“The way it should be,” Hunter added smugly.
“It’s not like that,” I began, trying to undo the sad look that crept across Luca’s face. “My kids like AFL. I like AFL… Soccer is…”
“Boring?” Hunter offered.
“Awesome?” Luca countered.
“For old men,” I finished.
My stomach growled loudly. I guess the coffee and muesli bar wasn’t enough.
“Have you eaten?”
“Yeah…”
“Sure you did. You guys staying for dinner?” Luca asked, turning to his sister.
“Nah. We better get Phoebe home.” Sienna climbed to her feet and started to pick up the toys strewn around the room.
Twenty minutes and two tantrums later, Phoebe had crawled into her car seat, insisting she could do it herself. She couldn’t, but it seemed letting her try for five minutes was easier than arguing.
Dinner arrived, and I inhaled more than I should’ve. I knew I was hungry, but I didn’t know how hungry I was until I started eating. I was an embarrassing pig, and when a burp escaped, I wanted to run out the door. Luca wasn’t about to let that happen though. Picking up my feet, he pulled them into his lap and started massaging. With a low groan, I tilted my head back. I wasn’t sure life could get much better than this.
“Like that?”
I think my eyes rolled back in my head. “You have seriously talented hands, Luca Conti.”
“It’s not just my hands.”
“Now you’re just boasting.”
“Need me to prove it to you?” Luca taunted.
Like I could turn that offer down. Climbing into his lap, I straddled him, cupped his cheeks and kissed him. For a minute, Luca let me control the kiss, but when I pressed down against him, grinding my needy core against his hardening bulge, all bets were off. With a growl, he took over, winding his hand through my hair and changing the angle before plunging his tongue down my throat.
When he grabbed my boob through my hoodie, squeezing it harder than ever, he had me seeing stars and abandoning all sense of reason. Freeing my hands, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and dragged it up over my head, tossing it behind me. Luca didn’t waste a second. His hands wandered to my hips in the same moment he wrapped his lips around my nipple. When he started laving it with his tongue, I realised he’d proven his point. It wasn’t just his hands that were talented, his tongue was pretty damn magical too.
He worked me into a frenzy.
I was horny.
I was desperate.
If Luca didn’t finish this right fucking now, I was going to be forced to take care of it myself. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Grinding down against him, I searched for the friction I desperately needed.
“I need…”
“What do you need? Elise, say it and it’s yours,” Luca growled against my neck before he nipped at my ear lobe.
“I need…”
His hands were massaging my boobs and tweaking my nipples. I was so fucking close. I just needed…
“I need…”
“Tell me.”
