Luca’s face was red as his hands flailed. I shoved his shirt down his arms before pulling his undershirt over his head. “Why don’t you wait to hear from Marco before signing his death warrant?”
“You could’ve died.” His hands framed my face, the rough pads of his thumbs caressing my cheeks. The intensity in his dark brown eyes made my heart race.
“Those gunshots were nowhere near me. I was fine.”
He slid his fingers into my hair, tilting my face up. “Stop trying to make me feel better.”
“Stop blowing things out of proportion.”
His eyes dipped to my lips, and he shook his head. “You still don’t get it.” His fingers tightened in my hair, making my scalp tingle. “You are my fucking life.” He swallowed and licked his lips. “Anyone who tries to take you from me will fucking die. Family included. You’re it, Sasha. You’re my everything.”
My bottom lip trembled, and I curled my hands around his forearms. “Wow.”
Luca snorted. “Wow?”
“Yeah, wow.” I leapt at him, my lips crashing into his with no finesse. He groaned into my mouth, one of his hands moving down my back and gripping my ass. I hooked my fingers in the waist of his pants, blindly feeling for the belt buckle.
Luca broke away, his eyes wild as he searched my body. “Where’s the fucking zipper?” he asked as his hands ran over my body. I lifted my arm, and he let out a puff of air. His big fingers fumbled with the tiny tab. “Fuck.”
“Let me.”
The zipper snagged. “Of course,” I grumbled. Giving up on the zipper, I grabbed the hem and lifted the skirt up. The bodice wouldn’t budge over my chest. “Well, this is just ridiculous.” I dropped the fabric, and it bunched around my bust. “I’ve been stuck in clothes before, but this—this is ridiculous.”
I jumped when his thumbs brushed where the waist was wedged under my bra. “I can work with this.” He kneeled before me, his hands spreading across my soft stomach as he placed a kiss under my belly button. “Sit.”
Luca guided my hips back until I was perched on the edge of the mattress. His head disappeared under my cotton skirt as he slid my panties down. I jumped when his lips touched the inside of my thigh. My knees knocked into his ear, and he fell backward on his ass.
“Sorry.” I held back a laugh.
Luca leaned back on his hands, his eyes assessing me like I was one of his little cooking experiments. Standing, he unbuckled his belt, toeing off his shoes. “Alright.” He kicked off his pants and tugged his socks off.
The afternoon light streamed through the gauzy curtains, making Luca’s skin take on a golden glow. His muscles flexed as my gaze followed the lines of his tall frame, from the dusting of black hair on his chest where “Sasha” was tatted, down to where his cock twitched under my attention. Even after all this time, he was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. “Come here.”
Luca obeyed, closing the distance between us in two steps, his lips slanting over mine as we fell back on the bed. I ran my hands down his back, greedily touching every bit of exposed skin. Grabbing his ass, I pulled him closer, his hard cock rubbing between us. He groaned into my mouth, more of his delicious weight settling on top of me.
“I love you, Sasha.” He murmured against my lips.
I opened my eyes, looking right into his warm brown gaze. “I love you.”
“I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t.” I tilted my hips up. “Now, show me how much you love me.”
A hint of a smile played on his lips as he brushed the hair from my face. His hand disappeared under the rumpled cotton between us and dragged the head of his cock down my slit before nudging inside. Slowly, he rocked back and forth until he slid completely inside.
We both groaned, and I arched into him. Nothing ever felt as right as Luca and me together.
Luca set a slow and steady pace, his thumb brushing my clit while he peppered kisses down my neck. He yanked the neck of my dress down, making the straps dig into my shoulder, creating a pinch that curled me toward him. His mouth circled my nipple, his teeth gently tugging while his tongue teased the stiff peak. I fisted the hair at the back of his head, unsure whether I wanted to pull him away or keep him right where he was—teasing the ever-loving hell out of me.
“Luca,” I whined, rotating my hips as much as his weight would allow.
He pushed up on his hands, creating space between our bodies, and my skirt fell on my face. Chuckling, he twisted the loose fabric in his hand and pinned it next to my body. With one arm trapped, I used my other hand to drag my nails down his chest and abs until I reached where he moved in and out of me. Luca’s eyes followed my fingers as they brushed his cock as it disappeared inside me, circling my clit until my pussy fluttered around him.
His jaw tensed as his gaze moved up my body, his hand following as he palmed my jiggling belly with reverence. A shiver went through my body, goosebumps prickling in his hands' path. Cupping my breast, he roughly squeezed as his thrusts came harder. He raised a knee to the bed, hitting me at a new angle, tearing a scream from me.
I turned my head, trying to cover my mouth.
“Don’t,” Luca demanded, grabbing my jaw, so I had no choice but to look at him. He studied my face, drinking in my response to each snap of his hips. There was no holding back. I moaned and groaned, my eyes watering as he worked my body as only he knew how.