Page 67 of Racing Hearts
Good grief, Georgia, you can do better than that.
“I thought you’d want your space,” he responded easily. “Didn’t want to overcrowd you.”
“Why would you think I’d want space from my boyfriend?” I gritted back.
“Fakeboyfriend,” he added quietly, and he almost looked disappointed as he said the words. His smirk grew into a full-blown grin, and my throat tightened with embarrassment.
I felt like a criminal that had been caught red-handed.
“What is it you want me to do, Georgia?” he asked, slowly inching towards me. His eyes were dark, pupils blown as he watched me like a hawk. “Hmm?”
What did I want Luca to do?
I stepped back, but he followed. When my back hit the wall, his hands came up to cradle my face, his eyes burning into mine. His lips brushed mine, featherlight. I tried to keep my eyes focused on his, but it was next to impossible, not as he snaked his other hand around my waist and pulled my entire body flush with his.
I wanted to saysomethingback, but I was frozen while I contemplated what I wanted. Luca chuckled as he watched me try to form words, his knowing smile growing larger by the second.
“Oh,amore, I’ll let you get away with not answering me this time as a reward for winning today, but next time I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Only good girls get rewards.” Goosebumps shot down my body as I felt his warm breath on my neck. Luca’s lips met mine in a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him closer.
His hands traveled down to my thighs and tapped them gently, inviting me to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, which I happily obliged. Luca turned on his heels and swung open the door, making a beeline for my bedroom. I sunk into the softness of the bed as he pinned me down.
I was a panting mess as he pulled off my top. Looking up at me, he asked if he could continue by removing my skirt. Without hesitation, I nodded in desperate agreement. This was my race win, and I was going to enjoy my spoils. Luca’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of my skirt and pulled it down in one swift motion. I was about to protest, but before I could, his mouth was trailing soft kisses up my leg.
I felt his mouth get to my thong, and he pulled it aside, placing gentle licks around my core—everywhere except where I desperately needed him most. He slipped a finger under the fabric and tugged. My legs draped over his shoulders as he worked his way back up, his slow kisses sending shivers down my spine. My whimpers grew louder as he reached the top of my thighs.
“Luca, stop teasing,” I demanded. All I heard was a chuckle, but to my surprise, he gave in. His tongue slid up the entrance to my clit, and I sucked in a breath. I started to squirm from the pleasure, and I felt Luca’s hand press down on my hips, keeping them in place as he stopped my movements. Unconsciously, I had begun to grind on his tongue, hoping to get some additional friction, but to no avail. Luca had me locked down, and damn if it wasn’t making me even more turned on.
Luca began to pick up the pace, working me like he was a starved man who had just been presented with a feast. His tongue moved quickly and forcefully and then gently and slowly, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. He continued this pattern, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. And when he slid a finger inside of me, I couldn’t resist any longer. My pants and moans were uncontrollable.
“Fuck, so much better than my dream…” Luca stopped, his dark eyes looking up at me with a grin so wicked, it’d give just about any movie villain a run for its money, but before I could protest, his mouth kept working me until my toes began to curl. I let out the most animalistic sound as Luca sunk a second and then a third finger into me, sliding them in and out, hitting that sweet spot each time. With a few more thrusts, I was coming hard and fast. Shock waves of pleasure were coursing through my body. Luca helped me ride out my waves of pleasure as he licked up everything I had to offer.
As soon as I came down from my high, I started to catch my breath. Opening my eyes, I saw Luca hovering above me, a huge fucking smile on his face. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips before standing up and slowly backing away from the bed.
I noticed the large bulge in his pants, and just as I was about to propose that I could help him with that, he uttered, “Tonight’s about you,amore.” And then he smiled a wicked grin, adding, “Plus, now we’re even,” with so much arrogance he might as well have been the winner tonight.
I blinked. “Wait, what?” Speechless didn’t justify how I was feeling. Luca put on a devilish grin, turned around, and left my bedroom.
Even?I stared at the door, still catching my breath. It certainly didn’t feel like we were even. If anything, it felt wildly, unfairly, tilted in his favor. Tonight, Luca had given me exactly what I’d been asking for—space, control, a reprieve from the pressure of our relationship—and yet somehow, he’d still left me wanting more. Left me craving him.
His touch. His mouth. His praise.
And now here he was, walking out of my bedroom with a smug grin that said he knew exactly what he was doing. I wasn’t sure if I was impressed by how well his cold shoulder worked to get under my skin—or annoyed that I had fallen for it like a complete buffoon.
Both. It was definitely both.
Georgia: 1. Luca: 2.
Chapter Thirty-One
Luca
I woke up the next morning to my phone buzzing on the bedside table.
Henri:
A few of us are coming over this morning to surprise Georgia with acelebratory brunch.
Luca:
