Page 29 of Weaponized

Finally, he’s pulling my panties aside and his mouth is on me. God. I never allow this. After all, what’s the point? But, before I can overthink it, he licks my slit. I make a high-pitched keening sound. “Please, Luca.” I’m desperate for a release. My pleas are genuine. I need him so badly, I don’t even know who I am right now.

“Fucking beautiful. I will never get enough of this.” His hot breath on my clit has me squirming. I’m blatantly chasing his mouth by raising my hips. I’ve lost any sense of modesty.

He’s now actively licking me with long, slow swipes of his magical tongue and it’s amazing. It’s as if he is in no hurry, tasting me, savoring. He makes these low,needy noises that are driving me nuts. It’s almost as if he’s enjoying this more than I am. He adds a finger back into my channel, and my hips are wantonly moving, seeking. When his lips latch onto my clit, I shatter. I’m chanting his name. My legs are shaking. He keeps the suction going, which draws out my orgasm. I begin to come down and he pulls away. He withdraws his finger and runs a fingertip lightly over my slit. Kisses the inside of my thigh.

Dear God. That sets off a second set of tremors and I whimper. I open my eyes to see Luca watching me, pupils blown. I will never forget the look on his face. So handsome. So sexy. So fully committed to my pleasure.

“You are so good at that,” I tell him. And he smiles up at me, flashing those gorgeous dimples. He looks so happy. Free. He kisses his way back up my stomach, and then wraps himself around me. I’m surrounded by his hard body. Strong. Warm.

We are quiet for a few minutes, our bodies entwined, resting. Breathing beginning to even out.

He brushes my hair away from my face and gives me a soft kiss on the lips. “Angel, I—I, um–”

He’s struggling to tell me something, and a little worry sneaks its way into my chest. “What is it, baby?”

He sighs. “I know we’re still, um, getting to know each other. And, um, we haven’t been seeing each other very long. Well, not that we have been reallyseeing eachother exactly.” He’s rambling. “But, uh, I—I do want us to keep seeing each other. I mean, I want to keep seeing you. And, um, yeah, I don’t want you to see anybody else.” He says those last words fast.

Oh. Oh God. He wants to be exclusive. I want to do a happy dance. I’m elated.

“Baby, I don’t want anybody but you. You don’t have to worry about that.” It’s the absolute truth.

He looks relieved. “Good.” He nods. “Good.”

“Luca?”

“Yeah, Angel?”

“I don’t want you to see anyone else either.” My face is so close to his. We are breathing in the same air.

I don’t predict what happens next. He laughs. He starts with a chuckle and then works himself into a full belly laugh. I don’t like it. At all. I know lots of mafia guys have mistresses or whatever, but I don’t want to do that. Not with him. I start to pull away, pissed at myself for how much I care. It was only a week ago that he was just a photo in a file.What the hell is wrong with me?

“I didn’t realize it was a funny request,” I say stiffly.

His laughter fades and he reaches for me, pulling me back to him.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a smile. “It isn’t.”

I’m still frowning at him. “That’s why you laughed at me? Because it’snotfunny?” I can’t keep the bitchiness out of my voice. He literally laughed in my face.

“Oh, Angel, no. No. I wasn’t laughing at you. Shit. No. I was laughing at the thought of me seeing someone else.”

“And that’s apparently hysterical?” I mean, what the hell?

“Yes, it is. I don’t even notice other girls. You don’t have to worry—ever—about me seeing someone else. You’re all I can think about.”

Oh. My heart melts and I lean in to kiss him softly on his full lips. “Well, okay then.”

“Okay then,” he repeats and kisses my forehead. His hand is on the back of my head.

“I think I’m going to love being your girlfriend,” I tell him gazing into his eyes. I’m being blatant by spelling out exactly what I want. I don’t know why I need to label it, but I do. I need him to hear the words. Acknowledge them.

His whole face lights up. He’s got a goofy smile on his face. His dimples. God.

“My girlfriend,” he repeats. His voice is gruff. He clears his throat. “Yeah.” He tightens his large arms around me.

I sigh. “We should probably get dressed.”

He keeps his arms locked tight. “I think it should be illegal for you to wear clothes when we’re alone.”

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