Everything You've Got: Anything & Everything, Book 2 (12 page)

“I’ll fix that if you keep answering my questions.” He bent and flicked his tongue against her nipple again.

She sucked in a quick breath. “Dammit,” she muttered. Then, “What do you want to know?”

“Why do you regret telling Jennifer you thought she was a bitch?”

She sighed. “Because Mr. Hawkins overheard me and I had to sit in detention for three days.”

He chuckled. Of course she hadn’t regretted actually telling Jennifer off, just getting caught doing it. “See, this talking stuff isn’t so bad.” He flexed his fingers against her. When she groaned, he thought about stopping with that and moving to the next question, but she tasted and sounded so sweet, he couldn’t help but take her nipple into his mouth again. She was wiggling and gasping when he finally lifted his head from her breast.

“Tell me about a time you were really disappointed,” he said gruffly.

She groaned in protest this time. “Damn you, Luke.”

She looked amazing lying there, breasts exposed, one nipple wet and hard from his mouth, her skirt hiked up with his hand under the edge.

“Answer it and I’ll make it worth it.” He moved his hand against her again.

Her thighs parted slightly and he almost told her to never mind. Almost.

“You really want to know this?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She looked at him directly when she answered. “I was really disappointed when you went to the courthouse with Sabrina to get married after you knew she was in love with Marc.” She paused and took a deep breath, then said softly, “You deserve to be somebody’s first choice.”

That was what first came to mind? And it wasn’t about her being jealous of Sabrina, but about what
he
deserved.

“I, um—”

“I told you that you don’t have to comment on my answers. Just move your damned hand,” she said, arching her pelvis up to him.

He had a hot, amazing woman in front of him, and he was even considering talking about something from the past that would likely piss her off? He was much smarter than that. He slid his middle finger into her hot center.

Her breath hissed out as her eyes slid closed. “More.”

He slipped two fingers into her heat, memorizing the silky tight feel of her as she gasped his name. He slid in and out, watching her face, trying to ignore the throbbing in his cock.

He stopped after only a few thrusts. Somehow.

“Tell me how you decided to be a doctor.”

She moaned. “Are you kidding? Haven’t we done enough?”

He started to withdraw. “Well, if you think so—”

“No.” She clamped her thighs together around his hand.

He grinned.

“Fine. When I was a freshman in high school I was having these episodes where my ears would ring and I’d get really dizzy,” she said, talking at three times her usual speed. “I was convinced I had a brain tumor and was scared to death. We went to the doctor and I remember walking in there and thinking ‘this is the place that will help me’. Then the doctor came in and I got this calm feeling. It turned out it was only a bad ear infection, but that feeling of hope stuck with me, how good it felt to have somewhere to go, someone to turn to. I hated that scared feeling and realized that I wanted to be that person, to make people feel better when they’re scared like that.”

Luke was staring at her, nearly forgetting that she was mostly naked and where his hand was.

“I just think that’s—” She was awesome. How had he possibly
not
been with her all this time?

“No comments. I just need your
hand
.” She spread her legs a little wider.

Luke was the one to groan this time. His fingers sank deep and she gave him a heartfelt “
Yes
”.

Watching her like this made him realize that he was done asking questions. He was done doing anything but sending Kat right over the edge. He pumped his fingers deep, pressed his thumb over her clit and sucked on her nipple at the same time.

He heard his name on her lips. Loving the way her hips met his thrusts, he increased the tempo, wishing like hell he’d gotten rid of the skirt first. He’d love to see this. But feeling was good. Very good. And as her orgasm hit, Kat gasped, and Luke felt her inner muscles gripping his fingers. Her fingers dug into the arms of the chair and her neck arched as she pressed her head into the headrest.

When the tremors passed, she slumped into her seat and slowly opened her eyes.

He withdrew his hand, holding her gaze.

They sat staring at one another for several seconds.

“See,” she finally said, breathlessly. “Tequila isn’t so bad.”

He shook his head. “I’m not letting you make this about tequila.”

“Of course you want full credit.” She gave him a wobbly smile and thrust her fingers through her hair.

“Damn right.” He stretched to his feet and held out his hand to her. “Let’s go to bed.”

She put her seat upright and vaulted from the chair. “Right with ya.” She grabbed his hand and started for the bedroom.

He chuckled at her enthusiasm. “I’ve gotta park this thing for the night.”

“We can’t leave it here?”

“In the diner parking lot? I don’t think so.” He was quite sure of it, in fact. “We’ll find the park and then we’ll be able to spend as much time as we want to.” He gave her a wink as he pulled his shirt back on.

She grinned. “I’ll meet you in bed.” She reached back and a moment later her skirt dropped to the floor, leaving her in only tiny satin pink panties.

He swallowed hard and stared, his blood pounding in his veins.

“Luke?” He looked up to find her smiling knowingly. “Drive fast.”

A few minutes later, he turned into the town park, searching for an area for campers to hook up. It took a bit for him to get the RV ready for the night, and the dark and his inexperience didn’t help. He scraped his knuckles, strained his shoulder and muttered several expletives but he finally had them settled in.

He started shedding his clothes the minute he stepped back into the RV, locking the doors as he tossed his shirt away. Shoes landed near the fridge, socks followed, pants fell on the seat where Kat had been at his mercy. Only a pair of boxers were still in place when he stepped into the bedroom. All the lights were on, the shades closed and Kat was…asleep in the middle of the bed. Snoring softly.

She was covered by the sheet to her shoulders, but he saw her panties lying on the floor next to the bed.

He groaned.

Frickin’ tequila.

Then he sighed. She was here with him. That was what really mattered. They had days to make love. Years even. The rest of their lives.

He slipped under the covers and slid across the sheets, bracing himself for the first feel of her against him. The bed was a queen-size but there was no way he was going to resist touching her completely. This wasn’t going to be the easiest night of his life but if she faced away from him and didn’t move much… He had to tamp down a swear word when she snuggled up against him, her ass against his groin.

He lay stock-still for several seconds until he was sure she was done wiggling. Then he let the tension out of his muscles and settled into the pillow.

And she sighed and relaxed into him further.

His cock twitched as the shape of her, the heat of her, the smell of her surrounded him. He grit his teeth, willing her to lie still. It was great that she was comfortable with him in bed—even subconsciously—but his body didn’t seem to understand that she needed to be fully coherent to do anything more than spoon.

When she wiggled again, her soft, naked back against his not-soft front, he sighed. He reached out, snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her back against him fully, trapping her so that she couldn’t move as easily—or at least as much.

She stirred slightly. “This feels…perfect,” she mumbled.

He chuckled into the back of her hair. “I know.”

And it definitely did. Not that he was surprised. He was very seldom wrong about these kinds of things.

Chapter Five

Kat insisted on leaving at an ungodly hour the next morning. She was a physician, used to being up and ready to go at any and all hours. On top of that, she looked great. Totally put together.

Luke, not as much. He was an early riser, but he liked a relaxed start to the day. A run, a cup of coffee, the paper, some breakfast,
then
thinking, planning and doing. He was an organizer—too much so, according to many—but he organized things at a reasonable time of day. Like after nine.

But that morning he found himself behind the wheel of an RV, searching for the headlights through bleary eyes. He needed headlights because the sun wasn’t up yet. Which was just wrong.

Kat sat beside him in the passenger seat, wide-assed awake in a flowing black skirt and a black vest over a fitted bright blue tank top. She often added some bright color to her perpetual black. And she wore boots of all kinds. He particularly liked the three-inch heels. But today—his eyes traveled over her smooth, bare calf to her slim ankle and down to the sexy arch of her foot—she wore flip-flops. Blue flip-flops. That threw him. Which she might have intended. Predictable was not a word used to describe Kat Dayton.

Sabrina had packed for her but he guessed there were only so many options in Kat’s closet. Black, black and gray, or black. Still, the flip-flops were an anomaly.

Probably.

The truth was, he usually saw her at The Camelot. Not really a flip-flop place.

He snuck a glance at the woman in the passenger seat. Her hair was dark, with one stripe of blue over her left ear, and spiked up behind a black headband. She wore a variety of earrings along the curve of her ears, at least seven in each side, but the tiny studs in her eyebrow and nose were blue as well. She was studying the map she had laid out on her lap and sucking on the straw to a travel cup full of fruit smoothie. He assumed she’d found the ingredients—and blender—in the back in the stuff Marc had packed. He wondered if there was any coffee back there.

“I think we can make it to Grand Island easily before we stop.”

He glanced at the clock. It was five in the morning. Holy hell, she expected him to make some kind of strategy? “I’m just working on the ignition and shifting into drive,” he said, his voice gruff.

Though it was god-awful early, he acknowledged that he’d slept better than he’d slept in years. In an RV. That wasn’t even his.

Go figure.

He was sure it had everything to do with Kat being beside him.

She had slept well too if her warm, relaxed body and soft, steady breathing were anything to go by. Which was probably why she was up and at ’em, fully dressed, styled, made up and ready to go. At five fucking o’clock in the morning.

He was just too damned groggy to spank her like she deserved.

The idea of her turned over his lap picked his heartrate up enough that he felt a little jolt of energy. He looked at her again, focusing this time on her full lips around the straw. Yeah, this would work. Thinking dirty thoughts about Kat might just get enough blood circulating to help him get the RV on the road.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He looked from her mouth to her eyes. “Like what?”

Her mouth opened, but then she quickly shook her head. “Never mind.”

He grinned. He knew that she knew that he knew exactly how he’d been looking at her. Funny that she didn’t want to say
like you want to do me until I can’t remember my own name
.

Because that was exactly how he was looking at her.

He wondered what she thought she was figuring out on that map. It would only take a couple of days to get from Justice to Nashville. If they drove straight through and really wanted to get there quickly. Luke didn’t want to get there quickly. He wanted plenty of time with Kat. So there was no way they were getting to Nashville one minute before they absolutely had to be there.

But he wasn’t going to mention that just yet.

They headed out of town, chatting idly about nothing. It was Tuesday. Barely, Luke noted with a frown. They didn’t have to be in Nashville until Friday.

“What did you just say?” Kat pivoted on her seat.

“About what?” He’d been concentrating on not wrecking the RV while checking out the smooth, silky expanse of leg bared by the way she was sitting.

“When are Marc and Sabrina flying in?”

“Friday.”

“When does the music festival start?”

“Friday.”

She stared at him. “What the hell are we doing driving down
now
? It’s only eighteen hours.”

“Didn’t want to have to rush.” He pressed on the accelerator. She wouldn’t jump out at fifty-seven miles per hour. Probably. But going sixty-seven wouldn’t hurt.

“Rush?” she repeated. “We have four days to drive eighteen hours.”

“Plenty of time for sightseeing.”

“We’re not sightseeing, Luke.”

He could feel her glare, but refused to turn to look at her. He also fought his smile.