Page 105 of Wag More Bark Less

There were thrillers and true crime—which totally tracked—and a few general fiction titles I recognized.

One shelf was unsurprisingly claimed by Star Wars LEGO sets. I recognized the Millennium Falcon and R2-D2. The rest? I smiled, looking forward to Luke explaining them to me.

The water cut off, and my pulse tripped over itself. I bet that man was a sight to behold right now, naked with water droplets glistening all over his tanned, tattooed body. Wetness pooled between my legs as I imagined him strutting out of the bathroom sans towel and pressing me up against this bookshelf to have his dirty, delicious way with me.

My gaze snagged on the top shelf, to a row of books all by the same author: Diana Davenport.

“Snooping on me?” Luke’s baritone called from across the room.

I looked over my shoulder. He was not sans towel. But it was wrapped so low around his hips the sharp V-cut left little to the imagination. I could make out most of the wolf tattoo at his hip. I swallowed hard, both intimidated and thrilled at what came next. There would be no movie tonight. The hungry look in his eyes said as much.

“I didn’t know you were a closet vampire romance enthusiast,” I teased.

“I’m not.” He strutted around the bed, meeting me at the shelf.

“You just keep them on your top shelf for funsies?”

“Those are my sister’s books.”

“Why would your sister need you to store her books?”

“They’re my books. She’s the author.”

“Wait.” I looked back at the dozens of books lining the shelf, double-checking the author name on the spines. “Your sister is the Diana Davenport?”

“You’ve heard of her?”

“Heard of her?” I shook my head in disbelief. “I’ve read her books so many times the covers have fallen off of some.”

I turned around, about to ask him if he had more than one sister or if the author and bookstore owner were the same, but the greedy, devilish look in his eyes made me forget everything, including the fact I was missing panties.

Until he reached between my legs and dragged a finger through my folds, reminding me.

I pressed my back against the bookshelf and gripped his biceps to steady myself.

“You were planning to seduce me?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

My nipples pebbled in response.

I tugged at the towel tied at his hip, and it fell to the floor. He was already hard for me. I let my gaze linger on his impressive length for several seconds before flicking it up to his eyes. “I think it’s working.”

Luke lowered his mouth, his lips lingering a feather’s width from my own. I leaned in to close the gap, but missed when he plunged a finger inside me. I gasped, digging fingernails into his hard muscle. My hips arched into his touch.

“Fuck, Maggie. Have you been this wet all day?”

I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his length. “It’s your fault I’m this way,” I said, slowly stroking him. “You and your ability to give me Jedi-level orgasms.”

He laughed, low and menacing before lowering his mouth at last to mine. I surrendered to his insistent lips, his unrelenting tongue, and his talented hand tangled in my heat. He left his cock to my mercy, and I pressed him against my stomach as I stroked him from shaft to tip. Precum smeared through my fingers and onto my belly, and I let out a soft moan.

I craved him inside me. Fuck, how I wanted him to replace his eager hand with this rod of steel. I yearned to come apart with his cock buried deep inside me. Had I ever been this desperate for a man before?

Not even close, a wicked little voice whispered.

“Luke,” I panted, gripping his cheek to hold our lips apart. “I’m on the pill.”

“Good to know.”

“I’m clean, too. I haven’t . . .” Fuck, now I was self-conscious. “I haven’t been . . .”