Only when I was totally bare did he pull away. His eyes swept over every inch of my body like it was the first time.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Sasha.” The heat in his gaze left me with no doubt of his sincerity.
Heat crept up my neck. This whole situation was out of my depth. Everything with Luca was so easy but so heavy. There was no way around it. I was falling for him.
Shit.
Pushing down the panic threatening to take over, I inhaled. The smell of us on him calmed me enough to keep me on the table and not running out the front door bare ass naked, but just barely.
I reached out with shaky hands for his belt, fumbling until he stopped me. Grabbing my chin, he forced me to look him in the eye. “Hey, it’s okay. We don’t have to do anything else. I’m happy just to hold you.”
Those words set a fire under my ass. I wanted this man. Launching at him through his hold, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my mouth attacking him with little to no finesse.
Luca didn’t seem to mind as he eased me back on the table, his hips pressing into mine. He rose and unbuckled his pants. Leaning up on my elbows, I watched him drop his trousers. There were noboxersunderneath.
Jesus Christ.
Without thinking about it, I sat up and took him in my hand. Luca’s groan spurred me on, and I placed kisses wherever my mouth could reach. His hips thrust into my hand, his fingers twisting in my hair. Part of me wanted to make him come like this, push him past the point of control until he was fucking my hand and coming all over me, but he had other ideas.
Jerking out of my hold, he reached down to his pants. When he pulled out the foil square, I laughed. “Didn’t think we’d make it through dinner?”
Shaking his head, he rolled on the condom. “I know us, Sasha.”
Luca stepped back between my legs, one hand gripping my hip, the other on the back of my neck. “And I know I always want to fuck you, and you’re always begging for it.”
My laugh became a strangled moan as he thrust into me. The stretch to accommodate him stung, but I was so wet it didn’t matter. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tilted my hips up,forcing him deeper.
“Sasha.” It was a plea that my hips answered with another slow movement.
“Luca, fucking move.”
He thrust into me. Hard, sure movements that hit me deeper than I thought possible. His hand tilted my neck up, trying to accommodate our height difference. The hand on my hip gripped me tightly, possessively, as his hips slapped into mine—every thrust building the tension in my belly.
Resting his forehead on mine, Luca stared deeply into my eyes. His hips drove into me harder, leaving me breathless.
“You feel so fucking amazing. I need you to come.”
I nodded, shutting my eyes to focus on how amazing he felt inside of me,but Luca’s hand squeezed the back of my neck,forcing me to look back at him.
“Eyes open, I need to see that beautiful green. I need to see you.”
My lips pulled into a smile. He was so fucking intense, but, surprisingly, I loved it.
Carefully, he laid me back, and his hand left my hip to squeeze my breast. I curled my fingers around the edge of the table to keep myself from sliding across the glossy table as he drove into me.
His mouth closed around my nipple, and he swirled his tongue and sucked hard. Arching my back into him, I cried out when he gently tugged with his teeth. He did the same to the other side until I was nearly yanking his hair out and squirming under him. All the while, he continued to move between my thighs like a man possessed.
Luca moved up my body until his tongue was fucking my mouth, owning me.I didn’t know how much more I could take. I was in sensory overload and desperate for a final push to release everything he’d built up.
Pulling away, he locked eyes with me as he sped up his thrusts. Luca moved one of my legs over his shoulder, and the position let him in even deeper.
One more deep, life-changing thrust and I fell over the edge. My vision got fuzzy, and I threw my head back onto the hard table with a loud thud. It didn’t matter. My whole body shook as I struggled to take a deep enough breath. Luca had officially ruined me in the best way.
Above me, Luca murmured my name like a prayer, his eyes unfocused but locked on my face. Each meeting of our hips punctuated with a rumble until his body tensed, and he came deep inside of me, letting out a deep groan.
His eyes momentarily shut like he was savoring the moment. I brushed his sweaty hair from his forehead, wanting to see his whole face. His lips tilted up, and he opened his eyes, taking my hand and kissing each finger. The gesture made my breath catch, and a more subtle warmth took hold of my chest.
I was fucked.