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the appreciative male scrutiny and back to his place?
    Luke pulled his finger free and licked her tangy juices. She watched, her lips parted and eyes transfixed. “Tasty,” he whispered against her ear. She licked her lips and stayed perfectly still as he smoothed her skirt down. Luke was way too delighted to hear an unhappy whimper from Ava as he pulled away. She tried to pull him back, but he wouldn’t let her. It took all his strength of will to keep from giving into the little temptress. Her soft sighs and moans had his blood pounding so hard he could barely think straight as it was.
    He let go of Ava long enough to unwind her fingers from his hair and clutch her wrists in one of his hands above her head. She opened her eyes then and stared at him. Her blue gaze so full of innocent wonder. Christ almighty, she was beautiful. Pete had said it exactly right. Ava didn’t need makeup and fancy trappings. She was a natural beauty.
    “I want you, baby,” Luke growled. “Tell me we’re on the same track here.”
    He watched her small pink tongue dart out and lick at her bottom lip. The small guileless action caused a shudder to roll through him.
    “Yes, Luke,” she replied huskily. “I want you. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you. If you deny me, I swear I’ll die.”
    Luke said a silent prayer to the heavens above. He could have handled being run over by a Mack truck easier than he could have handled her rejection.
    “Let’s go.”
    Nothing more was said from either of them as they weaved their way through the nightclub. Luke scanned the crowd for Pete.
    Ready to battle over Ava if need by. Much to his consternation, Luke noticed him sitting at a table with his sister, Jen. Pete’s arm was around her shoulders and the two were looking at each other as if they were… in love? Pete and Jen? He shook his head. That mess was for tomorrow. Tonight was for Ava. Nothing else mattered.
    Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 4
    Luke had never given his driving much thought before, but on the way to his house, he’d driven with the kind of speed and determination that would have made a NASCAR driver proud. Neither of them had said a word on the way home. And the silence only served to intensify the sparks jumping between them.
    He swung his big silver truck in the garage and shut off the en-gine. She’d made a reference before about the size of his truck, as if he were over-compensating for the size of his dick. He’d merely winked at her and teased, “See for yourself, Dr. Doolittle.” Ava, being Ava, had huffed and stalked off.
    She wasn’t saying a word now either. When he shoved the door open, coming around to her side to lift her out, she looked at him with a mixture of arousal and trust. With other women, he’d enjoyed the aroused look, but he’d shied away from the trust part.
    Coming from Ava, he liked both. He wouldn’t mind seeing more of it actually. Crazy.
    As he stepped through the door into the kitchen, Ava’s arms came around his neck, holding onto him tight. Luke felt a shock of need run through him. He couldn’t wait for the bedroom. He had to have a sample now. He put her down and pushed the door closed with his foot. She looked around, as if shy all of a sudden. He wasn’t going to give her time to rethink her decision.
    Luke began unbuckling his belt. “I want to see you suck me.”
    Her innocent eyes shot wide. “Here?”
    “Mmm, right here. Get down on your knees, baby. Prove to me that this is what you want.”
    He drew his zipper down and watched her make up her mind.
    A million thoughts flitted over her face. He wasn’t sure what she’d do. But as he pulled his fly open and took out his cock, Ava licked her lips. That little gesture had his tip weeping with joy. He knew the instant she made her decision, because a naughty smile played at the corners of her mouth. Ava hiked up her skirt and lowered herself to the floor. She looked up at him, her palms pressed against her thighs. Luke