“I don’t want you to be too sore.”
“I love that you love to take care of me, but sometimes you worry too much.” She dips her tongue in my mouth and wraps her hand around my cock. I grab her hips, lifting her up, and her legs wrap around my waist as I pin her to the shower wall. We don’t break our kiss as I enter her again, as I pump my cock in and out ofher until we both come. She’s boneless in my arms, her head tucked into the crook of my neck.
“Mine,” she whispers breathlessly.
This girl. This fucking miracle of a girl. I will never be worthy of her. But I’m damn sure going to try to be every single day for the rest of our lives.
“Yours.”
Chapter 56
Truths and distractions
Ariana
After our round of shower sex, Luca dries me off and carries me back to his bed. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of him carrying me around in his big, strong arms. I might be a badass, but I love that he makes me feel like a precious treasure.
He’s curled around me—his chest pressed against my back, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks, his breath whispering in my ear, and those fingertips lightly touching me… fuck.
I really love the feel of him against my ass.
His hand skims across my body, settling on the pieces of dandelion fluff on my left hip. “I guessed you had your belly button pierced, but you have more tattoos than I realized. I didn’t know about these,” he says softly, his fingertips grazing the ink. Seriously, I don’t know how I’m getting turned on again after having sex twice and coming three times, but I am.
“One for each person I love. For each person who loves me.”
He raises onto his elbow and studies the tattoo before tracing his finger over the one I added a couple of weeks ago. “This looks newer than the rest.”
“It is. It’s yours.”
His eyes flick to mine. “When did you get it done?”
I roll onto my back. “The day Mom took Lil and me to the salon. After my drunken freakout and falling asleep holding your hand.”
“Baby…” he leans over me, resting his forehead against mine.
“How long did you stay there that night, Luca?”
“Until after the sun came up.” He lets out a rough breath. “I…I couldn’t leave you.”
I tilt my chin up and kiss him softly. “I thought so.”
He holds my gaze, his brow crinkling slightly. “That was before either of us said it.”
“Yes.”
“I could barely admit it to myself, and you tattooed me on your skin.”
“Okay, but I’m a little willy-nilly about getting tattoos, so is that really the brag you’re making it out to be?”
His bright blue eyes shine when he laughs, and his dimples come out of hiding. God, those dimples.
“I love your willy-nilly tattoos.”
“Good. I’ll probably be covered in them one day.”
He makes a humming sound as his hand moves up and over to the ink just under and to the side of my right breast. “Is this a heart?”
I cringe. “Is that your way of saying it’s shitty?”
