“Okay, okay. I was. But I’ll stop.”
“Thank you.” Luca tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear, and my knees almost buckled.
“Elise, I don’t know what guys you’ve known in your past, but I’m not them. I don’t play games, well other than the ones with balls…” I snorted. That was some funny shit. “Shit that sounded so wrong. Anyway, I’m not a cheat. I don’t date multiple women at once. I’m not that guy. So, if we’re doing this, if we’re trying to figure out what this is between us, then I’m one hundred and ten percent in.”
“Ah. Okay then. So, dinner?” This conversation was way too heavy on an empty stomach.
“I promise I’ll feed you in a minute, I just want to clear this up first.” I gulped. I didn’t want him to clear anything up. I just wanted him to give me a bag of hot chips smothered in tomato sauce and pretend this conversation never happened. “I have five games left to play. Three of them are away games. That means trips away, hotels, and since I’m retiring, I’m guessing drinks with the boys. That’s part of my life, for the next five weeks anyway. But I am promising you right here and now, I won’t do anything to give you a reason to ever doubt me.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted, completely overwhelmed.
“You don’t have to say anything. Just wanted to make sure you knew where I stand.”
“Thank you.”
“Right, let’s get you some food.”
Chapter Seventeen – Luca
I was sick. A sick, sick man. Watching Elise devour chip on a stick was the biggest turn-on ever. The way her eyes lit up when she realised dinner was being served out of one of the food trucks, was like all her Christmases had come at once.
Chip on a stick, a bucket of fairy floss, and a couple of raspberry slushies later, and I was ready to kick off my shoes and relax. Based on the way Elise was moaning and groaning, she wasn’t far behind.
“How was your dinner?”
“Not what I was expecting,” she admitted, licking her fingers in a way that had me imagining her licking other things.
Noticing the way she shivered, I suggested we get out of there. Elise quickly agreed, moving towards me and wrapping her arm around my waist. I’ll admit having her be the one to make the first move was good for my ego. Maybe I was reading too much into it, or maybe it was just a bit of wishful thinking, I was starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, she was in this as much as I was. Even if she hadn’t said the words.
After slipping Mario some cash and thanking him for opening up his truck tonight, we headed towards the car, making it just in time before the heavens opened and the rain came. Driving slowly, I convinced myself it was because of the slippery roads and not because I wasn’t ready to call it a night.
When I pulled the car to a stop out the front of Elise’s building, she invited me upstairs, and I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough. Following her inside, my heart was beating out of my chest while I tried to recount soccer stats to calm all the excited parts of me. Even the icy cold rain shower I’d copped on the way to the door wasn’t able to douse my excitement.
“Come on in,” she invited, dropping her bag and keys on the table just inside the door.
While Elise fussed, I looked around. It was neat and homely. Her couch was covered in colourful throw pillows, there were photo frames and knick-knacks lined up along windowsills, and there was a massive bowl of fruit on the end of the counter.
“Want a drink?” Elise called out from in the kitchen.
“Just water thanks.”
Elise handed me the bottle, and when our fingers touched, I felt a zing race through my body. Like the possessed man I was, I grabbed her wrist and hauled her into my lap. I didn’t want to let go. After the squawk of shock that escaped from her, Elise settled her denim-clad arse right over my thickening cock. I knew I was acting like a Neanderthal but there was absolutely nothing in this world I could do to stop it. I didn’t even want to try.
“Luca.” My name fell breathlessly from her perfect, pink pouty lips. I slammed my mouth down over hers.
If Elise was slow on the uptake, she was now fully onboard. When her lips parted, my tongue snaked in, duelling with hers. She squirmed in my lap. I knew I was completely and utterly fucked. This girl owned me. She might not know it yet. She might not be ready for it, but it was undoubtable. Elise McCoy had me by the balls, and I’d never been so excited for the adventure.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging roughly at the roots, the pain instantly turning pleasurable as she rubbed her hot centre against me. Not going to be the one holding back, my hands were everywhere. Cupping her arse, holding her head, splayed across her back, holding her to me. With every wriggle, she grew more and more ravenous. And when she pressed her herself down against me, there was absolutely no way she could’ve missed my aching cock, which was now a steel beam beneath her perky butt.
As I squeezed her arse, she lifted her lips from mine. Her hands found my shoulders and when she rocked back, putting a gap between us, a gap I was less than ecstatic about, I held my breath.
Waiting for the inevitable rejection that was surely coming, the ‘we need to slow down’ speech, or even the ‘I’m not that type of girl’ speech, I felt like I’d been kicked in the nuts. So, when Elise lifted herself off me, I was already mentally running for the door. I’d go home, lick my wounds, and try to figure out how everything had gone from awesome to fucked-up in zero point one seconds.
Peeling her own shirt off, she threw it away before climbing back into my lap, straddling me. I almost passed out with relief as I stared at her lace covered tits. “Are you sure?” I spluttered.
I was almost one hundred percent positive there was no blood left in my head. It’d all migrated on a one-way trip south and was the reason my cock was pressing painfully against my zipper. Instead of answering, Elise’s fingers found the too-long hair at the nape of my neck and pulled me towards her, stealing control and the desperate, dirty kiss she wanted. Damn, this woman could kiss. I couldn’t wait to strip her down and listen to her scream my name as she fell apart on my tongue.
Without deliberately doing it, my hands found her boobs and cupped them. Almost as if it was her hot button, the more I squeezed, the faster she rocked back and forth on my now painful and eager cock. When she moaned for more, I slipped my hands under her shirt and pinched her pointed nipples through their lace cage. A cage that was barely containing them as she mewled.
