“Are you close?”
Fleur was the right woman for him, and I was happy he’d found a new purpose in life, but it stung that he was gone. The friendship was still there, but it wasn’t the same, not with his new priorities. “As close as brothers.”
She smiled and her eyes warmed. “That’s sweet.”
Why did I tell her that?
“Do you have a biological brother?”
“No.”
“Sister?”
“No.”
“Only child?” she asked in slight surprise.
“Yes.”
“Were you spoiled?”
I almost laughed.Almost. “No.”
She seemed to notice the invisible barrier I put up, like this was a boundary I didn’t want her to cross, because she digressed. “My sisters drove me fucking crazy, but I’d cut a bitch for them in a heartbeat.” Her eyes moved down to her wineglass. “I miss them…”
Words I didn’t know how to say floated to the surface entirely on their own. “I’m sorry.”
Her eyes immediately flicked up to mine like she knew how special those words were coming from me. Then she smiled, just a little bit. “I know.”
16
LUCA
She carried the plates from the dining table to the kitchen counter next to the sink.
“I can help you clean up.” I hadn’t done dishes in a long ass time. Hadn’t done any housework at all. I’d had someone do everything for me for so long I forgot all the domestic obligations that made a house run.
“Fuck no.” She left the plates there along with the empty glasses of wine, showing her experience as a waitress by carrying everything at once. She turned back around to face me. “I don’t give a damn about dishes right now.” She moved into me as she said those words, rising on her tiptoes and hooking her arms around my neck to kiss me hard on the mouth.
It was like the kiss in the entryway, the heat burning us both to ash. Once I felt her mouth against mine, the muscles that squeezed my spine relaxed, but everything else clenched tight in desire.
She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tried to get it over my head, but she couldn’t reach past my shoulders. Frustration was in her eyes, like she wanted it off but couldn’t do it on her own.
I felt the smirk pull at my lips before I yanked it off myself.
Her hands immediately palmed my chest, and she looked at me like I was everything she ever wanted. Her eyes found mine again, and then there was a distinct flash of emotion, a dance in her eyes I could see. She stepped close to me again and kissed me, this time slow and delicate, her hand stroking my jawline.
I was hard underneath my jeans, but the rest of me felt soft. Soft in a way I’d never known.
Her hands gently pushed on my chest and backed me up, farther and farther, her confident eyes on me.
I felt the barrier at the backs of my legs when I hit the couch. I sat down and leaned back, looking up at her as she pulled her top over her head and unclasped her bra, revealing her great rack.
My eyes dropped because she had such nice tits.
Big, but not too big. Firm and perky. Little nipples so high they practically saluted you.
She moved to her jeans next, undressing herself while she looked at me, confident and seductive. She turned around before she pushed her jeans over her ass, bending in the process so I could watch.
