Naughty Nights: A Bad Boy Romance (6 page)

“Would he do that?”
 

“Sure. He’s always telling me I need to get more puss—er—female friends.” He fixed me with an innocent look as if I didn’t know what kind of bad boy he really was. “Anyway, he’ll be on board—solidarity among bros or something like that.”
 

I scooted back and leaned against the headboard, my arms clasped around my knees as Luke made the call. As he’d anticipated, Barry was happy to help. They spent a few minutes working out what kind of problem Barry would pretend to have.
 

“Yeah, that might work,” Luke said. “Thanks, man.”
 

He hung up and turned to me. “He’s gonna call in about two minutes. Watch out the peephole—you should be able to see her when she crosses to the elevator.”
 

Nodding, I watched him gather his wallet and phone, and his long discarded shirt. I was surprised by the stab of disappointment that went through me. Obviously, the most important thing was getting him out of here safely, but still, it had been an interesting morning. Preceded by an interesting evening the night before. After all this closeness, I wasn’t looking forward to being separated by the front desk again.
 

I crossed the room and looked out into the hall. The front desk wasn’t visible, but I could see the area by the elevator, though the view was a bit distorted. I watched and waited, but nothing happened.
 

Luke paced up and down the room, far less patient than me. Finally, his phone buzzed.
 

He listened for a moment. “Shit. Hold on.” He looked at me. “She said she’d ask maintenance to come by on Monday. Nothing’s going to budge her. I sure wish your room was in a different part of the building.”

I nodded in agreement, but I didn’t really mean it. Getting to see him every evening was one of the highlights of my day. But, of course, it was really causing problems now. “She’ll have to go to the bathroom at some point.”
 

“Yeah, but how will we know when? We can’t see the front desk unless you poke your head out the door, and she’ll get suspicious if you keep doing that every two seconds. Besides, I wouldn’t put it past her to hold it out of spite. She might not leave until my shift starts at five.”
 

He looked glum. I felt sorry for him in spite of his earlier antics. He worked so hard, taking classes, studying for tests, and manning the front desk long into the evening.
 

Luke raised his head, and said, “Well, maybe I can deflect a little suspicion.” He put the phone back to his ear. “Thanks for trying. Can you do one more thing? Call her back and keep her talking for at least sixty seconds, okay? Yeah, right now, thanks.”
 

He hung up, waited a moment, and then hit a button on his phone. He listened, and then grinned. “Got the voicemail.” In a moment, he spoke in his professional voice. “Hi Barbara, it’s Luke. I wanted to let you know that I had some car trouble last night—couldn’t get it started. I’ve got a seminar this morning, but I’ll be in before my shift to try to get it going. If that doesn’t work, I’ll call a tow truck. Just wanted to give you a heads up. See you later.”
 

“That was smart,” I said. “After all, she can’t be a hundred percent sure you’re in here. I’m a pretty good actress, or at least I am when someone isn’t distracting me with his hand on my ass.”
 

Luke chuckled, but his mind was still on less naughty topics. “This means you have to stay in today,” he said. “If you go out, she’ll be in here before you reach the parking lot.”
 

“It’s okay.”
 

“I’m sorry. Weren’t you supposed to look at some more apartments this morning?”
 

“Yes. But they can wait.” I watched his face carefully. He currently looked a lot more like the solicitous young man behind the front desk rather than the passionate bad boy who’d had his hands all over my body. Maybe I could do something about that. I was already regretting freezing up before. Luke was a good guy, and he clearly liked me. Sure, I didn’t want to do anything to mess up our friendship, but why couldn’t we aim for something more?

Chapter Six

“SHIT. I KNOW you only have a week left to find a place,” Luke said, still looking concerned. “Seriously, I’m sorry.”

“How sorry?” I said, my eyebrows raised.
 

He glanced up in surprise, shifting his weight back to lean against the kitchen counter. “Well, now, that’s an interesting question. Let’s just say I owe you.”
 

