Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
With a sigh, I nod slowly and punctuate my consent by running my fingers through the top of his thick, dark hair, and that one simple touch visibly ignites something feral in his brown eyes. With a long, shuddering exhale, one that makes it clear he’s now hard as a rock, Luca leans in and kisses the fabric of my shorts covering my pubic bone.
“Chelsea Parker,” he murmurs like he’s reciting a sacred prayer.
With one more kiss to my lower pelvis, he pulls back and begins slowly unbuttoning my shorts. When he slides them down, I kick them off and to the side, and he then links his thumbs beneath the elastic waistband of my panties and starts pulling them down.
With my bottom half naked and bared to him, Luca lays a string of gentle but greedy kisses up my inner thigh—a series of nips, licks, and laps of his tongue that make my knees wobble so badly, I have to grip the top of his head to steady myself.
Luca’s kisses on my thighs soon become heated and voracious, so much so he’s begun groaning loudly with his onslaught. Or, heck, maybe the noises he’s making are at a normal volume, and my silence is what’s making them seem like they’re bouncing off the damned walls. Either way, his sexy groans and exhales are music to my ears—confirmation that he’s every bit as desperate and turned on as me.
Finally, Luca dives into his hungry work. With two fingers baring his meal to him, he licks and laps at my swollen clit with a wide and greedy tongue so enthusiastically, I now have to grip his hair like a lifeline to remain upright.
“Oh, God,” Luca grits out, sounding very much like he’s the one getting oral sex. “Fuck yeah. So good.”
A soft whimper escapes me. Damn it! I bite my tongue to keep my mouth from betraying me again. But it’s abundantly clear that one little sound is only the beginning, since it only spurred Luca on and made him determined to get more.
As my pleasure and begrudging noises both ramp up, Luca eats me more energetically while also groaning louder and louder.
It’s too much. Especially after all the weeks I’ve had to watch him looking hot in practices and then head home to pleasure myself to fantasies about him. In record speed, a soul-combusting orgasm hits me like a tsunami. One that releases with wave after wave of nearly violent pleasure. As I come, Luca grips my ass fiercely while I clutch his head and moan from the depths of my soul. And when my pleasure subsides, Luca looks up at me reverently, his chin and lips slick and his dark eyes earnest.
“Chelsea Parker,” he whispers solemnly. “I beg you to please forgive me for saying that horrible, inexcusable thing about you and Moriarty. I know you’d never do that. And I know it’s your choice to stay or go or do whatever the hell you want with your life. Because it’s your life. Your dreams. And I’m just here to help you make them come true, in any way I can. Please, have mercy on me, Chelsea Parker. I swear I’ll never say or do anything hurtful to you, ever again, or show you an ounce of disrespect as long as we both shall live. I swear it on the most holy thing imaginable—and by that, I mean I swear it on Brutus Buckeye.”
I can’t help giggling at his reference to Ohio State’s goofy mascot.
I must admit—that was a damned good grovel. Even better than I thought it’d be. But even so, I feel like Winnie-the-Pooh standing here with only my shirt on, so before I reply to him, I quickly throw on my panties and shorts, push Luca down to a sitting position, and then take a straddling seat on his lap.
“You’re forgiven,” I whisper once I’m situated and our noses are touching. After rubbing my nose against his, I slide my arms around his neck and softly kiss his cheek. “Thank you. That was an excellent grovel.”
He pecks my lips. “You deserve nothing but the best.”
“There’s one thing you got wrong, however.” I slide my fingertip underneath his stubbled chin to make him look me in the eyes. “It’s not accurate to say I’d ‘never’ get with Moriarty, actually, considering I’ve now fucked that man at least twenty times to punish you for what you said to me.”
Luca’s jaw drops and his face instantly drains of color. “What?” he chokes out.
“That was a joke,” I say calmly. “Consider that your final punishment.”
Exhaling loudly, Luca closes his eyes and tilts his head back.
“You look like a man who just cheated death by an inch.”
“That’s how I feel. Jesus, Chelsea.”
“FYI, if you ever hurt me again, whether it’s supposedly for my own good or not, I might very well go fuck that asshole, even though I hate him, just to prove a point.”