“There’s Dermabond in the bag,” Luca says.
When he reaches for the bag, I shove his hand away. “Don’t move. I’ve got this.” I take deep breaths to calm down so I can tend to my man’s wound. “I’ve got this,” I repeat.
“Stop, Mariya,” Luca orders.
My eyes dart to his face. “Have you lost your mind? You’re bleeding!”
Luca stands up, and wrapping his right arm around me, he yanks me against his bare chest. The warmth of his breath hits my ear. “Calm down, baby. I’m fine. It’s just a flesh wound.”
Feeling the heat and strength of his body, a hard tremble shudders through me. Standing in his firm hold, the shock finally sets in. Luca got shot.
I always thought my men were invincible, that nothing could touch them.
“Calm down,” he murmurs soothingly. “I’m okay.”
Get your shit together, Mariya.
I take deep breaths, filling my lungs with Luca’s scent.
That’s better. Now fucking take care of your man.
I pull back and look up at him. “I’m good.” I walk to the bathroom and wash my hands again, then order, “Sit down.”
A smile tugs at the corner of Luca’s mouth as he obeys.
I get to work, focusing on keeping my hand steady as I clean the wound and apply the surgical glue. I blow lightly on it and wait a couple of minutes to make sure I did a good job.
I lightly trail a finger around the wound, then wrap a bandage around his bicep. Feeling a little calmer now that the gunshot wound is no longer bleeding, I let out a relieved sigh.
My eyes settle on Luca’s face, only to see him watching me with one hell of an intense look darkening his gaze.
Feeling unnerved, I say, “You should get some rest.”
Luca shakes his head, takes hold of my hand, and tugs me closer. “Straddle me.”
My eyebrow darts up. “What?”
His hands find my hips, and then I’m yanked onto his lap and forced to straddle him. Shocked, my eyes meet his blazing ones, then he asks, “Why did you react so strongly to me getting shot?”
Oh shit.
Chapter 18
Luca
Panic flares in her eyes, and she quickly lowers her gaze to my bare chest, that she only seems to notice now, seeing as her lips part and a look of wonder ghosts over her face.
“Mariya,” I say to bring her attention back to the question I asked. “Why did you react so strongly?”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she glances at the bloody wipes beside me. “I’m always an emotional mess during my period.”
Frustration coils in my chest because she’s hiding the real reason. Lifting my hand to her chin, I force her to meet my eyes.
Uncomfortable with the conversation, she shifts on my lap. The instant her pussy rubs against my cock, I harden.
Mariya obviously feels it because she starts to blink faster while a flush creeps up her neck.
Christ, it’s the first time I’ve seen her blush, and it only makes me harder.
After the morning I had, I’m tired, and honestly, I’m running out of patience. “Tell me the truth.”
She shakes her head. “I did.”
Fuck her stubbornness and pride.
And fuck mine.
“You care,” I state the obvious.
A frown forms on her forehead. “Of course. I’m not a coldhearted bitch, Luca.”
I move my hand behind her head, my fingers tangling with her hair. Pulling her closer until our breaths mingle, my eyes keep hers imprisoned.
Fuck this. If we can’t admit our true feelings to each other, I’ll fucking show her what she means to me.
I possessively claim her mouth in a demanding kiss, willing her to give in to the love she feels for me. My tongue lashes at hers, my teeth tugging at her bottom lip until it’s plump.
Mariya lets out a moan, and I devour the sound as my heartbeat speeds up until it’s hammering in my chest. I let go of her hair, and wrapping my good arm around her, I lift her, turn, and push her down on the bed.
Ignoring the pain in my left arm, I shove the first aid bag and everything else off the covers and crawl over Mariya. When I stare down at her, the desire in her eyes has a direct link to my hard as fuck cock.
“Christ, I wish you knew what you do to me,” I murmur before I take her mouth again.
I push her legs open, and settling my pelvis between her thighs, the kiss turns wild.
When I thrust against her, our clothes frustrating the fuck out of me, she moans, “We can’t.”
“The fuck we can’t,” I grumble, peppering kisses down her neck, my teeth nipping at her soft skin.
She lets out a dreamy sigh, her hands weaving into my hair. “I’m on my period.”
I lift my head and pin her with an unwavering look. “I don’t care.”
When I lower my head and bite her nipple through her silk blouse, she moans, “Jesus, Luca.”