“You… want reminders of me at work?” The question is whisper-soft, hope rising in his voice.
“Yes, baby.” I reach across the table, holding my hand out, and Luca glances at it before placing his in mine. “I want all the reminders of you.”
He stares at our combined hands for a second, then his lips curl up. “Okay. I’ll start packing you a lunch then. Or, I guess, a few of them. Meals. I’ll start packing youmeals.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Sounds perfect to me.”
Luca squeezes my hand, then removes his, picking up his fork and taking another bite.
When we’re finished with our meal, I’m so happy I could almost burst with it. Luca tries to clear the table, but I stop him. “Let me?” He’s giving it real thought, nibbling on his lower lip. I can tell it’s important to him, but I don’t want him to think it has to be all on him. “What was Ma’s rule?”
“Fine,” he grumbles with an eye roll. “You win.”
He drops the plate back onto the table, and I pick it up, smiling to myself as I take them both into the kitchen. Ma’s rules were simple. If you cooked, you don’t clear the table or do the dishes.
Luca’s still sitting on the floor when I make my way back into the living room. I step up beside him, and when he looks up at me, I hold a hand out. “Dance with me?”
“There’s no music.”
I shrug. “So we’ll make our own.”
His bright laughter makes me smile. “You gonna serenade me again?”
“You gonna let me?”
He eyes me for a second, then places his hand in mine, letting me pull him to his feet. I move us away from the coffee table. “Wait just a second.”
After turning off the lights, I lead him over to where the fireplace is. The flames are casting a red and orange glow on his gorgeous face, and I can’t resist leaning in to steal a quick kiss.
Looping an arm around his waist, I haul him closer, tucking his body against mine. His head finds my chest, and he wraps an arm around my shoulder, then takes my free hand with his.
Our bodies move slowly, but like he said, there’s no music. I did promise to make us some, though.
I close my eyes, soaking in the feel of him in my arms, and start singing the words toI Can Love You Like That.
I keep my voice low, damn near whispering the words in his ear as we sway gently back and forth, the firelight our only other companion. He giggles when I change the words from “move heaven and earth if you were my girl” to “move heaven and earth if you were my boy.”
I smile, continuing to sing to him as we rock back and forth. He sighs, his body going loose as he lets me spin him around the living room. There’s no real rhyme or reason to the dance moves, but I’m enjoying the hell out of it anyway. In fact, I love it. So fucking much.
I’m halfway through my third song when Luca sighs. I stop singing. “You okay?”
He nods. “Will you take me to bed?”
“Are you tired?” I ask softly.
Our dancing comes to a halt as he blinks up at me with wide pupils. His tongue comes out to swipe his bottom lip. “No.”
Oh.“Okay.” I nod. “Yeah, I’ll take you to bed.”
Luca tightens his grip on my hand, leading me from the living room and into our bedroom. He backs up close to the bed, locking eyes with me as he slowly works his clothing off his body, leaving them in a pile at his feet.
His cock is hard, jutting up toward his stomach, and I’m not really sure how I missed that in the living room. Fuck, he’s so gorgeous.
I strip down, then walk to him and urge him onto the bed. Covering his body with my own, I worship him the same way I do every time I’m afforded this opportunity. Kissing his throat, dragging my tongue along his collarbones, sucking on his nipples until he’s crying out and arching against me.
I go lower, wrapping my lips around the leaking head of his cock and slipping my tongue under his sensitive crown.
Fingers tangle in my hair, pulling until I realize that Luca’s trying to get me back up to him. I oblige, sinking against his body and settling my lips on his.
