Page 101 of Shiver

“Luca,” I pant.

“Eyes on me, princess. Let me watch you,” he says as I continue to spasm.

Tingles ripple down my thighs, and when the tides have washed away the last of my orgasm, I can finally start to think straight.

“Alright, princess. Let’s get you back home so I can finish what we started,” he tells me, lowering me to the ground on unsteady legs.

Luca pulls my panties from his pocket, lifting my legs one by one and sliding them up my thighs and in place. He then takes the bottom hem of my dress, pulling it down and smoothing it against my thighs before fixing his pants and buckle, tucking his shirt back in.

He extends his hand for mine. I willingly take it.

He unlatches the bathroom door, and when we exit, there are about twenty of his closest friends and family seated around the bonfire, smiling gleefully at us.

Embarrassment sears through me, and my cheeks heat instantly. I feel like I’m on fire.

Suddenly, they all break out into a fit of excitement, clapping and whistling at us. “Finally!” Arielle shouts, and Dante just shakes his head beside his wife, wearing a small grin.

His entire family, save for Gloria and Angelo, just heard that, and they’reclapping.

“Don’t worry, Mom and Dad said, and I quote, ‘I’m glad they’re finally getting their heads out of their asses, but I have no desire to hear my son do the hanky panky,’” Charlie informs us, grinning ear to ear.

Luca wraps his arm around my waist, tugging me into his side, and presses a kiss to the top of my head. His warmth seeps into me, ridding the chill from my bones.

“Sorry, princess. Looks like I wasn’t the only one who’d been waiting for you to finally let me have you,even if just for one night.” The last part of his sentence rings in the back of my head like alarm bells, but I’m determined to get out of here so we can finally have the conversation I should’ve had with him the moment these feelings started to brew.

1. You Are The Reason — Calum Scott

2. Conversations In The Dark — John Legend

Chapter eighty

Samara

As we approach his bike, apprehension starts to settle into my gut.

He sees the look written plainly across my features, and his brows pull together. “I thought you were over hating me,” he says, sounding so defeated it nearly cracks my heart in two.

“I never hated you, Luca. I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”

He starts to relax, his shoulders dropping from their place by his ears as the meaning of my words settles in. “Don’t be scared, princess. I’ll take good care of you,” he tells me, lifting a compartment under the seat and pulling out a spare helmet.

He places it on my head, being careful not to mess up my curls too much as he secures it in place. He then gets his on and settles onto the bike, looking over his shoulder at me, wearing an easy smile.

“Climb on, Samara.” I do, but I have no idea where to put my feet or my hands. Luca grips each of my legs firmly in his massive hands and settles my feet safely out of the way. “Wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tight,” he tells me.

I have a death grip on him by the time he has the kickstand up, and we’re pulling onto the dirt road.

He speeds up, and my grip only tightens as he does. The wind whips around us, and my heart is pounding rapidly against my chest as we take off toward my place.

My chin is resting on his shoulder, and I can feel Luca’s chuckle reverberate through his chest. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you, princess,” he shouts so I can hear him.

This time, though, I’m not afraid of beingwithLuca De Laurentiis. I’m afraid of being without him, and that alone is ten times scarier than this donor cycle could ever be.

My limbs feel rigid as I nearly strangle him to death, praying my big ass doesn’t somehow fly off this thing, and I’m thankful there doesn’t seem to be anyone else on the road out here.

My anxiety is ricocheting through me at every twist and turn we make, and I know he can feel it.

Luca skids to a stop along the side of the road and pulls us over off the edge.

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