The need to touch him, to be touched by him.
We move together like no time has passed. Each touch erases a day of separation. Each kiss heals another wound.
In this moment, there are no secrets between us. No past to reckon with, no future to fear. Just Luca and Elena, finding each other again in the quiet of my kitchen.
His fingers brush over my nipples then pinch them. I moan as sensations course through my veins.
"God, I've missed touching you," he says.
My head falls back, exposing my throat to his hungry mouth, succumbing to his touch.
“I want to see you come.” His dark eyes lock on mine as his fingers unfasten the button of my jeans. His hand slides under my panties. “You’re so wet.” He removes his hand and sucks his fingers coated with my essence. He groans, closing his eyes like he’s savoring the taste of me.
Then his fingers are on me again, circling my clit. It feels so good and it’s been so long that I’m almost immediately on the edge of coming.
The pressure builds, coiling tight at my center. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, though I don’t know why. It’s not like anyone can hear us.
He shakes his head. "I want to hear you." His fingers work their magic as his other hand kneads my breast, his thumb brushing across my aching nipple.
That’s all it takes.
Pleasure rocks through me.
My body trembles against his, held upright only by his strength and the counter at my back.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice rough with need.
His lips find mine again, gentle now. "That's just the beginning.” It sounds like a promise, not just for more pleasure but for us. If only it were true.
LUCA
Elena's body trembles, her breath coming in short gasps.
I didn't come here expecting this. Dinner, conversation, maybe some answers about her father, that was the plan.
Not having her melt against me like the years between us never happened. But I’m not complaining.
All I’ve wanted for the last seven years is to regain what we lost.
How many nights did I spend trying to forget this? Forget her sweet scent.
The sound she makes when she comes undone.
Wondering if she ever thought of me. And now she's here, pressed against me, her body remembering mine even as her mind seems determined to keep us apart.
"Elena."
Her eyes flutter open, dark with desire but clouded with uncertainty.
Unable to lose this moment, I kiss her again, deeper this time.
I probably should be seeking answers about her father, about why she’s so afraid, about her children, but right now, with her body warm and pliant against mine, those questions recede.
My hands slide lower, cupping her ass, lifting her slightly. "Let me take you to bed. Let me show you what I've been missing."
She hesitates, that shadow crossing her face again. I can almost see the war behind her eyes, desire versus caution, the past versus whatever she fears in the future.
"Just tonight.”
