Page 83 of Racing Hearts
Being in bed with Luca like this, it all felt too easy. A nagging voice told me it shouldn’t have felt that way, not with someone who wasn’t officially mine, even if I was starting to wish he was. I couldn’t shake off the conflicting feelings stirring inside me, especially since it had been so long since anyone had made me feel this way.
I glanced at the clock. Five thirty a.m., which meant the sun was just about to rise. Since I was already awake, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity. I turned slightly, trying not to wake him, but the moment I shifted, the arm around my waist pulled me firmly back.
“Leaving without a good morning kiss?” Luca’s voice was full of sleep.
“Cuddles not enough for you, I see?” I teased.
He nuzzled into the crook of my neck, his stubble dragging deliciously against my skin. Luca draped his arm over me, and he pulled me flush against him, giving me a small peck on the lips. His hands trailed down to my center, his fingertips lightly grazing my upper thighs, and I knew he could feel how wet I was from just his teasing.
“What’s got you so wet,amore? Have anotherdreamlast night?” I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t push him away. Not when his hand was slipping between my legs, brushing against the most sensitive part of me. A soft moan escaped before I could catch it.
“Luca,” I warned, but it came out far too breathy to be taken seriously.
His other hand slid beneath the hem of my shirt, his shirt, technically, cupping one of my breasts and rolling my nipple between his fingers. He pressed his hips against my backside, and I could feel just how ready he was.
“I mean,” he murmured against my shoulder, “if you want me to stop…”
Instead of answering, I guided his hand lower, pressing him exactly where I needed him most.
“Didn’t think so.” He grinned, kissing the top of my shoulder.
His fingers slid inside me, slow and steady, and I gasped, arching into his touch. The spooning position only made everything feel more intense: his lips tracing my neck, his chest flush against my back, the warmth of his breath at my ear as he whispered softly to me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Ruining me, Georgia Dubois. I swear.”
My eyes fluttered shut. His fingers worked expertly, curling just right, stroking that place inside me he’d apparently memorized. My body tightened, pleasure building fast, and I clutched his wrist to steady myself.
“Oh my god, Luca. Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
My moans grew louder, and even though part of me remembered we weren’t alone on the boat, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Luca’s name spilled from my lips like a prayer, over and over, until the orgasm crashed through me, fast and hot and impossible to contain.
“So fucking hot,” he whispered, voice thick with want.
As I panted through the aftershocks, he reached for a condom in the drawer beside us, tearing it open with one hand.
“Think you have another one in you,amore?” I nodded, still out of breath from the last orgasm.
I could barely form a coherent answer, so I just nodded, catching my breath. He kissed my temple as he positioned himself behind me again.
“So dominant on the track,” he murmured as he eased in, slow and careful, “but so willing to be a good girl for me in bed.” I whimpered at the stretch, full and overwhelmed all over again. Luca groaned into my shoulder as he bottomed out.
“Fuck, you feel unbelievable.”
He started to move, slow and deep, each thrust making my breath catch. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, the other hand finding my clit again. The sensation built too quickly, my body still sensitive from the last orgasm.
“Let go for me again,amore. Let me feel you fall apart.”
I clung to the sheets as another climax crept up on me, this one even more intense. The way he touched me, like I was his and he was desperate to prove it, unraveled me completely.
When I came this time, I cried out his name without shame.
“God, I’ve wanted this… wanted you for so long,” he said, his thrusts losing rhythm, his voice raw.
A few more frantic strokes and he let out a guttural groan, emptying himself with a deep shudder. His arms tightened around me, holding me close even as we both collapsed back onto the pillows.
We stayed there for a moment, our bodies tangled, breaths slowing. He pressed soft kisses to my shoulder, then my neck, then the curve of my jaw.
