“It’s good to be the boss,” I said, pouring a glass for Luca and myself.
After a few drinks, Luca led me to the dance floor. The club had refilled, and the dance floor was packed, but a path cleared for us to the middle.
Luca pulled me to him, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You look beautiful.”
“Aw, you’re not so bad yourself.” I ran my hands over his broad shoulders. “I can’t believe it’s over.”
“Thanks to you.” He licked his lips, and an emotion flickered across his face that I didn’t recognize.
“What?” I brushed the overlong hair from his forehead, smiling at his glassy eyes and rosy cheeks from all the drinking.
“It might be fucked up, but I find it incredibly sexy that you can take care of yourself. That you—” He gave me a meaningful look. “You did that for me. No one’s ever done anything like that for me. Fuck, you did what my family failed to do.”
“And I’d do it again.” I nipped his bottom lip, and he groaned.
“Let’s get out of here.” Luca dragged me from the dance floor. I laughed obnoxiously and waved at our family and friends as we passed. When we got to the coat check, our coats were ready for us, but he didn’t give me a chance to put it on.
No.
Luca pulled me out into the frosty night air before shoving me into our waiting town car. He slid in behind me, said a terse, “Home,” and his lips crashed into mine as the partition went up and the driver pulled onto the street.
I shoved him back, climbed onto his lap, and claimed his mouth. Running my fingers through his thick, coarse hair, my heart stuttered.
Luca was with me. Everything we had fought for was finally ours.
The desire to consume him, to make him a part of me, was overwhelming.
He must have needed the same because his kisses became hungrier, his hands touching me everywhere.
I broke away from his mouth, sucking in a deep breath, the top of my head brushing the roof of the car. Every pass of Luca’s fingertips against my bare skin was electric, sending shivers down my spine. I came alive under his touch in a way I’d only ever felt with him.
Luca kissed down my neck as he kneaded my ass, pulling me down against his hard cock. I rocked against him, my head thrown back, giving him more skin to love.
His teeth grazed my pulse, and I moaned, my thighs tensing around his. He sucked the sensitive skin there, and I hoped he could feel how my heart raced for him, how he alone made it beat.
“Luca?” I rolled my head forward, my eyes meeting his. “I need you.”
He nodded, spreading my knees wider, his hand slipping under my dress. The warmth of his palm was sublime, and I pressed into it. Running his knuckles over me, I jumped when he passed over my clit. He did it again, and again, and again. The pressure was so light that I chased his fingers, hoping to create more friction.
“Hold this,” Luca said as he handed me the skirt of my dress. He pressed his thumb over my clit, his eyes looking up at me, watching my response.
Letting out a pleased sigh, I rocked against him, creating a pressure that wasn’t enough. The bright flavor of champagne lingered on his breath as I grazed my lips against his. Needing more, I brushed my tongue against his. The taste of him was more decadent than anything I’d ever consumed.
Luca pushed my panties aside, his fingers continuing to explore and caress me. He teased my entrance, and my body ached to be filled. No matter how much I moved, he kept playing with me, swallowing my frustrated moans.
Taking matters into my own hands, I leaned back and slid off his lap and onto the floor between his legs. Even in the spacious town car, my ass hit the divide between the front and back seats.
Luca smiled down at me, and as I undid his belt, he ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “You’re perfection.”
I licked my lips and pulled him from his pants, the sight of his erection making my mouth water. It had been months since I tasted him, owned him this way.
The pass of my tongue on the underside made his throat bob. Circling the head with my lips, I gently sucked, and Luca’s hips moved toward me.
He gathered up my mess of curls, balling them in his fist, creating a sting in my scalp. I took as much of him as I could, using my hand to work what my mouth couldn’t reach. Every dip down tugged my hair, making my eyes water. As I looked up into Luca’s half-lidded gaze, he wiped away a tear from my cheek and rasped out, “Touch yourself. I want you wet.”
I only had a few inches of legroom to spare, but I was able to slip a hand between my legs, touching myself in time with my hand on him. Spit slickened his shaft as I sucked his cock, my grip tightening as I stroked him with it. Luca gently thrust, his head falling back with a groan before he quickly yanked me off him by my hair, making me wince. “Turn around,” he panted, sitting a little straighter.
I gave him my back, and he pulled me onto his lap, putting my knees on the outside of his. He tugged the front of my dress open, my bra slipping to my waist with a pinch of pain. That was immediately forgotten when his hands cupped my breasts, kneading them until the tips of my breasts poked out between his fingers. With every squeeze, his knuckles pinched and rolled my nipples until I was writhing in his lap.