His hum against my chest sent shivers through my body. My breath was all over the place as I tried to match his hips’ rhythm, but the beginnings of my climax made me jerky and erratic.
One pinch, bite,and thrust, and I fell over the edge. Luca kept moving against me, helping me ride out the waves of pleasure.
Panting, I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, all teeth, tongue, and desperation. When he pulled away, all I could do was smile.
Luca’s lips were bright red and swollen, thanks to his devotion to pleasing me. I flattened out the tufts of hair that my fingers had pulled, reveling at the thickness.
With twinkling eyes, Luca kissed my nose. “So, you ready to get up?”
My hand grabbed his hard cock. Letting out a sexy moan, Luca tipped his head back, eyes shutting tight.
“I think you’re up enough for the both of us. Let me help you with that.”
When he peered down at me, my heart stopped. Gone was the sweet, playful, dry-humping Luca. In his place was the man that had fucked me in a hotel lobby. The look in his eye let me know I was minutes away from not walking right for a couple of days.
And oh god, did I want that.
He gripped my wrist, pinning it to the bed. My other hand stayed put, too excited to stop him from going on.
“You’re really trying to fuck up my plans.” He leaned his face inches from mine, his minty breath caressing my cheeks. “Listen closely. You’re going to get your ass up, put on a pair of my shorts and a t-shirt, then we’re going to go to the farmer’s market. I will make you dinner tonight, and we will have a civilized, good time. After that, I will fuck you just how you want. Not before, okay? I’m doing this the right way.”
Lucaconfused the fuck out of me. His rock-hard cock strained against his jeans, but he was determined to wait. Well, it was his dick's funeral.
Letting go of my body, Luca pulled away, his expression softening. As his eyes devoured my body, I returned the favor. A simple t-shirt stretched across his broad frame, but I knew it was pricey by the feel of the fabric. His dark denim did little to conceal my number one fascination.
Looking at Luca made my body overheat. No person should ever be that sexy. It isn’t fair to the rest of us.
Reaching his hand out, he pulled me from the bed. A quick but firm swat to my ass sent me toward his closet. “Be quick. There should be a pair of Adriana’s flip-flops in there.”
I frowned, but he was already out of the room. Rubbing my ass cheek, I considered my choices. My generous figure and his slim hips meant his clothes were a little tighter than my own.
Pulling out the black flip-flops, I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was going to go in public wearing basketball shorts and flip-flops. High maintenance was not a bad thing in my book. I enjoyed looking a certain way, and there was nothing wrong with that. He owed me big time forschlubbingit in public.
Downstairs, Luca was pouring coffee into two to-go mugs. Much to my disappointment, he’d tamed his trouser monster.
“Ready to go, even if I look like I’m about to doyardwork.”
Smiling, Luca shook his head. “You’re beautiful no matter what you’re wearing. Now, let’s head out before you find another way to sabotage the day.”
* * *
An hour into my first farmer’s market experience, I was actually enjoying myself. Stalls were situated under tents and the shade of the trees that lined Tower Grove Park’s pathways and the surrounding streets. People busied themselves, searching for the perfect tomato while thefaint noise of city traffic fought against the band playing twenty stalls away. All in all, the farm-in-the-city vibe was something I had never thought I’d like but was proving to be an excellent way to spend a Saturday morning.
It didn’t hurt that Luca only let go of my hand to pick up produce or pay for one of my many snacks. My cheeks hurt from laughing at the distinct faces Luca made while inspecting the goods. He was very particular even when it came to whichplumI would get for my sixth or seventh goodie of the morning.
“See how deep and even the color is on this one?”
I nodded, and he shoved it under my nose.
“And smell how fruity it is?”
Inhaling deeply, I said, “Yes.”
He took my hand and placed the plum in my palm.“Feel that weight? How there is only a little give?”
My fingers tightened around the small fruit. “Yes.”
Luca grinned down at me. “That’s how you know you’ve got a good plum.”