“It’s distracting, and what I really, really want to do right now is focus on you, just you.”
Something about his words made her eyes go large and dark. He wondered for a moment if it wasn’t something she was used to hearing, eager as she was to put her focus on others, her friends, her community. It didn’t matter at all, because she would be hearing it a lot now from him, and she nodded, breathless and wide-eyed as he bent his head to her warm and lovely skin.
If he hadn't known before that she was his mate, the woman who was meant for him just as he was meant for her, kissing her like this, touching her, running his hands along her sides, would have told him. She was like coming home, she was like a riot under his skin, and no matter what he had from her it wasn't enough.
Luca ran his mouth along the top edge of her bra, the skin under his lips soft. He could tell in a moment that that wasn't aterribly sensitive area, and curious, he lifted her breasts out of the satin, soft and weighty in his hands.
“Do you like this?”
“Believe me when I say that I am liking everything you do.”
“Hm. ”
He believed her, of course he believed her, but he was looking for something else. More than anything else he wanted to know her, and experimentally, he brushed his thumbs over the tender peaks of her nipples. That got a better reaction, a shiver and a rapid fluttering of her eyelashes, but better than that was when he dragged his calloused palms over the skin at the sides of her breasts and underneath them. That made her arch and whine, throwing her arms around his shoulders.
“Oh, there,” he murmured, and she somehow mixed a laugh and a gasp.
“There! Yes, right there's good!”
He grinned, lowering his mouth to give her more of what he had learned she wanted.
He got lost in her in a way that he wasn't sure he had ever gotten lost in anyone before. In some distant corner of his brain, he could sense his own desire. It was hot, but there was a steadiness to the burn, something unimportant about it in a moment where he could gently rake his nails over Macy's thighs, outer then inner, pressing his mouth against the damp fabric of her underwear as she twisted underneath him.
“Um. Um. ”
He stopped, sitting up to look at her alertly, and he frowned at the expression of embarrassment on her face.
“What is it?”
“Con. That is. Condoms, ” she squeaked. “I'm not on. We need condoms. ”
He leaned in to press his face against hers, nuzzling her neck.
“What's the matter?”
She made a soft moaning sound, squirming against him in a way that was, all right, very distracting.
“I don't want to stop, but if we're going to do what I think we're going to do, we need condoms. I don't suppose you—?”
“No. But we don't need condoms. ”
The look she gave him was so longing it made him gather her up against him, settling her comfortably against his body with her back to his chest. It wasn't the easiest position given her narrow couch, but it gave him ample clearance to slip a hand down her panties.
“Oh!”
“Mm. Yes.”
“But what about you?”
Luca laughed quietly, the sound sending a shiver through Macy's body.
“If you don't think that I'm doing exactly what I want to be doing...”
She whimpered as his fingers grew bolder, pressing through the dark hair between her legs to find her wet underneath. She was hot under the questing tips of his fingers, responsive in a way that sent a deep heat threading through his frame.
He loved her, he wanted her, those things were given, but Luca was caught unawares by his need to explore her as well. He wanted to know her, to make sure that he understood her response as well as he understood his own.
As if she could hear him, she shifted slightly to her back, one knee up and the other foot planted on the ground to give him more room, and something about her so open and willing made him groan.
