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We haven’t been intimate in so long. He’s been kind and understanding, asking for permission to hold my hand or even give me the lightest kisses.

“Myra was here,” I tell him.

His eyes grow questioning. “Your best friend, Myra?”

In the last few weeks together, I’ve told him so many things about myself, as has he.

I nod. “Yeah. She came to check on me because a friend supposedly saw you and me leaving the college and coming home.”

“Why do you look so concerned about the visit? Is there something to worry about?”

I shake my head, my mind still muddied with warring thoughts. “I don’t know. Something was off with her, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. Something in my gut said to keep my guard up.”

Luca’s face softens, his hackles lying down. “Sloane, that’s going to happen for a while. You won’t trust anyone after what you’ve been through.”

“No, this was different,” I tell him, leaning forward and placing my wineglass on the coffee table behind him.

He tucks my hair behind my ear, and the tickle sends a shiver down my spine, creating a ball of pins and needles at the verybase of my bones. “Trust me. You’re going to be on high alert for a while. You told me that even Dr. Spooner said so, remember?”

I sigh, remembering our entire conversation last week about my session, deflating some. “I guess you’re right.”

“Hey,” he says, cupping my face with his hand. I lean into the warmth and sensation of his touch. “It’s not bad to listen to your gut. Just keep Dr. Spooner’s words in your head, too. It never hurts to be wary. You’ve been through a lot.”

That’s the understatement of the century.

I nod, leaning forward and brushing his lips against mine.

He’s been so kind to me in the last two months, giving me space and time to heal and put my broken puzzle back together, but tonight, all I want is him—his touch, his comfort.

He groans into my kiss, and I swallow it as I forge ahead with my tongue.

Pulling back breathlessly, he says, “Hey, maybe we should slow down.”

Watching the war in his heated eyes as he pants through his need is so fucking sexy. Even though he wants me, he wants me protected more. At all costs. Even from himself.

I smirk. “Oh, I wholeheartedly want you to go slow, Father Russo.”

He closes his eyes and groans as I press on, bringing my lips back to his and igniting something I hope to God he’ll put out.

If not, I might die.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

LUCA

Laying her down on the couch, I inhale every small breath of pleasure. Each muscle that relaxes under my kiss is like a compliment to my soul and my nature. She’s comfortable with me—enough to allow me to touch her again. I knew this day would come, but I never expected it. It’s like you know the wind will blow, but you can’t demand it to do so.

I pull back from her spellbinding lips to ask if she’s sure, and she scowls at me breathlessly.

“If you ask me if I’m sure one more time, I’m going to kick your ass.”

A smile bends my lips upward, and I wiggle my hardness against her center. “I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to, little dove. I was going to ask if you want to take this to the bedroom.”

She reaches between us and tugs her flowy dress up to her hips, sliding her panties to the side. “No. I want you to take me now, and fast.”

“I thought you wanted me to go slow,” I chide, fighting the urge to do as she says, sinking into her depths and letting them swallow me whole.

It’s always been this way with her, wild and hot, like a stampede of wild horses through a scorching desert.

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