Page 53 of Shiver

I can feel the heat from her core radiating off her body, and sparks erupt through each of my muscle fibers.

Her lips finally part for me, and I don’t hesitate. My tongue sweeps in, tangling with hers, before I gently nibble on her bottom lip.

A moan escapes her, and I wish I could bottle it up and save it for later.She sounds so sweet when she’s needy like this.

I work a hand under the jersey and shirt underneath, wiggling my fingers under the lacy fabric of her bra until I’ve got her nipple pebbled in my grasp. Trailing kisses down her neck as I rub and pull on the sensitive skin at my fingertips, her back arches into me.

“Samara,” I rumble against the base of her neck, her fingers curl into my hair, tugging firmly.

“Yes?” she moans as I drag my tongue up the length of her throat.

“Do I get to have my dessert now?” I ask, nipping my way down her chest before placing open-mouth kisses on her stomach.

“That depends on what you want for dessert,” she gasps out as I squeeze her nipple tightly while biting the skin just above the button of her jeans.

I move down farther, kneeling beside the couch and dragging my nose up the seam of her jeans, hovering my mouth over her cunt. “I think you know exactly what I want for dessert,principessa.”

“It should be illegal to pull out the Italian at a time like this, but I’ll allow it,” she jokes, her voice husky as she lifts her ass up and unbuttons her jeans.

“Thank fuck.” I groan as I pull them down along with her black lace thong, removing them both as gently as my trembling fingers will allow.I want this woman desperately.

“God, you’re so pretty like this. I can’t wait to taste this sweet pussy,” I tell her, leaning over to flick on the lamp. Her hands immediately grab for a throw pillow, covering herself up as quickly as the light turned on.

“Lights off,” she says adamantly, and my stomach drops to my toes. This resilient, courageous, confident woman is being reduced to covering her body because she’s afraid I’ll think something’s wrong with it.Thisis precisely what I meant about social media.

“Samara.” I say her name firmly, being sure to look her straight in those gorgeous brown eyes. “If you want to come, I’m keeping this light on. I want to seeevery inchof you as you fall apart on my tongue. Do you understand?”

She tries to sit up straighter, a familiar expression of defiance hardening her features. “This may come as a surprise to you, Luca, but I’m not a model like the other women you’ve been with. I don’t look like them, and I’msorryif me not wanting to see the look on your face when you see my tummyoffends your delicate sensibilities,”she scoffs, refusing to make eye contact with me now, but I hear the vulnerability behind her words.

The only model I’ve even been with was Cecily, but now probably isn’t the best time to bring that up.

I grip her chin gently, dragging her eyes back to mine. “If you don’t want this to go any further, that’s entirely up to you. I’ll stop right now.”God, I really hope she doesn’t want to stop.“But if you think for a single second that there’s any piece of your body I wouldn’t gladly devour, you’re not as intelligent as I’d thought.”

She tries to interrupt me, but I stick my index and middle fingers in her mouth and watch as her eyes widen, but when she instinctually sucks on them, I know I’m fucking done for. I hold her gaze as I speak my next words. “Size doesn’t matter to me, Samara. I don’t discriminate. You’re gorgeous, and if you’d just shut the hell up, I could have you using that mouth for good instead of all the bitching you’re choosing to do.”

“Luca, I swear to god, if I weren’t so turned on right now, I’d slap you,” she grits out once I’ve removed my fingers from her mouth.

“Do it.” I chuckle. “Chances are, I’ll like it.” I smirk, lowering my face between her legs as I pull that fucking pillow off her.

Chapter forty-six

Samara

My core is clenching so tightly I feel like I could combust at any moment. Luca’s hair is tickling the inside of my thighs, practically begging me to squeeze them around his head.

Hefinallyslides his tongue inside me, and all the air leaves my lungs in that moment. I release a strangled moan, twining my fingers in his hair and pulling him farther into me.

The need to cover myself up gnaws at my gut. It’s such an ingrained part of me that I can’t help it, but the way this man looks at me is like he’d ratherdiethan ever have a single inch of my body covered up.

Luca’s calloused hands slide up my legs, wrenching them farther apart and tossing them over his shoulders as he drags my body closer to the edge of the couch for his mouth to dive more deeply into me.

All coherent thought leaves my brain, and I find myself seeping deeper and deeper into the electric feeling zipping through my body at having this gorgeous man between my legs, savoring me, and committing every second to memory.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, needing the release more than he could ever know.

I’ve made myself come to the thought of Luca De Laurentiis’s tongue every night this week, but as it turns out, there’s not a single toy on the planet that could compare.

He dips his tongue inside me once more, pulling out to suck on my clit, but before I can get the friction I need, he hoists my hips up, lapping at my ass. My cheeks clench at the sensation, wanting more but being too embarrassed to ask for it.

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