Luke was making his way around the big Chevy when she reached the small walkway that would lead to her front door. She was tongue tied, unable to say a word as she took him in. Wearing a white button down shirt, untucked and unbuttoned at the throat, with the sleeves rolled up past his thick, ropey forearms, Sierra had never seen the man look more mouthwateringly sexy than he did right then.

“Invite me in, Sierra.” Luke growled, and Sierra knew he wasn’t making a request. She could feel the fury radiating from him, and for the life of her, she didn’t know why it turned her on so damn much.

Rather than say anything, her mouth was too dry to speak anyway, she made her way up the short walkway, unlocked the door and then managed to take two steps inside before she found herself pressed up against the wall, and Luke’s imposing body pressed against her.

She inhaled sharply as their eyes met, the hunger she detected in the light hazel depths sending a sharp bolt of heat between her thighs.

“You walked out on me this morning.”

Sierra knew better than to say anything. What could she say? She had walked out on him, and by the looks of it Luke was none too happy with her. Part of her wanted to be defiant and taunt him, but the hard lines on his face said he wasn’t in the mood to argue.

She wouldn’t win anyway. Her resolve was nothing when it came to Luke McCoy.

Chapter Eighteen

When Luke pressed a hard thigh between her legs, Sierra restrained her immediate need to grind down on him. When he gripped her wrists in one of his big hands and lifted her hands above her head, she somehow managed to hold back a moan.

God he felt good against her; the solid thud of his heart beating in his chest was evident even through the soft white cotton. He was just as affected by their nearness as she was, but Sierra was hanging on by a thread and he knew it.

His mouth hovered just above hers and Sierra was tempted to run her tongue over his lips just to taste him. Instead she squeezed her lips together to keep from giving in.

“I think you need to be punished.” Luke’s voice was a dark, provocative grumble that, along with his warm breath fanning her face, had goose bumps forming on her flesh.

Oh yes, she couldn’t argue with that. She only wondered what he had in mind.

Before she could say anything, Luke lifted her up and tossed her over his shoulder, similar to the way he had the night before when he had taken her outside to the pool. The only difference was this time they were both fully clothed. Hopefully not for long.

Since he had never been to her house before, Sierra was surprised when he headed toward her bedroom. He couldn’t have known where it was, although her house wasn’t very big, so it wasn’t that hard to navigate.

Once inside the room, Sierra half expected him to toss her on the bed. Instead he slowly slid her back down until her feet touched the floor. Knowing better than to try to back away from him, Sierra anticipated his next move; only what he did next took her completely by surprise.

He pulled over the hard back chair she kept against the wall, and he sat down easily, his eyes still locked on her. She followed his every move, her body throbbing with need while the shrill sound of warning bells started going off in her brain. He didn’t look all too happy. Strangely, she wasn’t scared of what he would do; she was more worried about what he wouldn’t do.

“Take off your panties.” He ordered, and Sierra fought to process his words.

The long flowing skirt she wore nearly touched the floor, and for the first time that day, she wished she had worn pants. She loved the black and white gauzy material and the way it brushed against her legs when she moved, but she never thought about how vulnerable she was no matter what she was wearing when she was around Luke.

He wouldn’t get any argument from her. At least not yet anyway. She lifted the soft, lightweight fabric until she could slip her hands underneath and remove the now damp fabric that covered her sex. She eased her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor behind her. Her belly fluttered with arousal while her hands began to tremble.

“Lift the skirt and come here.” He instructed.

Luke’s husky, thunderous voice reverberated through her, a shiver starting at the base of her spine and creeping up slowly until the hair on the nape of her neck tingled. Once again she lifted the material that hung to the floor until she exposed her legs up to mid-thigh.

“Higher.” He sounded impatient now, and Sierra saw the intensity in those sexy, bedroom eyes.

She did as he said, lifting the material to her waist, baring herself to him completely.

“Now come here.”

Sierra took a hesitant step forward, then another until she was standing directly in front of him.