She tried to lift her hips as a second finger joined his first, but he easily held her in place. Admitting that it had been well over a year and a half since she was with anyone would give him too much ammunition to use against her. Even as the thought crossed her mind, she gave herself a mental shake. What did it matter if Luke knew he was the only one in recent memory? It wasn’t as if she’d stick around long enough for the inevitable barbs. “Not since my ex-fiancé. Eighteen months.”

He cursed again and then pressed a kiss to her neck as he worked her with his fingers. “I’m going to make it good for you, darlin’. So fucking good that no one else can compare.”

Empty threats. She hoped.

Whatever his faults, Luke saw her as a woman—and a woman he wanted so badly he couldn’t seem to get enough of touching her. A beautiful, sexy woman. For tonight, she could set her issues aside and maybe even see herself that way, too.

Not to mention, he made her feel too good to stop. Stop thinking so much and just feel. She let her head fall back to rest on his shoulder, but kept her eyes open so she could see exactly what his hands were doing. When in doubt, she fell back to the attitude that had gotten him to haul her back here in the first place. “There you go again, making threats you have no way of following through on.”

His laughter rumbled against her back. “I’ll pick up that gauntlet you just threw at my feet.” Before she could respond, he twisted his wrist, hitting that spot just inside her, and used his other hand to stroke over her clit. “But first, you’re coming for me. Again.”

She tried to move, to arch, to do something, but his arms around her held her pinned against his chest. All she could do was take the pleasure he gave her and watch his fingers slide in and out of her as his circled her clit. “Oh God.”

“That’s right, darlin’. Almost there, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She twisted blindly, and he obligingly gave her his mouth. Or more accurately, he took her mouth much the same way he was taking her pleasure. Luke’s tongue thrust between her lips in the same rhythm as his fingers into her body. She was poised on the precipice, the desire rising in her body almost too much to bear. “Please. Oh God, please, Luke.”

“I’ve got you.” He did something with his fingers that sent her hurtling under, screaming his name. All Alexis could do was cling to him as her orgasm took over, shivers ripping through her body. He stopped stroking her, but kept his hand between her legs, cupping her in a move that screamed possessive male. When she finally managed to pry her eyes open, his green eyes were focused on her face, as if drinking in every little reaction.

She slouched against him, boneless with pleasure, though her body already pulsed with a building need. As good as that had been, she needed him filling her, needed to have his bare skin against hers. “Luke—”

“Hush.” He kissed her again. “Enjoy the afterglow. We’re not even close to done yet.”

Now was the time to take off his clothes, when Alexis was languid with pleasure. Luke took a deep breath, trying to fight down the stupid insecurity. If he kept his clothes on, that would bring even more attention to the bullshit inside his head than if he just stripped and got it over with—but that meant letting her get a look at his scars. Fuck, he’d never been this kind of a coward before that IED, and he wasn’t about to start now.

He pulled off his shirt and wasn’t able to contain a groan when her smooth back pressed against his bare chest. It had been so goddamn long since he’d touched another person like this, skin on skin, that it was almost painful. He wrapped his arms around her and tried to adjust to it. But she was already shifting, rocking her ass against his cock. To hell with this idiocy. He scooted her forward enough to unbutton his jeans and then held onto her as he jerked them down and kicked them off. It wasn’t smooth and it wasn’t pretty, but the end result made both of them moan.

As he rolled a condom on, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her in the mirror. He hadn’t been lying when he called her body perfection. She was so beautiful it actually hurt to look at her, a sharp stabbing pain somewhere in the vicinity of his chest that made him want to both look away and never take his eyes off her. The fact that she didn’t seem to agree was baffling, though not unexpected when he really thought about it. Very few women looked in the mirror and saw reality, and it was a damn shame.

“No more waiting.” Alexis lifted herself and reached down to position him at her entrance. “Now, Luke.” She barely glanced down at his knee and its mass of scar tissue.

“As you wish, darlin’.” He grabbed her hips and brought her down as he thrust up, sheathing himself to the hilt. “Christ.” Even his stretching her earlier hadn’t done a whole lot. She was so tight he had to press his forehead to the back of her neck to keep himself from blowing right then and there.

“You feel so good.” She tried to move, but he kept their hips sealed. “God, Luke, I need to move. Please.”

He lifted her and brought her back down slowly, watching as his cock disappeared inside her. When he raised his gaze, he found her eyes pinned to the same spot, and she bit her lip with each upward thrust. “You like that. Seeing me fuck you. Watching my cock slide into your wet little pussy.”

“Yes.”

“You want me to pin you against that window, where anyone can see those perfect pink nipples pressed against the glass. You want people to see.”

A shudder passed through her body. “I—”

“Tell me the truth, darlin’.”

She looked up and met his gaze in the mirror, her hazel eyes a little dazed. “I want you to take me against the window.”

“And you’re going to come knowing everyone in the street below can see you.”

Her breath hissed out. “Yes.”

Fuck, he was about to come just talking about it. Or maybe it was the squeeze of her around him, fluttering with each word he spoke. He lifted her off his cock and stood, walking them to the space where the curtains parted. They hadn’t bothered to turn on any lights when they came through the door, relying on the single lamp next to the bed, so he wasn’t worried that anyone would actually see more than the outline of Alexis against the window. As hot as it seemed to get her knowing that anyone could see them, he wasn’t about to put her on display for the whole of Cork.

He guided her hands to the glass on either side of her head. “Don’t move these.”

She gave a husky laugh. “There you go again, thinking you’re the boss.”

“Darlin’, tonight I am.” He refused to think of after tonight, when he had to deal with the consequences of what he was in the process of doing. Luke kicked her feet farther apart and reached between her legs. “You’re so damn wet. You love this.”

“Maybe.”

“No maybe about it. Your body doesn’t lie.” He couldn’t resist sliding a finger into her before he bent his knees and replaced it with his cock. The position wasn’t a comfortable one for his knee, but he could give a flying fuck when she made a sweet little cry. He twined her long hair around one fist and bent her backward, the move pressing her breasts against the glass and allowing him to push deeper. He shoved into her, the crazed feeling returning, as if he couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t do anything but chase the pressure building in the small of his back. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Oh God, don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” He shoved into her again and used his free hand to reach around and stroke her clit. “Not until you’re coming around my cock.”

She arched her back, taking him deeper. “Good.”

She was almost there. The sounds coming out of her mouth were indication of that, the same way she went wild around him. Luke gritted his teeth and kept up his pace, determined to see her come one more time before he gave in to his own oblivion. “Now, darlin’. I know you’re close. Come for me now.”