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“Better collect those arrows, and you need to dig out the one you landed in the dirt.”
Luca pulls me in for another second, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.
Then he stretches with deliberate slowness, exaggerated and smug.
“You sure you don’t want to do it?” he asks, his eyes dancing. “I could watch you bend over and on your knees all day.”
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Luca
“Classy.” Isa rolls her eyes so hard I’m honestly impressed she doesn’t sprain something.
God, I missed that tone. Dry, sharp, just this side of unimpressed.
She turns away and heads for the targets. I let my eyes wander.
It’s a magnificent view. Even better when she bends slightly to pull arrows from the foam. One by one, she yanks them free, most sliding out with little resistance.
Until she gets to my last arrow, the one dead center.
When it doesn’t budge, she wraps both hands around the shaft, plants her feet, and gives it a solid tug.
Nothing.
I grin. That one was buried deep. Like I ache to be… inside her.
My cock twitches in agreement. Not the time, though.
It’s way too cold to expose any bare skin. And more importantly, all the balls—pun very much intended—are in Isa’s court.
She wants to be closer to me; I sensed it when we hugged. Her body remembers. Her mind just needs to catch up.
I keep watching, amused, as she struggles with the stubborn arrow. She tries again and again, jaw tight, teeth gritted. Still stuck.
“You good over there?” I call out.
“It’s wedged in tight,” she snaps. “Clearly compensating for something.”
I don’t even try to hide my laugh.
That’s when I move in, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her back.
“Need help?” I murmur in her ear. “I’m good with my hands.”
She goes still for a beat. That perfect pause where I know I’ve scrambled her a little.
God, I love that.
She doubles down and puts her whole body into it.
And just as I reach for the arrow—
Pop.
It dislodges like a champagne cork.
Her elbow slams straight into my stomach. Hard.
