“Was that what I think it was?” he asked.

She could feel the blush radiating over her neck and cheeks. She swallowed. “I . . .”

“Did you just come on the dance floor?” His fingers tightened on her shoulders, and he stepped into her, sandwiching her between his body and the wall. She could feel his erection against her stomach as he leaned in, his mouth closing on hers. Her breasts were so sensitized that the pressure of his hard muscles against her nipples sent streaks of fire through her as he teased her with his tongue.

He pulled away an inch to say, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I couldn’t stop it,” she managed to murmur, inhaling as he slid his hands between the wall and her behind, curling his fingers to pull her even closer. He bent his knees and flexed his hips, making her moan as the ridge under his jeans pressed between her legs.

He huffed out a laugh that sounded almost like he was in pain. “We need to leave. Now.” He stepped back and spun her against his side, holding her there as he headed for the exit at a near jog.

Nerves and longing twisted together in her gut. How could she feel shy about being alone with him in the limo when she’d climaxed in the middle of the dance floor?

The bouncer opened the club’s back door for them, telling them to have a good night. Luke jerked the door of the limo open before the driver could straighten away from the hood, where he’d been having a smoke.

“Take us home,” Luke called out before helping Miranda onto the leather seat with a courtesy that contrasted with the devouring hunger in his eyes. He lunged in beside her and hit the button that closed the privacy screen between them and the driver. His gaze was locked on her face, and the set of his jaw showed tension. “You didn’t expect this. I didn’t expect this. But I say we go with it. Come back to my place,” he said in what was more a command than a request.

She hesitated as the implications of what he wanted sank in. He dated the most beautiful women on earth. And the most sexually experienced. Miranda had slept with exactly three men in her life, and two had been at college. She couldn’t begin to imagine what someone like Luke Archer would expect in bed.

Before she could respond, he angled his head downward and kissed her—this time with a slow, sensual touch. In the closed, private space of the limo’s interior, he could have overwhelmed her with his big, powerful body, but he touched her only with his mouth, giving her room and freedom. Or the illusion of it. His mouth was mesmerizing, robbing her of the last shreds of sanity. She whimpered and grabbed a fistful of his T-shirt to draw herself into him.

That was all the answer he needed.

He seized her hips and lifted her off the seat and onto his lap, so she straddled his thighs. She thought she heard him grunt in pain, but his movements were smooth and sure. “I want to touch your skin.” He slipped his fingers under the hem of her top at the back of her waist and pushed them up under the fabric until they were splayed across her shoulder blades.

The feel of his palms against her skin made her breasts grow heavy with longing. Shocked at her own daring, she leaned close to his ear and said, “You can unhook it.”

Her bra came loose immediately, and he slid his hands around under the silky knit of her top to cup her breasts. She let her eyes close as she pressed herself into his touch. He groaned and rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending pure electricity sizzling down into her core.

“Yes, Luke,” she breathed, tilting her hips so she could rub herself against his erection. All she cared about was finding some relief from the rekindled burn of arousal inside her.

He released her breasts and seized her hips, holding her still. “Slow down, sugar. You deserve better than a quick screw in the back of a limo. We’ve got all night to—” His expression went from hot anticipation to irritated frustration. “Oh, crap—Trevor!”

It took her a moment to clear the sex haze from her brain enough to remember who Trevor was. The sleazy brother who was staying with Luke. She did not want Trevor to find out about this.

Luke’s eyes lit up again. “I know how we can get around that.”

“How?”

He moved his hands back to her breasts, gently brushing his thumbs across the hardened peaks. “My private gym. It has a separate entrance for my trainer.” His dimple appeared in all its seductive glory. “There are a lot of interesting ways to use exercise equipment.”

Chapter 12

Miranda followed Luke out of his private elevator and into an elegantly paneled and carpeted hallway. This was the floor below his living quarters and accommodated his private gym, lap pool, and media room.

“I’m pretty sure Trevor won’t be using the gym at this hour,” he said. “But just to make sure, you wait here.”

The thought of Trevor doused some of the fire smoldering inside her. But then Luke brought her up against him and took her mouth in a potent kiss before he strode away down the hall. She drank in the rear view of wide, rippling shoulders, well-muscled butt, and mile-long legs before she sagged against the wall and tried to pull herself together.

After a steamy ride in the limo, he’d backed her up against the wall of the elevator and practically made her come again before they’d reached his floor. Now that his enthralling presence had been removed, cold sanity seeped into her brain.

He’d said this was unexpected and she deserved better than sex in a limo. But she didn’t kid herself—she was no more than a diversion for him because he’d been benched.