Page 179 of Mine Again
Chapter Sixty-Five
Isabella
Iwake to the hush of a sunlit room, and I know instantly that Luca isn’t beside me.
A small stab of disappointment cuts through the haze of sleep.
I wanted to wake up with him.
The sheets on his side are cold, the faint dip in the mattress already fading. Still, my hand drifts across the linen, chasing a warmth that’s long gone.
I reach for his pillow and pull it close, burying my face in it. His scent clings to the fabric, lingering like smoke after a fire.
A glance at the clock on the nightstand confirms what my body already knows. It’s nearly midday. No wonder Luca is up. He probably has things to do… hacking systems, hunting ghosts, being the Venom.
I stretch and a delicious ache pulses through me. Every inch of me feels used… claimed. Not in a careless way, but thoroughly, possessively.
There’s a tremble in my thighs when I try to straighten them, my skin still oversensitive where his mouth had roamed, where his hands had gripped like he couldn’t bear to let go.
Luca made good on his promise to wake me with his cock. Againand again, he consumed me. Between each brief hour of sleep, he returned hungrier, rougher, then softer, slower, like he couldn’t decide whether to punish me for the years apart or worship me for surviving them.
My lips are tender from the way he kissed me. My chest, my hips, and even my wrists carry the memory of his mouth, his grip, the heat of his body sealing me to the mattress.
Insatiable doesn’t begin to cover it.
He touched me like he was starving and I was the only thing that could keep him alive.
And God help me… I wanted it all.
I swing my legs out of bed, the chill in the air hitting my bare skin.
Pale sunlight filters through the winter clouds, casting a soft glow across the bed and floor. I find a robe hanging behind the bathroom door and slip it on.
Then I go looking for Luca.
I find him in his office, seated behind his desk, fingers moving deftly across a keyboard.
But the second he sees me, his hands still. His gaze locks on, trailing over me slowly, lingering like he’s already thinking about taking the robe off.
I might be walking with a little extra sway now. Having his attention is addictive. Then again, when don’t I have it?
Luca rises from his chair, his gaze never leaving me.
He crosses the room like a predator, silent and focused, all dark heat and intent. By the time he reaches me, my breath is shallow, my skin humming with anticipation.
My belly tightens, the air between us thickening. My legs press together instinctively, a slow ache blooming between them, equal parts memory and fresh need.
I pretend to hold still, but every part of me is aware of him.
His gaze drags over me like a touch. His presence alone makes the blood rush under my skin, and my traitorous, eager body remembers exactly what he did to it last night.
When he reaches me, one hand cups my jaw, the other settles on my waist, his thumb brushing the tie of my robe. His mouth meets mine, soft at first, then deeper. Possessive. Thorough. Like he missed me in the few hours I was asleep.
When he finally pulls back, his voice is like gravel.
“Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke. You needed the rest after I made you come so many times. Though I hated missing the chance to be the first thing you saw this morning.”
I lift a brow, my lips curving.
