With one slap to my ass, Luca pulled back. “So,not like that?”
Gasping for air, I never stopped moving my hips. “Nope.”
He smiled as he stilled my hips. “Good.” He placed a kiss on my nose. “I’m so sorry, baby. I wasn’t thinking, and I hurt you. Never again.”
I nodded. “I felt so stupid,Luca. It confirmed every bad feeling I had about working together. Like I wasn’t good enough for the job.”
Luca’s fingers dug into my hips. “You are more than good enough. You’re fucking brilliant, Sasha. I’m sorry if for one minute I had you doubting that.”
Everything wasn’t okay, but I understood enough about Luca to know he meant what he said. “I’m still mad. Probably will be for a little while.”
He nodded, his hands releasing my hips to come and cup my cheeks. His thumbs brushed under my eyes before he took my lips in another sweet kiss. Pressing down on him, I rocked against his hardness. I wanted to forget the ugliness of the day, to let Luca use his power over me to take the pain away.
Eager to have him inside me, my fingers shook as they unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoning his pants and pulling out the bottom of his shirt, I rose up on my knees. Tearing my lips from his, I put all my focus on pulling his erection from his boxers.
Pushing my panties to the side, I slid down on his length, my body lighting up at the connection. Luca let out a strangled groan, his head falling back against the couch.His throat bobbed, begging to be kissed.
As much as I loved watching him come undone under me, I needed to see his face. I needed reassurance that he was mine.
“Look at me, Luca.” I demanded.
His head rolled forward, and his perfect brown eyes bore into me. I gasped, fingers curling into his chest. There it was. The love, the devotion, the want Luca had for me. His apology was in the way his red eyes traced my features in awe and wonder, and some of the hurt melted away.
Slowly, I moved up and down on his cock, feeling every inch, every ridge. His hips jerked up to meet mine, and I stopped.
“Don’t move.”
Luca panted, lowering himself back down,leaving only his tip inside.
Sliding back down, I rolled my hips at the bottom. My movements sped up as I came down harder and faster. My breath came out in huffs and moans. Luca’s eyes never left mine.
“Baby, I’m going to come.” Luca’s words were breathy as he gripped my body hard.
Clenching my walls, Luca tensed and released. Riding out his climax, he used his thumb to press on my clit as he thrust up from below. My orgasm came fast and hard, my whole body convulsing.Sweaty and panting, I fell into Luca’s body. Wrapped in the warm light of his desk lamp, a sense of peace settled over me. We kissed and murmured, “I love you,” neither in a hurry to separate.
When we finally stood up from the couch, we heard the elevator doors close.
TWELVE
Tzatziki spilled out of the gyro just as I thought I had a handle on the damn thing.
“Isn’t that the best gyro you’ve ever had?”
I tried to block out Scott’s continuous commentary and focus on the delicious bit of food I was wolfing down.
“Admit it, Red, you’re glad we had to stay late. If we didn’t have to make all these alterations, you’d never of gotten to try Athena’s.”
My eyes darted toward the blond doofus. Washing down the lamb and pita with a sip of water, I rolled my eyes.“Oh yeah, Scott. This is so much better than being home in my bed.” Shaking my head, I wiped my hands. “You’re just lucky Luca’s out of town. Otherwise, you’d be making these adjustments by yourself.” Scott laughed as I gathered up the takeout containers and trash.
“Only a few more details to peg down, and we’re done with this phase.”
I looked down at my watch and sighed. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get the hell out of here.”
“Ouch.” Scott threw a hand over his heart. “This is my home, my kingdom. Are you saying you don’t enjoy the fumes of my artisanal shop?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. The dude was a dork, but he wasn’t as bad as I’dinitially thought. When my carpenter fell through on some one-of-a-kind pieces, Scott talked local furniture hot shot AxelLapusaninto taking the project. With access to Axel’s genius hands,Scott and I made a few tweaks and changes to the pieces we had in mind. Those tweaks and changes are what led me to be sitting on the floor of Scott’s workspace, surrounded by swatches and notepads at 1 a.m. on a Friday night.
Shaking the cramp out of my leg, I tried to smooth my hopelessly wrinkled pencil skirt. “I think I’m starting to understand why you’re such a space cadet. I feel high off the paint and ink fumes.”