Take Me 01 - Love Me

a complete asshole, and that she didn't deserve it.
    He'd always been a considerate lover, was always gentle, careful to make sure he took care of his partner's pleasure first. But tonight he wanted to know—needed to know—what it was like to have a hot, talented mouth make him come first. Before his lover.
    A lover who was so ripe with arousal that she would do anything, absolutely anything he asked.
    Even if he had no damn right to ask it.
    Even if he was being driven by all the all wrong reasons.
    Even if they both hated him in the morning.
    Certain that Janica had the talented mouth he'd been craving, and that she was so close to climax she could taste it, he pointed to the wooden slats in front of his boots and pulled down his zipper.
    “Get on your knees.”

Chapter Six

    Lying half on, half off her couch, her underwear tangled around her knees, desperate to come, Janica couldn't believe what she was hearing. And from Luke Carson!
    Had he really just said, Get on your knees ?
    She looked up at his face, wanting to make sure that it really was Luke standing before her, rather than some dominant stranger that had taken his place when she was on the verge of losing it beneath his mouth and fingers.
    No one had ever talked to her like that before. No one had dared order her around, either in or out of bed. Not only did she run her own design firm, she took control of everything else in her life, including her lovers.
    But as she lay there, staring at him, the rush of anger that should have been coming at his outright order wasn't coming. Life had never been a puzzle to Janica before. She'd never been the type to waste her time philosophizing. Her motto had always been to just “shut up and do.”
    Tonight, however, any which way she looked, everything was a puzzle. Not only Luke's behavior, but hers too.
    Why wasn't she talking back to him? Why wasn't she informing him in no uncertain terms that she'd do whatever she wanted whenever she damn well wanted to do it?
    And most of all, why did letting Luke take the reins—temporarily at least—make her feel so safe? Almost comforted. Protected.
    All the while, as her brain wrestled with itself, Luke's eyes were on her, moving from her thighs to her breasts and then her face.
    At first glance his eyes were hard, and yet, when she looked closer, in the small spaces between heartbeats, she could see something else in their green depths. Something that made her heart clench tightly in her chest.
    Luke was in pain. And it was deep. Dark.
    And there was something else there, too. An emotion that she'd seen in his brother, Travis's eyes when he looked at Lily. Her heart nearly stopped beating.
    She understood sex. Was perfectly comfortable to with two bodies coming together in mutual desire. But the kind of thing she was seeing in his eyes...she'd never had a man look at her like that, naked or otherwise.
    His voice broke into her careening thoughts. “Now, Janica.”
    She snapped to at his raw words. She'd ached for him for so long, but until tonight—until just moments ago—it had been a primarily physical ache. Now, it was an emotional one too.
    But even as she thought it, she knew she was lying to herself. She'd gone way beyond physical with Luke years ago, even though it had only been one-sided.
    Shifting on the couch, she tried to get up to go to him, but her legs were still tangled up in her half-off panties. Moving to slide them off the rest of the way, she was stilled by Luke's commanding voice.
    “Leave them.”
    Her nipples peaked even more at his words, at the picture she knew she was presenting to him, bound by her damp underwear, so enslaved by her own lust for him that she would do anything he asked.
    Anything at all
    Licking her lips, she took a breath to prepare to fight her instincts, which were surely going to tell her to battle him. But, again, nothing came.
    Because, as she realized with a shocked jolt of awareness, she wanted to do exactly what he told her to.
    Suddenly, fear roiled through her. Not at what Luke wanted from her—Lord knew she'd fantasized about taking him into her mouth a hundred times—but at how badly she wanted to give herself over to him.
    No!
    She couldn't do it.
    All her life she'd taken care of herself. Because she'd had to. If she stopped now, if she gave herself over to Luke, then what would she lose hold of next?
    Pushing herself back into the couch, she started shaking her head as she said, “I ca—”
    But when