm in his arms, trying to get out of his embrace. “Put me down – you jackass. I am more than able to walk on my own two feet!”

“Damn it, woman,” Luke bit out -his jaw clenching with frustration.
“Would you stop wriggling?”

Kat stilled in his arms, and gave him a smug little smile.
“What’s the matter, big boy? Am I too much for you? Am I too heavy for the big, powerful, muscle bound
wolf-boy
?” She asked – and then burst into a fit of giggles.

The sound of her laughter was like a shot of pure adrenaline straight to his groin – although, if he were to be honest, just the feel of her in his arms, and her squirming against him was doing a fine job of that on its own.
Her musical, lilting laughter was just an added bonus, and he was finding it harder and harder to walk comfortably. Oh, for Christ’s sake, he cursed under his breath – this woman was going to be the end of him.

He opened the car door and set her inside, leaning over to fasten her seatbelt.
As he did - his shoulder brushed against her breast, and Luke tensed slightly when he heard her sigh at the contact. Damn it!

That small sound reverberated through his entire body like a damn bolt of lightning.
It was low and husky and utterly sensuous - and it would be so easy to turn, just a little, and lean in…

Luke cleared his throat and snapped the seatbelt into place, cursing himself under his breath for allowing his thoughts to wander.
He was stronger than this, damn it! He silently seethed, clenching his jaw. And no matter how this woman broke down his defenses - he swore to himself that he would not mess this up.

When he backed out of the door, he saw that Kat had fallen asleep, a tiny smile on her beautiful, full lips - and again he was struck by her perfection.
She was breathtaking as she sat there, her features soft and relaxed, and he swallowed… hard, shaking his head slightly – wanting nothing more at that moment than to lean in the few inches that separated them - and take them. Ah,
Shit
!

He knew the reason for her excessive drinking was a mixture of her trying to prove to him that she could handle herself - but also that the death of the Bradford’s had affected her more than she was willing to admit.

For whatever reason, she was trying with everything that she had to prove to him that she could do this alone. And no matter how much he fought her on it, she was determined to try and push him away – but he was not about to allow that to happen. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, there was something between them. And as irrational as it might be, he
knew
that she was his to protect – to cherish.

He could see the fear in her eyes, and wanted so much to take it away from her – but didn’t know how, and that realization just didn’t sit right with him.
He was a leader for God’s sake. Always the one to take control, but now… he shook his head again, wondering when his world had turned upside down - and it was only a moment later that he admitted to himself that it was the moment he had walked into that damn bar and saw this woman standing there – so bravely standing up defiantly to Desmond – trying with everything that she had to protect her friend. He was instantly taken by her strength and her bravery – not to mention her entire essence, and he realized with a slight grin, that at that moment in time – he was lost.

He raised his hand and gently cupped her cheek, his eyes studying her perfect features as she slept.
She looked so peaceful; so damn beautiful and he gave himself a mental shake; dropping his hand and stepping back - silently closing the door. She needed rest, and he needed to relax. This damn little witch had him strung tighter than a piano wire about to snap.

Luke got into the SUV and headed toward the small motel that he had spotted earlier in the evening as they had made their way to the club.
Maybe a good night’s sleep was what they both needed.

Kat was suddenly aware of being lifted in strong, firm arms, and cautiously opened her eyes - her mouth as dry as cotton.
Luke had her cradled against his chest as he walked through the door of the motel room - and Kat tensed when he strolled across the room and laid her down on the king sized bed. A deep feeling of dread hit her full on when she realized that it was the
only
bed in the room. Oh,
crap
!

“Luke,” she protested, sitting up and trying to get off of the bed. She felt the room begin to spin and swallowed, trying desperately to regain her senses.

He sat down beside her and pushed her back against the pillows with a gentle touch to her shoulder. “What are you doing?” she squeaked.

“Easy, red,” he murmured.
“You need to get some sleep. It’s been a rough day and we’re both tired.” He eyed her cryptically a moment. “Not to mention that
one
of us is more than a little drunk,” he finished with a grin, and quirk of his brow that brought a scowl to Kat’s face. She suddenly felt like an errant child being reprimanded for raiding the cookie jar. And it was not a feeling that she liked in the least.

“I am
not
drunk!” She protested harshly - then groaned when she got a head-rush from raising her voice. She threw her arm across her eyes and moaned. Oh, she was going to pay dearly for this tomorrow, she thought with a grimace. Just what in the Hell had she been trying to prove, anyway? That she was tough? That she could out drink him? Oh, man- she was a complete idiot!

