“Thank fuck for Paul and Cici,” he grunts as he sets me down to lock the door.
Even though Ajani and Chiara aren’t theirs in any way, they’ve been a huge help in watching them a couple of nights a month when they have Gia.
Mr. Whiskers sits still as an old, grumpy-ass gargoyle on the entryway table, pointing daggers at Luca and me. The damn cat hates everyone besides the kids. Luca blows him a kiss. “Sorry, little guy, no time for all the cuddles I justknowyou’re desperate for. I’ve gotta take care ofmy wife.”
When his eyes meet mine, a wide smile spreads across his face. “I’m glad we actuallyhavea cat now. Doesn’t it feel good to not have to lie about that?” he asks me with a wink.
“Dickhead,” I say, rolling my eyes, but I feel heat climb up my neck in response to the memory.
The moment the word leaves my mouth, Luca has a glint in his gorgeous eyes and a wicked grin that settles deep into my core.
“Samara,” he says, gripping my hips and dragging my body against his. He runs the tip of his nose up the length of my neck, breathing me in and nipping the sensitive skin behind my ear. “Is my wife ready to have all her holes filled tonight?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my breath caught in my throat.
Luca cups my ass, spreading my cheeks and slipping over my tight hole.
“How did I get so lucky?” he asks, thrusting his hips into mine so I know just how lucky he thinks he is.
His dick is so hard, it’s a miracle his pants haven’t split at the seams. My body tingles with need as he walks us backward until we’re in the kitchen with my ass pressed firmly against the cold granite countertop.
A chill wracks through my body, and goosebumps erupt all over.
Luca effortlessly lifts me onto the counter, slipping his hands back under my dress and running them along my thighs before pushing the fabric up my body to expose me to him. He takes a step back, his hands never leaving me.
He shakes his head slowly in that way he always does when he’s contemplating something. “You get more and more gorgeous every goddamn day, and I think if you don’t cut it out, I’m gonna die of a heart attack one day. My heart can only take so much,principessa.”
I feel my cheeks heat, but he doesn’t allow me time to respond. His hands are back on me, pulling my dress up and over my head.
My heavy breasts bounce on my chest from the lack of support from the tight fabric that had been holding them in all night.
He dips his head, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, and a lock of his dark hair tickles my chest as he sucks.
Heat pools in my core, and tingles erupt throughout my chest. Luca nips and sucks, prying my thighs apart as he moves down my body, goosebumps following the path of his fingers on me. I feel my muscles strung so tight I might break, but he finally drops to his knees, pulling me toward him.
“You’re not allowed to finish like this, okay? I just want a little taste before we really get started,” he tells me, pushing my legs even wider to accommodate his massive shoulders.
“Fine,” I agree reluctantly.
He chuckles, and his tongue darts out, skimming up my seam.
I fall back against the counter, holding myself up on my forearms.
A shiver rolls through me, and my clit throbs with every swipe of his tongue. He’s moaning as he laps me up, and it’s my favorite sound in the world.
“Luca, yes!” I cry, pushing my hips further into his face.
“So fucking good,” he mumbles between licks.
My back arches into his touch, and my chest heaves as tingles spread from my core down my legs.
An aching need consumes me, and as I feel my core spasm, he pulls away, his lips glistening with my arousal.
A garbled whine slips past my clenched teeth, and it only makes Luca laugh as I clench my fists at my sides.
He shakes his head at me, that godforsaken dimpled smirk undoing my frustrations as he wraps his hands around my hips and hauls me over his shoulder.
If you had asked me prior to meeting this brute of a man if I ever thought my life would entail being tossed around by some caveman who thinks he’s Tarzan, I’d have assumed you were on something, but here I am.