I took a few steps toward him. “Hmm … always nice to be owed a favor.” My gaze fell, as it frequently did, to his smooth, muscled chest. Several wicked thoughts crossed my mind, but I couldn’t quite figure out how to word them without sounding like a nymphomaniac. After a moment, I chickened out. “You probably shouldn’t be promising favors to someone who’ll need help moving soon.”
 

He laughed. “Nice try, but I was watching your face. Judging by the blush, that wasn't the kind of favor you were originally going to ask for.”
 

Damn. How did he know that? I sneaked a quick peek into his eyes, and he was still watching me intently. Then his expression softened and he said, “Of course I’ll help you move, dummy. I was planning to even before I managed to get you stuck inside on a Saturday.”
 

He took my hands and waited until I looked up at him to continue. “But to tell you the truth, I’m not really sorry that you’re stuck here with me. Trapped together. All day. Just you and me.”
 

My eyes partially closed at his low, husky tone even though he hadn’t made a move to kiss me. Unfortunately.
 

I finally found my voice. “In that case, since you owe me, maybe you could give me a back rub.” I’d gotten the idea from before when he was tracing letters on my back and sending shivers up and down my spine.

He snorted. “A back rub. Is that what they call it at Happy Acorns? Here in the real world, when a man is alone with a beautiful, partially-dressed woman, we call it a massage. A full-body massage.”
 

While I was still reeling from his erotically charged words, he winked. “Congrats. You just hit on another one of my superpowers.”
 

“You’re that good?” I said, arranging a skeptical look on my face even though every cell of my body was already convinced.

“Find out for yourself. But there are house rules at this particular massage parlor. I’m going to make your skin sizzle and your muscles melt into pools of bliss. But I do it my way. No back-seat driving.”
 

I gulped, not completely sure what I was getting into. “Okay.”
 

“That’s the best decision you’ve made since you chose pepperoni last night. Go get on the bed. Face down. Robe off.”
 

Luke’s orders made my skin sizzle, just like he’d promised, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. Unbelievable.
 

Turning, I shoved the sheets and covers out of the way. Guess it was a good thing we’d never made the bed. I untied my robe and let it fall from my shoulders. His eyes were on me as I stretched out. I folded my arms up under the pillow and turned my head away from him, letting my hair fan out. I shut my eyes and waited.
 

“Perfect,” he said. “Don’t move.”

He took his time. I heard him rummaging in the bathroom and then moving around the room. At one point, I felt him right behind me, but then he did something at the small nightstand and then moved away. I wondered how much of this was actually massage prep and how much was just to keep me waiting and wanting. Either way, it was pretty damn effective at getting me hot and bothered.
 

At last, I sensed him at the edge of the bed. When I tried to turn to see him, he put his hand on my head, stilling me. Reluctantly, I stayed put, and after a moment he removed his hand. And then came the unmistakable sound of his zipper being undone. My muscles tensed, and he laughed softly. “I bet you wish you’d faced the other way now.”
 

I heard his jeans drop to the floor, and my imagination happily filled in the visual to go along with the audio. A moment later, his weight shifted the mattress next to my hip. He swung his leg over and straddled me, sitting on my ass. It was a delicious feeling to be pinned down, but it was clear he was being careful not to put too much weight on me.
 

When his hands touched my hair, I flinched. He leaned forward and swept my chestnut strands off my neck. Warm air tickled my throat before I heard his words. “You really need to learn to relax, Darcy. Has anyone ever told you that?”
 

I nodded slightly, though of course, if I’d been alone in my room this morning, I would’ve been perfectly relaxed. And not having nearly as much fun.
 

He kissed my neck and then spoke softly into my ear. “Good thing you have all this luscious hair to cover you if I go too far and leave a mark on your neck.”
 

Sitting upright, he unfastened my bra, letting the straps fall to the side. Light hands stroked over my back where it had been. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him surveying my skin, much like an artist might assess a blank canvas.
 

