Allie sobbed quietly as Luke hugged her. What did she do to make those useless and jobless men to attack her? She only went out for a simple exercise.
"It's okay" Luke said as he rubbed Allie's back. "Those bastards will be caught and taught a lesson"
He worked on his laptop when Allie went out for a jog. He initially wanted to join her but it seemed like she felt uncomfortable with the idea so he let it drop. Minutes later, while he worked, he got a call from Allie and she sounded scared over the phone.
Alarm shot through him when he heard her voice. He didn't hear what she said but he still felt like she was in trouble.
If he hadn't come out at that moment, his wife and baby would have been hurt.
He wondered who allowed those hooligans into his estate. The security officers in his estate didn't allow just anyone to get in, unless someone invited them in.
But who did? He had to get to the bottom of the matter.
But first, he wanted to soothe his crying wife.
"I'm sorry, Allie. I didn't mean for that to happen" he said to her
"It's not your fault" she sniffed. Lips parted, she stared into the sensual depths of his eyes
The atmosphere sizzled. Tension curled her every nerve-ending. "Luke..."
He released her hands and framed her flushed cheekbones with splayed fingers instead. Molten gold eyes inspected her with hungry precision. His intense gaze enthralled her. She breathed in brief rapid bursts. Excitement was shivering through her in delicious little waves. Excitement was rising in her as fast as her body temperature. Excitement that literally consumed every rational thought.
One hand pushing into her hair, he ran a sensual forefinger along the line of her full lower lip, watched her pupils dilate, her moist pink lips part. And then he met that invitation with the hot devouring hunger of his mouth. For her, the effect was instant conflagration. Every skin cell charged up on the passion he had never shown her before and just went wild. Her hands slid beneath his suit jacket, found silk shirt, clawed it away, finally reached skin, warm, smooth skin covering hard whipcord muscles. She felt him shudder against her, all potent male power and promise, and she melted with liquid longing.
Luke moulded his hands to the feminine curve of her hips and hauled her closer still, crushing her sensitised breasts to the hard wall of his chest. Low in her throat, she moaned acquiescence to the plunging penetration of his tongue. On fire, she gasped, shivering violently, out of control, mindless…ecstatic. With a driven groan, Luke dragged her back from him.
With a roughened groan of raw impatience, Luke meshed one hand into the soft coils of her honey-blonde hair to hold her still and he brought his mouth crashing down with hungry intensity on hers. For a split-second, she went rigid with shock and he took advantage. He backed her up against the cool wall and splayed his hands beneath her hips to lift her up to him. And then he let his tongue drive between her parted lips with erotic force, plundering the tender interior within, and every nerve-ending in her quivering body went haywire.
She wrapped her arms round his neck and clung, kissing him back with mindless fervour. A tormented moan of response was dragged from low in her throat. She couldn't get enough of that drugging passion which she had once worked so hard to forget. The very strength and power of the hard male physique keeping her pinned back to the wall inflamed her with dangerous heat. Helpless in the grip of her own increasing excitement, she was beyond thought or objection when he splayed her thighs round him, the better to anchor her to him.
And then, without any warning whatsoever, Luke froze. With a ragged groan, he released her swollen mouth and gazed down at her with heavily lidded smouldering eyes that had a faintly dazed light.
Allie hadn't noticed that he had unzipped her dress. Now she gazed down in frank desire as he eased the top slowly from her shoulders and down over her slender arms, exposing the pouting swell of breasts cupped in white lace. "Luke..."
"I can put my hand on my heart right now and admit that nothing has ever turned me on harder and faster than your gorgeous breasts," Luke confessed with earthy male appreciation.
Conscious of him with every fibre of her being, Allie trembled. Unprompted, the dress drifted down over her hands and dropped to her feet. She recognized the burning hunger in his intent gaze and the most terrible physical weakness flooded her. All natural modesty was overborne by the realisation that he was admiring her, appreciating her. The wanton side of her nature adored that and thrilled to the reassurance that he liked what he was seeing. Then it was what she had always secretly sought from him. She had always wanted Luke to be her first lover, her last lover, her forever lover. Temptation was pulling at her hard. Why shouldn't she pretend that something other than the cold arrangement he had offered had brought them together again? Hadn't she spent seven years fruitlessly seeking a male who could make her feel like Luke had once made her feel?
Luke gathered her up into his strong arms and carried her over to the huge bed.
"I have been waiting a very long time to do this."
He threw back the bedspread and settled her down on the crisp white linen sheet.
He plucked off her shoes and straightened with easy grace to stare down at her.
Allie's look collided with his stunning golden gaze and her heart started to pound. Yet, lying down, she felt so much more self-conscious than she had standing. Her bra and panties might cover a great deal more of her than most beachwear but never had she been more aware of her own body and never had she felt less clothed.
Luke was unbuttoning his shirt, a slanting smile on his beautifully shaped mouth.
Now her mouth went dry as she focused on the hard, muscular planes of Luke's chest and the taut flatness of his abdomen. He was absolutely gorgeous, just as she had known he would be. His bronzed skin, rippling muscles and the haze of crisp black curls sprinkling his pectorals were overpoweringly male and sexy. She discovered that she could not take her attention from him for a moment lest she miss the chance to admire a different angle of view. Her face burned with colour at that acknowledgement. Pulling herself up against the pillows, she more covertly scanned his narrow hips and long, powerful thighs as he shed his well-cut trousers.
Luke, clad solely in a pair of black silk boxer shorts, sent her a wolfish look of all-male amusement. "I can feel your eyes devouring me like fire."
Allie reddened to the roots of her hair and ducked behind it, belatedly grateful that he had undone her plait and given her that amount of cover.
Luke, stripped off his last garment with a level of cool she could not credit, for certainly she could not mirror his self- possession