“I could watch you every morning and every evening, as easily as the sun rising and setting.”
I nudge him with my shoulder.“Does that line work on all the girls?”I ask.
Luca smiles and shrugs.“Don’t know, I’ve never tried it on anyone else.”One hand remains on my cheek, his touch like a sizzle of electricity, the hum vibrating through me as he caresses my skin.His other hand slides down to my hip, the pads of his fingers soft and firm as he grazes my hip with his touch.“Believe it or not, Harper, I’m not the player you think I am.”
His gaze stares into me, and I feel the air stolen from my lungs.
I don’t know what to say.
“I haven’t so much as thought about anyone since I met you,” he whispers and presses a soft, chaste kiss to the corner of my lips.
I lean forward, my breath heavy, my lips parting, wanting to kiss him.
But he seems to have other ideas.
“That can’t be true,” I whisper, trying to think back to the girls who come up to him in class and in the hallway.Has he flirted with any of them back?
“I swear it is; even Ashton knows I’ve been celibate this year.I haven’t brought another girl into my room.”
A smile crosses my face.“Except for Nova,” I say, reminding him of that time they threw a house party and I caught the two of them coming downstairs together.
“She doesn’t count.She’s a sister to me, you know that,” Luca says and stares at me, making sure I realize that he’s been honest with me, and perhaps even vulnerable.
“I see it now,” I say and scrunch my nose up at him.“No more talking about your sister tonight.”
“Fine with me.”He closes the distance, his breath mingling with mine as he takes his time, kissing me softly and slowly on my nose, my cheek, and then my chin.
“Oh my gosh, will you just kiss me already?”I grumble and lean up on my tiptoes to crash my mouth onto his.
The man knows how to tease a girl.He probably gets off on it, making me squirm, all anxious and waiting for him.
He chuckles softly and pulls back, enough to stare into my gaze as both hands wrap around my hips.“I’m going to have to teach you some patience,” he chides proudly, before letting his lips hover just above mine.
His fingers dance softly and aimlessly over my hips, inching the sweatshirt of his up just slightly so his touch is over bare skin.
I lean into him, craving more as he teases me endlessly, and it seems we’re only getting started.
“I don’t need patience,” I mutter and lean in for the kill, or rather, kiss, in this case.
He pulls his back slightly out of reach, a smug look on his face.His hands still tease my hips, keeping my lower half firm against him, his touch tantalizing as his fingers skim the waistband of the sweatpants that I’m wearing.
“But I think you do,” Luca says with conviction.There’s a twinkle in his gray eyes.But behind those eyes, there’s something darker lingering, heavier, fueled with want and need.“Your body is begging for me, but until your lips do the same, you’re not ready for me.”
My mouth drops, shocked.
And it’s that surprise that lands his mouth on mine with a searing kiss, his tongue pushing past my lips, and I pull him closer, tighter, deeper.
Already, I crave more, but he seems to have other intentions as he breaks apart the kiss.
I’m gasping for breath, the room sweltering, and while his cheeks have a faint rosy hue, he seems otherwise calm, like he’s just getting started on his brand of sweet torture.
“Did I leave you speechless?”He’s teasing me, and the man could easily kill me and I’d gladly fall into my own grave for him.
“I’m not going to beg for anything, ever,” I say, my eyes narrowing.
As hot as Luca is, he will never see me beg.
Ever.
