Page 41 of Racing Hearts
“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast,” he smirked. I groaned in frustration, but Luca continued his teasing. He allowed me some reprieve when he sunk his entire finger into me and started pumping in and out. Even if it was slow and excruciating, it felt incredible.
My moans fortunately earned me a second finger, which Luca started to pump even faster. His lips ghosted mine while he eagerly watched my every expression, curling his fingers in just the right spot. I could feel myself careering towards an orgasm, and I started moaning louder.
“Oh, Luca… more… please…” I begged, a little embarrassed at how quickly I had fallen apart for him. Smirking, he slipped a third finger inside of me, enjoying the moan that escaped my lips.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, taking my fingers like this,” he purred into my ear. I’m not sure if it was his soft praises or the fact that he’d picked up the pace, but I was now hurtling towards a mind-numbing orgasm. Reaching my high, I screamed his name, tumbling quickly into intense pleasure as Luca helped me ride out my orgasm.
All of a sudden, everything stopped.
It felt as though my body had been thrust from a heavenly dream, and instead of being on top of Luca’s lap in our shared living room, having just received an incredible orgasm, Luca was standing in front of me, quirking an eyebrow at me with a silent question, his cocky Cheshire cat grin on his lips.
Shit, shit, shit. Had I just dreamt that?
My cheeks were burning, and I knew I couldn’t hide the panicked look on my face.
“Everything alright?” he asked, one brow cocked, voice deliciously amused.
“Um… yeah… of-of course, why wouldn’t it be?” I responded far too quickly. “Just fell asleep on the couch while watching TV.” Luca glanced at the television, which was off, and simply smiled before turning back to me.
Such a moron, Georgia.
“Of course, sorry I woke you. You were just calling out to… someone, and I wasn’t sure if you were having a nightmare.” If Luca had truly thought I was having a nightmare, he wouldn’t have said that last retort with a grin that could have given the devil a run for its money.
I straightened up, mortified. “Was just dreaming about this weekend’s podium.”
“Oh, well, that makes sense as to why you were calling outmyname then.” He grinned. “Assuming you were congratulating me on getting first place?”
I don’t think that, in the history of my twenty-five years, my cheeks had ever gone that red. For the first time in this fake relationship, I was absolutely dumbfounded. Still, I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t make sure to get the last word in, so I got off the couch with as much gusto as I could manage and looked Luca right in the eye.
“Quite the opposite. I figured since your hands wereempty, you could help me carrymytrophy.” Before he could respond, I headed straight for my room and closed the door loudly. Forget taking my makeup off, I wasn’t coming out of this room until I absolutely had to.
Chapter Eighteen
Georgia
Morning came far too quickly. I sprinted out of my room to the bathroom, showered and changed as speedily as I could, then hurried back, lest I see Luca in the flesh—or towel—again. I wasn’t sure what was more horrifying, the fact that I had a sex dream about Luca or that Luca had caught me having said sex dream about him.
The latter. It was definitely the latter.
Grabbing my Valkyrie bag, I headed to the elevator. “Please be empty. Please be empty,” I quietly prayed to whatever deity might be listening. When the elevator dinged, I looked up at the open doors and realized one thing: I haddefinitelywronged someone in a past life.
There, standing in front of me, were Luca’s parents. As soon as his mother saw me, she put her hand over the doors to stop them from closing as his father eagerly waved for me to join them.
“Georgia!” his mother exclaimed, and I did my best to keep my beaming smile plastered on my face. “You look dashing in this blue Valkyrie skirt. They really do know how to dress you and Lily.”
“Morning,” I responded casually, hopping into the elevator.
Luca’s father flashed me a large grin as he patted me on the back. “We’re glad to see you. Luca said you couldn’t join us for breakfast. Something about you sleeping terribly? Hope you’re feeling better.”
Mortified was the only word that came to mind. I did my best to stop my cheeks from turning red, but I could tell I was blushing when Luca’s mum tilted her head, looking at me with the same gorgeous brown eyes that Luca possessed.
God, this was going to be a long breakfast.
“Um, yes, all good, just needed a solid night’s sleep.”
How can I get out of breakfast with the Rossis?I questioned over and over again. In another universe, I would have died to have breakfast with three-time World Champion Michael Rossi. As a kid, I had his poster hanging on my wall, and now all I could think about was my steamy dream involving his son.
Kill me now.