He reached toward the nightstand and a moment later he was holding a bottle of lotion I recognized from my bathroom. He poured some in his palms and rubbed them together.
 

Strong hands descended on my shoulders. It felt absolutely amazing. I guess I
had
been pretty stressed with the whole situation today. Waves of tension melted away as he rubbed and kneaded. Of course, a new kind of tension was building up in other parts of my body. Every time he leaned forward, I could feel his weight shift. And every so often, I could feel a warm extra pressure that I assumed was his cock brushing up against me.
 

His powerful fingers moved down to my shoulder blades, kneading in little circles. His hands were strong, and the pressure was just right to send shivers of excitement radiating outward from his touch. He never let his hands roam too far and tickle my sides, and I was grateful because I wouldn’t have been able to relax if I were worried about that.
 

It felt heavenly. He clearly knew what he was doing. Was a massage class part of a Hotel and Restaurant major? His thumbs traced up and down my spine, easing pain I hadn’t even been aware of having.
 

After about fifteen minutes of pure bliss, he leaned down and whispered, “Darcy … do you want to turn over?”
 

My pulse increased as I thought about it. Clearly the question was about more than just presenting my front to him. After a moment, I nodded, shyly. He eased his weight off me a little, and I twisted underneath him until I was on my back.
 

My bra had worked its way loose in the process. It was lying across the tops of my breasts, not covering much. But still … the next step seemed like a big one. To take it off and be nearly naked underneath him … it took a certain amount of courage that I wasn’t sure I had. But I wanted this. I wanted
him
. Luke was the perfect friend, so why couldn’t he be more? Why shouldn’t he be more?
 

Taking a quick breath as if to steel myself, I pushed my bra aside, letting it fall. Now Luke was looking at me fully, in the medium light that edged past the closed blinds. Before I could feel too embarrassed, he leaned forward, his mouth claiming mine. He supported himself with one arm, his free hand plunging between us, cupping my breasts, and pressing against a nipple, making it instantly hard.
 

I pushed one hand through his hair and ran the other one down his back. Soft fabric met my hand. It was finally time for me to squeeze and rub his ass, and I loved the way I could feel hard muscles under my fingers.
 

Luke’s mouth was strong against mine, and I felt rather than heard his moan as my hand explored his firm backside. I mashed my tongue against his, feeling my excitement build. His excitement was evident from the hard mass pressed against my pelvis.
 

His hand left my breast and traveled down my body. This time, as soon as he encountered my panties, he pushed them down. Apparently he was no longer content with touching me through my underwear. That was fine by me.
 

I squirmed and wiggled until my panties rolled down to my toes. Luke wasted no time. His fingers found my slit and rubbed up and down. He didn’t even have to dip inside me to find slick wetness. He pushed that moisture up to my clit and traced circles around it that made me squirm.
 

I wanted to get him naked too, before the delicious sensations took over and I lost all rational thought. I grabbed the waistband of his boxer-briefs, and he paused to do a one arm push-up, giving me better access. I carefully eased it over his powerful erection. Wow. Glad to know he was as turned on as I was.
 

Finally, finally, finally his naked body pressed against mine. Skin to skin. His weight on me felt incredible. I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist. His hard cock rested between my thighs, and I could feel its length pressing against my slit where his finger had been a moment before.
 

He groaned, and when he spoke, his voice wasn’t as calm and controlled as usual. “I want you so bad, Darce.”
 

I wanted him too. But before I could respond, there was a pounding at the door. Dammit! Not now!
 

Luke didn’t even pause. “Ignore it,” he said, his lips attacking mine again.
 

But the knocking continued. I kissed him for a moment more and then worked my mouth free after a particularly loud bang. “But doesn’t she have a key?”
 

Luke groaned in frustration. “Chain’s on. Ignore it. Please, babe.”
 

But the insistent knocking wasn't letting up. I worked one hand under his shoulder and pushed upward. It was like trying to move a boulder. “She can unlock the deadbolt and look in, can’t she? And claim she was worried about my health or something.”