EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT
A girl, a guy, a set of handcuff... What more could happily ever after possibly need?
Anything & Everything, Book 2
Luke Hamilton's requirements for the perfect woman are straightforward: live, work and play in his beloved hometown-and get along with his mother. Dr. Kat Dayton's got it all. And Luke's noticed. It's obvious to him that his long-time friend belongs with him, especially after the world-rocking kiss she lays on him at his birthday party.
While Kat can't deny she's imagined a kiss like that—and more—for years, she's less convinced they're destined for happily ever after. Still, Luke figures that's nothing a friendly kidnapping and a three-day road trip won't fix.
Kat would love to let Luke in, but if he discovers the truth—that committee meetings bore her to tears and she'd rather have a root-canal than go to another potluck—his white-picket-fence dreams will be crushed.
Being stuck in an RV with Luke should be three days of flirtatious fun, but for Kat it's heavenly hell. The close confines and good old-fashioned lust are making a mockery of her perfect-woman façade, and if he finds out about the mistake that might cost her job—and force her to leave town for good—it'll take more than a sexy pair of handcuffs to keep him close.
Warning: Contains a man who's willing to do anything for the perfect woman, an RV and surprise road-trip to help him prove it, and a woman who's wondering just what the hell she's gotten into.
© copyright Erin Nicholas, 2012
It was almost as if he'd been waiting for her. Luke was beside her two seconds after she stepped through the doors.
"If this is your way of saying you're sorry for not calling me back all day, I approve," he said, taking her elbow and starting for his office.
She'd gone home to change before coming in. She'd chosen her outfit with Luke in mind. Even if she wasn't feeling like the world's greatest doctor at the moment, she knew one thing that always made her feel confident—making men crazy.
The skirt was black leather and hugged her waist, hips and thighs where it stopped two inches above her knees. The front had criss-crossed mini silver chains hanging from it and the back dipped into a deep v ending just short of being scandalous and had corset lacings that crossed over of her low back, showing more than a hint of bare skin between the laces.
Her top was basically a jacket, with only one button fastened—the one just below her breasts. It kept the lapels over her breasts but showed plenty of cleavage and gapped below, showing off her stomach and the bright red jewel in her belly button. And, of course, she wore knee-high black leather boots.
"Maybe this isn't for you."
He scowled at her. "It is now."
She smiled. "Now what?"
"Now that I've seen you."
"You're staking a claim?" Her heart pounded at that. She wanted him and wanted to be his but there was nothing wrong with teasing him a little.
"Whether I like it or not?" As if there was anything about that she wouldn't like.
They stepped into his office and he immediately moved in close, pressing her back against the wall. "You'll like it."
She did have to take a deep breath but she still asked, "Even if I like the actual claim staking, I don't get a vote about it happening in the first place?"
"Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't wear this for me." He put a hand on her hip and slid it up and down over the soft leather.
She met his gaze and felt swirling, take-me-now heat. "I wore it for you."
He gave her a cocky half-smile. "I appreciate it very much."
"I'm hoping it makes you more apt to say yes to my request."
He moved in closer. "Yes. Whatever it is, yes."
She leaned into him. "Strip off my clothes, lay me back on your desk and fu-"
"Katarina Dayton," he interrupted, his voice sounding like he'd swallowed sand. "Are you testing me?"
She didn't think so. She just really wanted to have sex with him.
Everything she wanted from Luke seemed within her grasp and she was afraid it was going to start unraveling any minute.
So, she was going to take what she could get from him for as long as she could get it.
"I've had a bad day at work and could really use some distraction and release and getting what I want," Kat said, putting her hand over his heart. "I've been thinking about you all day and there is only one thing I'm sure of at this point—I want you."
His heart was beating fast and his pupils dilated but he pulled in a breath and said, "I want more than that, Kat and I'm going to prove it."
She wasn't surprised that he was jumping in with both feet now that he knew their attraction was mutual. Now he'd want to focus on what had happened, what was going to happen next, make a plan, and go full steam ahead. That was Luke.
It had happened with The Camelot—the restaurant had been built in six months. It happened when the church needed a new roof—Luke got a committee together and they got the thing done in two days. It happened when a family in town found out their little boy had leukemia—Luke talked to the other businesses in town and they raised twenty thousand dollars in one weekend. It had happened with Sabrina too. When Sabrina came home this last time penniless and pregnant, he'd decided to marry her within two hours of finding out. Luke was known for quickly analyzing a situation, making a plan and going for it.
The problem was, Kat wasn't sure she could just go for a whole big relationship right now. "Lucas Hamilton, are you telling me that you don't want to have sex with me right now?" she asked, pressing against him and running her hand up his chest. She could talk him into this, she was sure.
He cleared his throat. "Somehow I don't think there's a correct answer to that question."
Her eyes widened. "You really do think I'm trying to trick you?"
"I think you really want me to say yes." His fingers slid to the bare skin on her back just above the waistband of her skirt. He stroked back and forth along the strip of skin. "I think that your nipples are hard right now and your panties are wet and you're imagining what it will feel like the first time I thrust into you."
Holy.... She took a shaky breath in and wet her lips. This was definitely different. She and Luke flirted but they'd never been blatantly sexual with one another.
She liked it. A lot.
"But I think you also really want me to say no," he went on. "You want to know that even though I'm hard enough to drive nails right now and want so badly to make you come hard, fast and loud, I can still say no because I want even more."
She was barely breathing, staring up at him. Hard enough to drive nails. Come hard, fast and loud. Oh, yeah. This she could handle. "I, um... No, I really do want-"
"I also think wearing this—" again he ran his hand up and down over the soft leather at her hip, "—and testing me is kind of like a matador waving a red cape in front of a bull. The matador not only knows the bull's coming—he wants the bull to come." He gave her a little grin and dropped his voice. "And I do plan on coming."
"Wow," she breathed. If she'd wanted him before, hearing him talk like this and look at her like that made her certain she'd do anything he asked. "So let's go. Your house? Or your desk? It's closer."
She stared at him. "Seriously?"
This was really typical of Luke. Most guys would take her signal and ask her to dinner. Luke would take it and jump to something much bigger, something like…
"Let's go away for a few days."
Something like that.
"Dammit," she groaned. She tipped her head back, thunked it against the wall and closed her eyes. "Dammit."
Her eyes opened. "Sex I can do. But it's not a good time for a trip."
"It's perfect. We're perfect. We don't need to do all the normal dating stuff. We know each other, we know where this is going to lead. There's no reason not to do this right now."
And there he was jumping in with both feet again.