His breath turns primal. My body separates from my mind, overwhelmed by every wave.
“Luca…” I whimper when he flips me and grabs my hips with that commanding grip.
“Always loved you like this—on all fours, so open, so mine.”
His thrusts are forceful yet attentive. My whole body reacts. The orgasm hits me like a truck. He quickens. “Jesus, lamb… you’re squeezing the life outta me.”
My eyes shut tight. My toes curl.
Then he stops—shuddering—emptying into me as his mind floats somewhere else.
We collapse.
His fingertips graze my spine, over and over, while my head rests on his chest, fingers drifting lazily through his chest hair.
“Tell me what happened all these years,” I whisper, eyes closed.
“You’re falling asleep, lamb.” He chuckles.
“I’m not,” I murmur. Relaxed, but alert.
“Well, I went to college, interned in New York, Silas helped a lot… then Dad gave me the Miami branch.”
I lift my head and shoot him a look. He just grins and brushes my hair behind my ear. “Life is more than business. Tell me who you met, what you learned, what made you feel something… that stuff.” I lie across his stomach.
He looks down at me, tenderness softening his face. “Fine. I got into jiu-jitsu after reading about it. Hired a trainer. Daily classes.”
“You already told me that.”
“Then I don’t know, Em. Not much happened.”
“Girlfriends?”
“No.” His eyes dim. Fingers tangled in my hair. “I tried. God, I tried. But I was drowning in darkness. I couldn’t connect with anyone.” He exhales through his nose. “You?”
“Girlfriends? No. Haven’t tried the other side yet, but who knows?” I grin wickedly.
“Don’t get smart.” He tugs my hair gently.
We laugh until I straddle him, hands braced on his pillow.
“I dated this painter once. He called me his ‘muse.’”
Luca groans, rolling his eyes.
“He called all his girlfriends that.”
He scowls. “He wasn’t faithful?”
“No. Caught him with a student.”
Luca’s grip tightens on my hips. “I’m sorry you went through that.”
I lean in and kiss him. But when I try to pull away, he grabs the back of my neck and deepens it. Suddenly, he’s on top of me again. Between my legs. Taking over.
“Don’t waste yourself on anyone else,” he growls, each thrust punctuating his words.
My breath stutters, nails digging into his skin. “I won’t… only you.”
