“You better.” It was shameful how quickly I forgave him, how my body demanded compliance.Quickly, I unbuttoned his shirt, tearing it from his body. I brushed my hands down his toned torso. My man had his shit together. His abs flexed under my fingertips, making my hands tremble with anticipation. When my eyes made it back to his face,hewas staring at me with pure hunger. “Pants off.”
Luca didn’t have to be told twice and dropped his pants and boxer briefs.
Shimmying, I wiggled out of my underwear. I hiked up my dress, spreading my legs, showing him exactly how much I had missed him. Running my fingers through my folds, I wasn’t surprised at how wet I was.
Luca’s pupils dilated as he stepped into my space. This time, I grabbed him by the back of the head and brought him down to me. I bit his bottom lip hard enough to earn me with a grunt.
Luca’s hands gripped my hips as he entered me in one powerful thrust. I yelped, the stretch causing minor discomfort, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. Wrapping my legs around him, I urged him on. His thrusts came wild and fast, just like his heartbeat under my palm.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, pushing him back so I could look at him. His black waves a mess, lips red and swollen, and his hooded brown eyes locked on our joined bodies created a vision that pushed me closer to my climax.
“Fuck Sasha, you’re so fucking perfect.” He thrust faster and harder as I held on for dear life.
My walls began to pulse, my whole body shaking. “I love you, Luca.”
Smiling, Luca pulled my face to his, kissing me while his hips slapped against mine,pushing me over the edge.
White flashes behind my tightly closed eyelids accompanied my shaking limbs as my climax peaked. Moaning intomymouth, Luca thrust a few more times, his body slumping against me as he came.
I brushed the sweaty hair from his forehead as he kissed my neck and collarbone. His attention became more persistent, and just as my bodyreadiedfor round two, Luca’s stomach growled. Laughing, I shoved his shoulder toward the saran-wrapped plate.
As he slid out of me, I flinched—the hazards of a good time.
Easing down from the counter, I grabbed his boxers and cleaned myself up a bit. When I looked at Luca, he was already digging into his plate of food.“Hey! Warm that up!”
Luca glanced up. “Baby, this is delicious.”
“It’s betterwarm,” I grumbled.
He smirked. “No offense, but I don’t want to spend the time warming this up when I could be between your legs instead.After the next round, I promiseI’ll warm up that helping.”
“Well,as long as you promise.” I smiled, and I stole a bite of mashed potatoes.
ELEVEN
When Luca asked me to put in a bid for the new Moretti condominium contract, I immediately said no. Working together sounded like a sure-fire way to kill our already limited personal time. I knew Luca, and there was no way work wouldn’t come home with us.
After a couple of weeks of back and forth bartering and a trip to the property, I gave in.
What a fucking mistake.
I searched high and low for the perfect fabric to upholster the chairs that would sit in the lobby. It was apparent that I had to go custom, and because the universe had a sick sense of humor, Luca loved the designs of Scott Adams.
Months before, I swore never to use the irresponsible asshole again. After consuming all the dark chocolate in my candy dish, I made a note to tell Miranda to refill it and dialed Adams.
“Adams Custom Design, Scott speaking.”
“Scott? It’s Sasha.” My voice came out flat.
“Really?”
Huffing out a sigh, I said, “Yes, really.”
“What happened to you never working with an unprofessional taint like me again?”
“I have a new contract, and you’re the only one I know that can create the upscale look I need.”
“I see. Well, I want an apology.” I could hear a smile in the fucker’s voice.