Page 128 of All at Once

“You like how I smell?” I barely manage to say.

“I find it pretty disrespectful now that you ask,” he replies as his jaw tickles my collarbone.

As if this couldn’t feel better, his mouth gently sucks on my neck when I let out another, even deeper moan. Then I feel him hard beneath me.

“Oh wow,” I whisper under my breath.

Sadly he hears it.

“What?” Luca asks.

“Nothing,” I reply.

He must feel me reposition myself slightly when I notice his cheeks almost flush.

I add, “My bad. I’ve never felt that before.”

In the brief moment where it appears like he’s almost wondering if I’m uncomfortable, I quickly reassure with wide eyes, “No. It’snice.”

I must look a littletooenthusiastic when he chuckles.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone describe my erection that way before,” he says.

Just the word sends another wave of pleasure down my body as I shyly smile back at him. “I guess there’s a first time for everything then,” I say.

“And thank God for that,” he says, grinning back into my lips.

The pressure of him against my center sends a shiver right through me, knowing my body is making his react like this. It’s so sexy. That I almost grind into him a little at the new and pleasant sensation.

Then my phone rings.Is this karma or something? It must be.

Thankfully, we keep kissing. “I’ll check my phone in like a minute,” I say.

“Okay,” he adds as he pulls my lips into his again.

“Or maybe in a few minutes,” I rephrase.

His lips curve upwards against mine. “Sounds good to me.”

When we both desperately need air, Luca asks, “Quick question, did you wear this dress to fuck up my mind?”

Even though I sawplentyof his reaction just by how he’s been staring at it theentirenight, I tease, “I didn’t think you even noticed it since you didn’t comment on it.”

“I didn’t comment on it because I’d get in trouble for what I wanted to say.” He doesn’t lose our eye contact as he traces his fingers down my exposed back. But he’s not just touching my skin. The pressure he’s placing against it, the speed in which his fingers are traveling down, the way I almost feel the ends of his short nails grazing along my skin. It’s makingeverythingin my body awaken.

And so all I can do is watch him make a mess of me. “How do you say, I like the way youtouchmy neck, in Spanish?”

“Me gusta cómo me tocas el cuello.” He leans forward to kiss my neck again, while his fingers continue to caress my back at a distracting pace. But hissounds. His sighs at just watching me unravel for the first time are pleasing enough.

I close my eyes, humming at the combination of sensations along with the hardness that’s growing underneath me. Thankful that the thin fabric of my underwear is all that’s resting over his pants. “What about…” I moan. “I like the way youkissmy neck?”

“Me gusta cómo me besas el cuello.” His voice continues to vibrate off my skin.

This time my moan is met with an even louder gasp.

“Once again Jasmine, I’mbarelytouching you,” Luca teases, as I remember the reference from when he taught me how to surf.

I challenge, “Well maybe that’s the problem.”

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