Page 102 of Can't Always Get What You Want

I peel off my leggings.

Move so I can straddle him, my knees sink into the mattresson either side of his waist, and the sigh he lets out issoftenough to undo me.

His eyes are on mine, steady.

One week ago, it may have unsettled me.

My hands find his shoulders, anchoring there. His palms slide up my thighs, a slow, reverent glide, not wanting to break the spell we've fallen into. I lean in, kissing the tip of his nose.

His chin.

The corner of his mouth.

The air between us crackles, not with urgency, but understanding.

“You okay?” I ask quietly.

He grins lazily. “Never better.”

I smile, kissing him again. His hands come up to cradle my face, fingers brushing the edge of my jaw. This kiss is slower, drawn outas if we’ve got all the time in the world…

My hands move up to tangle in his hair while his slide down my spine, settling on my ass, holding me close.

His touch is careful. Deliberate.

I shift, pressing my breaths against his chest and he groans softly into my mouth.

It’s not just need—it’s everything. Want.Relief.That strange, internal ache of finally having something you weren’t sure you could have.

I reach for the clasp of my bra.

Slide it off.

His breath catches.

Luca doesn’t touch me right away—he gazes at me as if I were a precious work of art.

“Jesus,” he whispers, voice thick. “You’re unreal. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.”

Well.

Damn…

What does a girl say to that?

I huff a quiet laugh, my face warming as I duck my head for a second—half-shy, half-emboldened by his words.

“You sure know how to make a girl feel sexy when she’s completely naked.” I laugh, self-consciously.

His eyes smile at me. “Isn’t that kind of the goal?”

I roll my eyes, biting down on my bottom lip.

“I’ve never…” I pause, not sure how to phrase this without sounding dramatic. Or needy. Or lame.

But he waits, patient and still.

“I’ve never had someone look at me like this before,” I confess.

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