Page 89 of Tinsel in Telluride

Right there.

And then he slows.

Luca’s once hurried strokes become less frantic and more languid. Every inch of him is destroying me, but it’s slow. Sensual. Searching.

His hands travel the length of my arms, intertwining his fingers in mine as he trails kisses along my spine to the shell of my ear.

“You are—I’ve wanted this for so long, Leigh.”

I love when he calls me his Little Thief, but my name on his lips is raw.

It’s real.

It’s my undoing.

“Don’t let me go,” I whisper, and I realize I’m lost enough in this man that my subconscious is voicing my greatest fear.

Panic grips my spine, and I still in his arms, fighting to keep myself from running.

I’ve spent my entire adult life only letting in the people I know aren’t going to leave me like my parents did. I know it’s not the same. Death can happen at any moment, but I’ve protected my heart in every way possible from feeling that kind of loss again.

Luca has the power to break me like that. He has the freedom to walk away and take a piece of me with him.

As if reading my silent thoughts, he tightens his grip, so much so that I can feel his thundering heartbeat in time with mine. “I need you to hear me when I say this, Leigh. That’s never going to happen.”

I hear his words. I only wish I believed them.

Maybe with time.

Maybe if he stays.

I want him to stay.

Softly, Luca rocks us back, widening my legs so I’m straddling his lap. Every inch of us connected.

“Ride me, Leigh,” he whispers. “Then come with me.”

It’s intimate.

It’s terrifying.

It’s perfect.

Giving me back control, I lift myself and slowly squeeze every inch of him as I do.

“Fuck yes,” he pants, peppering kisses across my shoulder.

I pick up my pace, riding him until we’re both on the edge.

“Come for me,” he growls in my ear, and my pussy detonates.

He buries his face in my neck, and I cry out his name, riding the high our bodies and minds crave.

Trembling in the aftershocks of my pleasure, Luca pulls out from me, and I have to bite my lip to stifle the whimper that comes with the loss of him.

It’s at that moment I realize just how screwed I am.

Because if I don’t get my heart in check, I’m liable to fall in love with this man.

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