She puts a finger over my lips. “Shh, Damiano. We have such a terrible record of being caught when we do these kinds of things, and this is our last chance.”
“Our last chance for what?”
Instead of answering, Lucy pulls her T-shirt that she’s been sleeping in—my T-shirt, I notice—up over her head and tosses it aside. She picks up my hands and cups her breasts with them, and they’re warm and heavy in my palms. “Please, Damiano,” she breathes. “Make me feel loved for the first and last time in my life.”
She’s nestled naked in my lap, her beautiful body pressed against mine. I squeeze her breasts and rub my thumbs over her nipples. “The first and last time? Lucy, it kills me to hear you talk like that.”
“Are you going to waste this moment, or are you going to give me the wedding night I need?”
I kiss her hard, desire flashing through me. “You have barely spoken to me these past weeks. I thought you’d decided to save your virginity for your husband.”
“I would never give myself to a man so undeserving. I have saved myself for you, and only you, Damiano.”
“But you will give yourself to him tomorrow?” I ask through gritted teeth.
Lucy presses soft kisses to my cheeks, my eyelids, my lips. “Tomorrow is tomorrow. Tomorrow doesn’t matter. I want you now, Damiano. Don’t you want me?”
Tomorrow doesn’t matter. What does that mean? But I’m too caught up in her to think clearly.
Do I want her?
With the power of a thousand suns.
Her mouth is parted and eager, and I capture her lips with mine. We kiss like we need each other more than oxygen. I do need her more than oxygen. I don’t know how I’m going to live without her.
“I’ve prepared my wedding vows,” she says breathlessly between kisses. “Do you want to hear them?”
“Don’t speak to me of your wedding vows,” I growl.
“You don’t wish to know the words I will speak at the altar tomorrow?”
I seize her nipple in my mouth, and I suck. “I won’t be listening. I will block it all out.”
“I took a long time over these vows, Damiano. They’re meant to be listened to.”
There’s something strange in the way she says it. Like she wants me to understand something.
I look up at her with a glare. I wish I could forbid her from even thinking about him. How dare she linger over the vows she’ll speak to Andreas? I’m even jealous of the time she devotes to him in her head. “You thought for more than a second what you wanted to vow to that idiot?”
“It’s my wedding day, Damiano. Everything has to be perfect, from my vows to my dress.”
I pick her up in my arms, drop her onto her back, and spread her legs. “Your dress,” I mutter with a curl of my lip.
“You’ve seen my dress?”
“Of course I’ve seen your dress. As soon as it was delivered and you were out, I went into your room.”
“What do you think?”
“It’s all wrong. Mom chose it, not you. I can tell.” I kiss slowly down her body. “When I imagine you marrying me, you’re wearing a very different dress, and you’re radiantly beautiful.”
She half sits up and buries her fingers in my hair. “You have imagined marrying me?”
I meet her eyes. “Every day. But tomorrow you’ll wear that horrible dress and marry him, and I don’t understand why you’re letting this happen. Lucy, what aren’t you telling me?”
But she just leans forward to kiss me, silencing my questions.
Breaking the kiss, I move down her body, and my mouth descends on her clit. Lucy covers her mouth, before she can cry out, and falls back on the mattress. I taste her thoroughly, my tongue licking her everywhere. She jumps and gives a muffled cry every time I circle her clit with my tongue. I hook her legs over my shoulders, and I push her thighs wider. Needing more of her. Needing all of her. Every gasp of her pleasure is the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard. My cock is iron hard, and I’m aching to sink into her, but I won’t let up until she gives me what I want.
