There was no way I was going to let him screw me into submission then turn and walk out the door. I don’t know what sort of selfish, narcissistic skanks he usually took to bed, but I wasn’t one of them.
“No!” I stated firmly.
Climbing to my feet on jelly legs wasn’t easy, but there was no way I was letting Luca leave. Not like this anyway.
“No?” Luca seemed confused. Or hypnotised by my boobs. Both were a very real possibility.
“Listen to me, Luca Conti, and listen good. Get your pants off and get in my bed. Now.” I wasn’t sure where this bossy bitch version of me had come from, but I kind of liked her.
“Elise…”
I’d had enough of his stalling. Taking matters into my own hands, literally, I threw myself at him, hoping he’d catch me. Luca didn’t disappoint. I don’t think disappointing people was in his DNA. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pushed my tongue down his throat as my fingernails dug into his shoulders.
Hearing the feral groan rip from his throat, I knew his argument had died. Winning though wasn’t enough. Not tonight. I may have already sung Luca’s praises once tonight, but now I’d had a taste, I wanted it all. As I fell onto the mattress, Luca’s weight came down on top of me, our lips locked together. I don’t know who was grinding on who; it was probably me chasing another big O like the desperate hussy he was turning me into, but I saw in his face the exact moment that all thoughts of leaving left Luca’s mind.
When he climbed off me and ditched the pants, I leaned over and grabbed a condom. I wasn’t giving him a chance to run. Not when I could already feel my whole body, from my head to my toes, tingling.
Thirty minutes later, three more orgasms for me, and one for Luca, I was done. Every muscle in my body was like jelly, and I was barely able to keep my eyes open. He’d quite literally fucked me into submission. Lying beside him with my head on his chest and his arm wrapped around me, I was loving the way his huge hand rested on my arse while we snuggled. The last guy I’d gotten naked with hated snuggling and climbed out of bed as soon as he, not we, was done.
“I should probably head out now. You’ve got school tomorrow,” Luca suggested, twirling a strand of my hair around his fingers.
“Is that what you want?” I asked with a yawn.
“Fuck no.”
“Well then, stop talking crap and go to sleep. We can argue about everything else in the morning.”
“You sure?”
“Luca, shut up. Kiss me good night and go to sleep.”
“Yes, Miss McCoy,” he taunted before kissing me, leaving me breathless and bewildered.
“Wow!” I exclaimed, burrowing my head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. He was real and he was here.
“Good night, Elise.”
The last thing I remembered as I drifted off was the soft kiss he placed on my temple.
***
I wasn’t a morning person. I was the type of person who couldn’t function without a hot shower and coffee pumping through my veins. It was funny how that all changed when you woke up wrapped in a hot, hard body. Seeing Luca lying there made getting out of bed challenging but for a completely different reason.
“Stop staring at me,” he rumbled, his eyes still closed.
“Go back to sleep,” I told him, grabbing his shirt from the floor and tugging it over my head. I might have been headed straight for the shower, but the last thing I wanted was to have Luca see my naked butt scooting across the room. Not first thing in the morning.
“I’ve gotta get moving.”
“Oh.”
“Go have your shower, and I’ll make coffee,” Luca instructed, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, causing the sheet to drop and show off those delicious abs I could barely keep my hands off.
“You’re my hero.”
After a quick shower, I got dressed, straightened my hair and did my makeup before stepping into the kitchen to find breakfast already plated up on the bench.
“Where’d this come from?” I asked as Luca handed me a fork.