She heard Luke chuckle and unconsciously ground her teeth together.
There he goes again, she thought angrily – he’s laughing at me. She took her arm away from her eyes and leaned up on her elbows – giving him her best “if looks could kill” glare.

“I am just
so
freaking glad that you find my discomfort
so
damn funny! I just
live
to amuse you, asshole.” She bit out – her eyes blazing, and wanting nothing more at that moment than to throttle the damned fool.

Luke leaned forward and braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, bringing his mouth within a hairsbreadth of hers.
“I actually find you completely adorable,” he corrected huskily, his eyes traveling over her face, only to stop and rest on her full lips.

Kat felt her stomach flutter and her heart bounce around in her chest at his nearness – and she bit back the sound of encouragement that wanted to spring from her mouth in the worst way. His warm breath caressed her lips as his spicy scent filled the air.
Oh, Hells Bells. The man was just too sexy for his own good - or hers! His eyes lifted from her mouth and he met her gaze - and she saw his expression fill with a heat that turned her bones to jelly.

She waited with anticipation, and just a hint of trepidation as his body moved ever so slowly closer to hers, and a Nano-second later, she felt a current of electricity hit her when his chest brushed against her breasts – causing her nipples to instantly tighten and pucker almost to the point of pain.
Oh, dear,
dear
God.

Luke feathered Kat’s mouth with his, the contact as soft as a butterfly’s wing.
He felt her lips part slightly when they made contact, and a soft sigh escaped her as her eyes fluttered closed. His tongue swept out and traced her lips, slowly and thoroughly – as if he were branding each curve to memory.

It took all the willpower that Luke possessed not to just throw her back against the mattress, and take her – to show her his intentions, and it was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life to keep from doing just that.

Instead he turned his head slightly and gently kissed his way down to her neck, trailing his tongue along the path his mouth was taking, and he felt her shiver. He nibbled his way down her collarbone to the soft swell of her breast and Kat arched slightly – silently urging him on, and Luke growled - low and deep in his chest.

His lips teased and toyed with her taut nipple through the t-shirt that she wore, and he realized with a start, that his arms were shaking from the overpowering need to just rip the material from her, and taste her silken flesh. God, how he wanted to taste it!

He could smell her arousal - and in the next instant, when she made a soft mewling sound deep in her throat - Luke came to his senses.

No! He wouldn’t take her this way!
When he made love to her, he didn’t want it to be with her in a drunken haze. He wanted her to know, and to remember each caress – each touch – and he’d be
damned
if he would take her any other way – no matter how much his body protested.

With a heavy sigh, he leaned back, and away from her – his eyes sweeping up to her hers and holding them.
With a smile of regret, he pushed her back against the pillows and kissed her forehead, his lips lingering much longer than he had intended.

“Get some rest, red,” he murmured, and saw the look of confusion cross her face - only to be replaced a moment later with hurt, and what looked to be anger.
She closed her eyes and turned her face away from him.

Luke stood, and silently walked into the small bathroom – hoping a nice long,
cold
shower would ease his heated flesh.

Kat lay there in the darkness, listening to the sound of the shower running, and fought back the emotions threatening to burst forward.
Just what in the hell had just happened? She silently questioned, biting the inside of her cheek in an attempt to stave off the rush of tears that so wanted to break free.

She knew that it would have been a huge mistake for things to have gone any further between them – but still, the deep aching sense of loss that she felt when Luke had rejected her - hurt like Hell. It tore at something deep inside her with the force of a freaking freight train.

Kat flipped over onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow with a frustrated groan. God, this just sucked!

The feel of his mouth on hers – on her breast, had been a little slice of Heaven, and caused her to crave so much more. Damn that man! He made her want things she damned well should not be wanting.

She closed her eyes and tried desperately to let sleep take her. She just wanted to fall into that dark abyss and forget about the man in the next room who was taking a piece of her heart with him each moment that they spent together. Trying to ignore the pounding in her head as well as her chest, she finally fell into a fitful sleep.

Luke braced his hands against the wall of the shower and took long, deep breaths as the ice cold water rained down on his overheated body.
Christ, he was on fire!

He shook his head and chuckled softly at his behavior.
It seemed as if he lost all control where the feisty little witch was concerned – no matter what he tried to tell himself to the contrary.

She had him running around in circles with his tail between his legs, and it was a feeling that he was not in the least comfortable with. He choked out a laugh and turned off the water – stepping from the shower and grabbing a towel.
His briskly dried himself and threw on a clean pair of boxers.