“Do we know you?” she asks, tilting her head.
His grin widens as he settles into the seat across from us, one arm extended casually along the back of the booth. “Not yet. But you will.”
And just like that, my pulse kicks up another notch.
I glance over at Anabel. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted just enough to make my brain short-circuit.
Oh. Oh.
She’s into him. And I’m…not jealous. Not even a little. Because I’m into him, too. A vivid image of Anabel riding this man flashes through my brain and my cock thickens.
That’s probably a little fucked up, given the amount of pining I do over her. But the cock wants what it wants, I guess.
“Um, I’m Anabel,” she says, pointing at herself. “And this is my friend Cole.”
The man nods, grinning. “Luca Valentino. Although some call me Cupid.”
I blink at him. Anabel does the same. My brain stutters, trying to process what he just said.
“You’re…Cupid,” I say, and I can’t keep the skepticism out of my voice. “Right. Sure.” This guy is either batshit crazy or some kind of scam artist who targets tourists. Maybe both.
He smirks, like he can read my thoughts. “I can see you don’t believe me. Perhaps a little demonstration?”
Before I can react, he lifts his hand and snaps his fingers.
Tiny, glowing hearts rise from our wine glasses, floating in the air like embers from a fire caught on a breeze. They drift toward us, and I watch, dumbfounded, as they land on my arm. Anabel gasps as one touches her wrist, and then—
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
Heat blooms across my forearm, spreading through my body like wildfire. My cock goes rock hard in an instant. I grip the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white, as a wave of dizzying arousal crashes over me.
Beside me, Anabel whimpers. Her thighs press together, her hips shifting restlessly in the booth. Her cheeks are flushed, herlips parted, and I can the outline of her nipples pressed against her shirt.
She looks so fucking delicious right now that I almost come in my pants.
I’m painfully hard, my erection straining against my zipper, and I know there’s no way to hide it. My brain is short-circuiting, my body on fire with need. Anabel glances down at my obvious erection and whimpers again, biting her lip. My cock jumps and pulses in response, my balls pulled up tight and aching for release.
Luca watches us, his amber eyes dark with hungry amusement. “Were you expecting a diaper-wearing little cherub who goes around shooting arrows?” he asks, his voice low and teasing. “Sorry to disappoint.”
His gaze flicks between us, lingering on the way Anabel squirms in her seat, the way my fingers dig into the table. He licks his lips as he takes us in, and I swear I can feel the heat of his stare like a physical touch.
Anabel lets out a soft, needy sound, and my cock throbs in response. I shift in my seat, trying to ease the pressure, but it’s no use. I’m aching, desperate, and I have no idea what the hell is happening.
Luca leans back in the booth, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his shirt, and watches us with those molten amber eyes.
He smirks, slow and knowing. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a sexy rumble. “So fucking beautiful, especially when you’re turned on.”
Anabel whimpers beside me, her thighs pressing together. Her fingers twist in the fabric of her skirt, her breath coming in soft, needy little gasps. I can see the flush creeping up her neck, the way her nipples press against the thin fabric of her top. She’sso fucking gorgeous like this, all flushed and trembling, and I want to touch her so badly it hurts.
Luca’s gaze locks onto her, and his smile turns softer, almost reverent. “Anabel,” he says, his voice like honey. “You’re stunning. So soft. So warm. No wonder Cole can’t take his eyes off you.”
Her head whips around, her blue eyes wide and startled. She stares at me, her lips parted, and I can see the question in her gaze. Does he mean it? Do you really want me?
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. I want to tell her yes, of course I do, but the words stick in my throat. Apparently being painfully aroused hasn’t made me any more brave. But it doesn’t matter, because Luca doesn’t give me the chance to speak, anyway.
His gaze shifts to me, and his smirk deepens. “And you, Cole,” he says, his voice dropping even lower. “Fuck, look at you. So hard. So desperate.” He gestures at the obvious bulge in my pants, and I feel my face burn. “Anabel wants you just as much as you want her. Can’t you see it?”
