Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I stared at him for a moment, examining his profile and his hard jawline, the thickness of his shoulders. For a man who didn’t seem to care about anyone, he sure seemed to care about me. He had given me a life that had been taken away. A new start.
I moved past the armchair and approached the couch.
He left the phone on the coffee table and looked at me again. This time, I was met with quiet approval, his eyes dropping down to where my legs were exposed past the voluminous shirt. His hand moved underneath the shirt to my ass, and he tugged me forward.
I gently fell on top of him, and his hard body caught me. I landed in a perfect snuggle in his arms, his back against the corner of the couch, his chest the hardest but most comfortable mattress I’d ever lain on.
Like he knew exactly how to treat a woman, he pulled me into him and locked me in place.
In the comfort of his arms, I stared at the fire, feeling his chest gently rise and fall with the calm breaths he took. His fingers moved, lightly touching the strands of my hair. I could lie like that forever, basking in the protection of the only man who could slay my demons.
At least half an hour passed, but it felt like a minute or two. The silent comfort of his presence, the way we could just be together without the pressure of expectation. I wanted this man inside me, but I wanted to feel him in my heart too.
I adjusted myself so I could look at him, see the hard eyes that rarely softened. “I would love to know what happened…if you want to tell me.” I wanted to know everything about him, everything he was willing to share.
He seemed to understand what I was referring to. The hard question I’d asked at dinner.
His eyes shifted away, and he looked at the fire for a while. A quiet breath started in his chest, and it rose and rose until his lungs ran out of space. Then he let it out slowly. “My mom was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Trusted a man she never should have trusted. She should have come first, but she came last—every fucking time.” He gave a slow nod before he looked at me again. “And my father…got what he deserved in the end.”
He carried me to the bed and dropped me onto the surface.
I bounced slightly on the mattress, and then he snaked his hands under my shirt and tugged it up before he yanked down my panties. His big hands grabbed the backs of my thighs, and he pulled me gently until he had me where he wanted me. He kissed my belly, the skin below my tits, swiping his tongue around my belly button ring before he moved down, slowly inching to the area between my thighs.
He kissed everything, my inner thighs, the delicate skin along the edge of my folds, making me breathe heavily in anticipation.
I wasn’t used to this. Men rarely offered, and for years, it had been my job to give pleasure, not receive it. And Luca was the last man I’d expected to give it, especially without my asking.
His mouth finally landed on my heat, and instead of starting gentle and slow, he rushed me with the carnal hunger of a wild animal. His tongue danced with my clit the same way his tongue danced with mine when we kissed. There was no restraint or hesitancy when he took me, like he wanted this for himself, not for me.
I hissed between clenched teeth and moaned like a cry. I dug my fingers into his hair. My body arched and my hips rolled. There was so much energy packed into my small body that couldn’t be contained. I moaned and panted, feeling so much pleasure that I simply couldn’t take it.
And he continued like he didn’t care if it was too much. He ate me alive, tugged on my clit with his teeth, drowned me in so much stimulation.
I lasted a minute or so before I released like an overheated engine about to combust. My head rolled back, and I looked at his high ceiling and the detailed crown moldings with the chandelier in the center, swept away by the riptide of pleasure that nearly cut me in two. “Jesus, Luca…” This man always made me come hard, but that was different. Completely one-sided. Completely in my favor. Generous.
His bottoms were gone, and then he climbed on top of me, tugging my legs and hips until I was in place.
I should be the one climbing on top of him and bouncing on his dick, but I was still paralyzed by the rush that had left my fingers and toes numb. Languid, I let him bend me how he wanted me, and then he shoved his hard thickness inside me and infiltrated me with no preamble. But I was soaked from his kiss, and the arousal he generated inside me would coat my channel once he started to thrust.