“It’s almost midnight,” He mumbled against my ear. “Let me go get the champagne.”
I turned my head, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Hurry back.”
When he stepped away, I instantly missed the heat of his body, the feel of him holding me.
“Here we are, and—” Luca set the champagne flutes down, then turned off the music and turned on the tv for the countdown. With a grin, he said, “So we’re celebrating on time.” He tossed the remote and joined me behind the couch.
“10,” the crowd downtown cheered.
Luca pulled me into him.
“9.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, staring into his dark brown eyes.
“8.” The crowd was getting louder.
Luca tucked a loose curl behind my ear, his touch warm against my cheek.
“7.”
“Beautiful,” he muttered as he cupped my jaw, his thumb ghosting over my bottom lip.
“6.”
I caught the tip of his thumb between my teeth, flicking my tongue against it.
“5.”
His eyes rose from my lips and met mine, an intensity there that made my breathing stutter.
“4.” The crowd was getting more enthusiastic by the second.
My lips parted, and Luca’s hand fell from my mouth.
“3,” Luca said along with the partygoers as he ran a finger over the neckline of my wedding dress.
“2,” I said, tilting my chin up to bring our mouths closer together.
“1,” Luca breathed against my lips, claiming them as the sound of horns and fireworks filled the room.
The gentle way he held me was nothing like the harshness of his kiss. I melted into him, letting his body hold me up while Luca took and took from me. My lungs burned for air, but there was no way in hell I was breaking the connection. I needed Luca more than I needed to breathe.
Backing us up until my back hit the cool wall, Luca got as close as my dress would allow. He slid a hand between us and let out a frustrated groan when the fabric didn’t allow him access. His hands went around, roughly grabbing my ass and thrusting into me.
Tearing his mouth from mine, he kissed over to my ear. “Let’s get you out of this dress.” Luca grabbed my hips and spun me until I was squished against the wall, my tits lodged in my throat. His hands roamed my body before landing on the small buttons with a curse.
I let out a breathy laugh, and Luca grinded his hips against my ass, his cock sliding between my cheeks. Cupping my breasts, he pulled me back from the wall and tortured me through my clothes. “What’s funny?” he rasped in my ear, his voice dangerous and low as he moved my body as he saw fit.
“N-nothing.” I moaned loudly when I was forced back to the wall, Luca still winding his hips against me.
The fabric of my dress started to loosen as he undid the buttons. When the back was open, Luca turned me around, his mouth finding mine as he yanked my dress down until it was a pile at my feet.
Resting his hands on my hips, he moved back, his eyes scanning down my body. “Is this what you were wearing?”
I nodded, trying to unbutton as much of his shirt as I could before he stopped me.
“I’m going to kill Bennington for making me miss our wedding night.”