Page 49 of Baby, It’s Hot Inside

I gasp at his filthy words, and I stare up at his blue—now dark sapphire—eyes.

“All this slick for me, Jackie?”

How has he gotten even hotter in the last three minutes? I nod. Because I don’t want him to change his mind, I lock my heels behind his back and pull him closer to my body.

“Yes, it all belongs to you, Luca. Only you,” I say. Because it’s the damn truth. Every time I make myself come, it’s his face I see. Every hero that pledges his undying love to a heroine in a book, it’s Luca’s voice I hear.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he says as he lines up the fat head of his cock at my entrance.

“You. It belongs to you.”

He thrusts inside in one quick movement that has me stretching so wide to fit around him. “Fucking right it does.” he says. His head falls into the crook of my shoulder, his hot breath fluttering against my skin. “Goddamn, baby doll, I’ve never fucked bare. You feel so perfect. So good.”

I have to squeeze my eyes shut and put my lips to his skin so I don’t bare my soul and share all my secrets. Because the feeling of him filling me up is so intense, so intimate, that I’m forcing myself to not say the words. To not tell him how crazy I am about him.

“I want you to come all over my cock,” he says as he starts to fuck me. “I want this pussy to squeeze me so tight.”

Luca shifts our positions so he’s up on his knees, he pulls one of my legs up so it’s straight and leaning against his shoulder. His dick slides in even deeper while he grips my hips.

“You have no idea how many fantasies I’ve had about your body, Jackie,” he says. One of his hands goes to my mound. But he doesn’t touch my clit. He slides in, slow and deep. Like he has all night to fuck me and he’s not in a hurry at all to come.

His thumb circles above the hood of my clit, not making direct contact.

“I need more,” I say. And no statement has ever been more true. I need more pressure, more direct contact. I need more of him in this moment and in my life.

“You need to come again?” he asks.

I nod, nearly sobbing with want.

He slides his thumb next to my clit as he thrusts in and out of me. “So goddamn tight, so wet. I’m gonna fill this pussy with my come, paint your insides with my seed, baby doll. That what you want?”

His words push me over the edge and my body breaks into a million pieces as the orgasm rocks through me. “Luca!”

“Christ, your pussy is squeezing my cock to death,” he growls. “I’m coming.” Then his hot release pulses inside me. “Better than any fantasy I ever could have conjured, baby doll.” He kisses me, kisses my throat.

When he’s done and he’s cleaned us both up, he crawls inside the covers and pulls me tightly to him. “We need to stay warm. Though I did see that the temperatures are going to raise tomorrow so the roads should start to clear.”

He kisses my neck and my shoulder.

“Guess we can tell Ren and Savannah that their little hookup plan worked,” he says, his voice sleepy.

I force out a chuckle. “Yeah, I guess we can.”

I lay there in the silence after our passionate love making and listen as his breath slows and evens out.

Oh fuck. I’m in love with him.

How did I not realize that I’ve been in love with this man? The way he gave his sister their grandmother’s house—his inheritance—just signed it over to her? The way he supported Savannah’s light speed romance to his former subordinate and fellow FBI agent, Ren and walked her down the aisle in their wedding. The way he offered to knock me up because I cried about not being a mother yet.

What the hell do I do now? Luca is obviously attracted to me. But that was all just sex. There’s no way this man has been hiding some secret, passionate love for me all these years.

So what do I do?

I need to play it cool. He wants just sex, which now that I realize I’m the idiot in love with him, I can’t actually do again. I can’t let him use my body for release knowing it’s more for me than it is him. I mean when I was blissfully ignorant of my own feelings, that was one thing. But this… loving him.

I exhale slowly. I just need to fake things long enough to get out of the cabin.

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