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)
I thank Daisy and she pats my ass in parting.
“Have fun, ya filthy harlot!”
When I locate Luca again, he’s now chatting happily with a gaggle of women—Nicola, his mother, his aunt, and Iris—so I stand strategically off to a side, hoping to covertly make eye contact. When I finally do, I flick my head toward a nearby hallway, letting Luca know that’s where I want him to meet me.
A moment later, we’re huddled together and alone in my designated meeting spot. “I was wondering if you’d give me a tour of the house,” I whisper with a suggestive waggle of my brows. “Or at least, maybe you could show me a particularly quiet back bedroom?”
A wicked smile spreads across Luca’s face at my obvious meaning. “If that’s code for ‘Give me your man meat again, Luca,’ I believe I gave you a secret code that will unlock that particular treasure.”
I glare at him in a way that makes it clear he’s playing a dangerous game, and a half second later, he presses his finger into his ear like he’s a TV host getting a message from his producer in an earpiece. “I’m being told the judges will allow it,” he jokes. With a laugh, he grabs my hand and says, “Come on, mathlete. I know the perfect spot for our one-room tour.”
CHAPTER 26
Chelsea
MY HEART IS thrumming in my ears as Luca pulls me down a long hallway, his hand enfolding mine. I feel untethered. Like an outlaw. I don’t know how Luca keeps doing it, but he makes me, a lifelong good girl, want to be very, very bad.
We walk past two closed doors and at the third we stop and enter a guest bedroom. Clearly, it’s Luca’s for the night, based on his distinctive duffel bag being in a far corner.
After shutting the door behind us, Luca pulls on it pointedly, making sure it’s securely locked. When he confirms that it is, he barrels toward me with hunger in his dark eyes. Luca is the funniest, silliest person I’ve ever met, but in this moment, I’d never know he has that side to him. No, in this moment, he looks like a killer. A shark after getting a whiff of blood.
When he reaches me, he pulls me to him and kisses me passionately, and that’s all it takes for the same nuclear bomb that went off last night to detonate again, and with every bit as much fury and desperation. In fact, we might even be more frenetic this time, if that’s possible, because we both know the unparalleled pleasures that await us.
Breathlessly, I tug on Luca’s shirt, and he rips it off, revealing his beautiful chest and torso. But there’s no time to ogle him. Not when he’s frantically yanking off my dress like it’s on fire.
When my clothes are off, Luca quickly removes the undergarments from my body, too. And when I’m standing before him naked, he leans down and energetically devours my breasts.
“Oh, God,” I blurt when he sucks ferociously on one of my hard nipples. “Luca, I have to lie down for this.”
Luca dispenses of his jeans in record speed. And then his briefs. And when he’s standing before me, naked, hard, and glorious, he guides me to the bed. Like last night, he eats me out first, with extreme enthusiasm, and quickly brings me to a powerful orgasm that’s so body-quaking, it brings tears of euphoria to my eyes.
“Luca,” I whisper hoarsely as my pleasure comes down. “I need you inside me.” It’s an accurate statement. I don’t merely want this man to plow me; I physically need to feel him inside me, filling me up, the same way I’d imagine an addict needs her next fix.
Luca’s dark eyes flicker with feral greed. Breathing hard, and with the evidence of my arousal all over his lips and chin, he bounds over to his duffel bag in the corner and returns with a condom wrapped around his straining cock.
“You came prepared.”
“I knew you were all talk.”
I’m annoyed he foresaw this moment. But not enough to walk away to teach him a lesson. Not nearly enough.
He lies on the bed and pulls me on top of him. And as his full length impales me, we both groan at the delicious sensation. When he’s all the way in, he grabs my hips and guides me, and I launch into gyrating and snapping my hips back and forth on top of him, every motion of my body designed to squeeze the most pleasure out of every movement.
Luca’s plainly losing his mind underneath me. In fact, he’s not trying to hide or muffle it. As his eyelids flutter and increasingly animalistic noises escape him, he grips my hips even more tightly for dear life and grits out a stream of dirty talk and compliments. Between moans and groans, he mutters that I’m gorgeous, perfect, that I feel so fucking good and look so fucking hot. He says I’m going to kill him with pleasure, but it’s exactly how he wants to go. He says my pussy is magic. That the way I taste is so addictive, I should be illegal. And on and on. And I love every second of it. So much so, I’m now humping him frantically. Desperately. On my way to the highest peak of my own pleasure.