Page 36 of Blood & Bone

His cock filled her hand, hard and cool against her palm. Luca’s head tipped back. His jaw clenched as she stroked him from base to tip, learning his weight, the ridge beneath the head, how his hips moved despite the control holding the rest of him still.

His gaze returned to her face.

“You keep doing that,” he said, “and this will be over faster than either of us wants.”

June tightened her grip. “Is that a warning or an observation?”

His mouth curved. Barely.

Then his hand went between her legs.

He cupped her through her jeans, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against her pussy. The smile disappeared when he felt how wet she already was.

“Observation,” he said.

He opened her jeans one-handed. June helped him push them and her underwear down, impatient with fabric that had become an unnecessary obstacle. She kicked one boot free, then the other, stripping everything below her waist far enough to step out of it.

Luca’s eyes moved over her.

Not quickly. Not politely.

June had spent most of her life refusing to be self-conscious about a body built for work instead of display. Strong thighs. Practical underwear. A scar along one knee from an animal that had objected to being vaccinated.

Under Luca’s attention, none of it felt merely practical.

His hands closed around her hips and pulled her forward until she stood between his spread knees. He kissed the inside of her thigh. Once. Then higher.

“Luca.”

He looked up at her from inches away from her pussy. “Do you want something?”

She put her hand in his hair. “Your mouth.”

He gave it to her.

His tongue dragged slowly through her wetness before settling over her clit. June’s other hand hit the metal table behind her, bracing hard as his mouth closed around her.

There was nothing cautious about this. He licked her with the same deliberate focus he gave everything else, learning what pressure made her hips jerk and what rhythm made her fingers tighten in his hair. When he pushed two fingers inside her, she gasped.

He curled them forward.

The pleasure was immediate and exact.

“Again,” she said.

He did it again. His fingers fucked her in a steady rhythm while his tongue worked her clit, and June stopped trying to remain quiet. Her breathing broke into rough sounds that filled the carriage house and came back to her from the old wooden walls.

The lamp buzzed overhead. The treatment tray dug into the back of her hand. Somewhere beyond the building, wind moved through the trees.

None of it mattered.

Luca sucked her clit harder. His fingers curled inside her, stroking the place that made her thighs begin to shake.

“Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

The orgasm hit her fast and brutally, her pussy clenching around his fingers as pleasure tore through her. June gripped his hair and held his face against her, riding every contraction until her legs nearly gave out.