“I understand, sw… Alima. But I’m also asking you to be patient with me. I’ve been thinking of you as my sweetheart for a long time.”
Fuck! This asshole is killing me!
“I’m back, Alima.”
The chauffeur is driving smoothly, the black glass panel between the front and our side of the car is lifted, soft classical music plays low over the sound system and the space is dimly lit. Just enough that I can see the flecks of gold in Luca’s green eyes. I can also see the intense emotions he could mask to anyone but the girl who spent hours, days, weeks, years observing him. Then an entire five years reminiscing over those precious moments.
“Allie,” he says softly, calling me by the nickname he christened me with, piercing my poor, battered heart with another painful arrow.
“What do you want from me?” I push.
“I know about the end of the lease on Mama’s house. I know you guys have been negotiating with the city and getting nowhere. And I’m here to help.” He lays a hand on the back of mine. “There’s a way to save Mama’s house.”
I know my face must display my confusion. “How are you planning on helping? What more can you do? We’ve been talking to the city for years now. And they don’t want to hear anything. They keep saying we have to find a new home for the kids. That the current building needs to be demolished and rebuilt to current safety standards. We’ve tried fixing up things, but it’s never enough. I don’t understand what else you could do.”
“I don’t want to ask them for a lease extension. I want to buy the building,” Luca states calmly, looking me straight in the eye. He’s all business and I can tell he has the means to back his words.
“You… you wanna buy the building?” I stammer out.
He nods, then rearranges himself to face me on the leather bench.
“Luca, where would you get the money to purchase a three-story building?” The icy fingers of doubt wrap themselves around my heart.No, no, no…
I know Luca reads my expression correctly when I see his features harden. His gorgeous, masculine face gaining an air of danger.
“Have a bit of faith, Alima. I’m not planning to use dirty money.” I let out an involuntary exhale of relief and Luca shakes his head. “Would never do that, Allie. You know me.”
I smile sadly. “I don’t, Luca. I don’t know you. I knew an eighteen-year-old boy, but I can’t say anything about the man you’ve become.”
His mouth tightens. “Fair enough. Let me tell you about the man I’ve become, then.”
“Luca… why even bother?” I ask in a defeated tone. “You’re here to help with the kids and Mama? Great. Explain your plan and I’ll let you know if I’m in.”
“It’s not as simple, Allie.”
I thread my fingers through my hair, shaking my head, not giving a damn I’m ruining my hairstyle. “I don’t do complicated, Luca. My life is plain and safe. I don’t need any thrill or adventure.”
He nods calmly. “I remember a time when that wasn’t the case,” he drawls in a low, enticing voice.
“You remember a girl seeking herself. I’m a grown woman and I know my mind.”
Luca slides closer to me on the bench and since I’m already plastered to my door, I have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. He cups the side of my face in his big, strong hand, his face an inch away from mine, the heat from his body having completely enveloped me. I feel my eyes grow huge with panic, but I’m paralyzed, trapped, ensnared.Is he going to…?
Luca closes the distance between us and presses his firm lips to mine, taking my breath away.
Luca
The instant my mouth lands on Alima’s, our skins come in contact, our spaces mingle, and five years of want, need, yearning, pain and longing disappear into a puff of smoke. I let the feel of her lips penetrate my mind. Soft, firm, full, perfectly molding to mine. I chance the tip of my tongue and as soon as it touches her, she moans low and long. Her hands come up to grasp at my shoulders. She holds on to me like a lifeline and I take that as permission to deepen our kiss. Gently parting her lips, I taste her, fill my mouth with her softness, her warmth. I let my tongue gently caress hers, coax her till she’s kissing me with all she has.Fuck she tastes good!Of everything I hoped for and all I never dared to imagine. Mi dick jumps to attention and my hands possessively circle her waist. I pull Alima into my lap and she gasps against my mouth, surprised by the gesture. I don’t give her time to think, threading my fingers through the soft locks of her hair, I pull her down till our mouths crash again. Our kisses are hungry. It’s clear we’ve been starving for each other for the past five years. I kiss Alima like I want to swallow her whole, and she reciprocates in kind. Our movements are desperate, our mingled breaths ragged. But nothing has ever felt this good.
I cup each cheek of her generous ass in one wide palm and squeeze, she reacts by rolling her hips onto my hard cock and I see stars behind my closed eyelids. Alima detaches her mouth from mine and cups my face in her soft hands.
“It’s really you. You came back,” she croaks out as one lonely tear travels down the side of her face.
I wipe it off with the pad of my thumb and press my lips to her mouth. “I’m back for good, baby.”
Her eyes are still guarded but she gives me a small smile.
“So you’re gonna tell me about your plan or keep mauling me in the back of a limo like it’s prom night?”