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He smirked against my throat. “Ask politely.”
Cocky bastard.
“Pl-please.”
“Please, what?”
Did he expect me to beg for this? Torturously, Luca continued to move in and out of me at a snail’s pace.
“Please, Luca.” I tried to sound forceful, but my words came out as a pathetic plea, much to Luca’s delight. “Fuck me harder.”
“That’s my good girl,” he purred.
His pace changed. Fast, deep, relentless. My hands flew to his back, nails dragging down his skin as I cried out. Every thrust hit the exact spot inside me that made my vision blur.
When his hand slid down and began to circle my clit, I shattered. Each thrust hit that spot inside me that drove me wild. Soon enough, I felt the coiled tension snap and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
My body clenched around him as I came, a strangled cry escaping my throat. I tried to muffle the sound, palm pressed against my lips, but Luca tugged it away.
“I want this whole fucking boat to know that you’re mine.”
That was it. That was all it took. With one final thrust, he groaned my name, spilling into the condom as his forehead pressed against mine.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room were our ragged breaths and the soft whir of the ocean breeze against the windows. He stood and padded into the bathroom, returning with a warm towel, cleaning me up with gentle hands. I tried to sit up, but he tugged me down again, guiding my body onto his chest.
“I-I can go, let you get some sleep.”
“Oh no you don’t,amore. You promised me a painting.” Luca grinned, pulling me closer to him. “But since you’re probably quite tired from that incredible workout I just gave you, I can settle for some cuddles instead.”
I crawled higher up his body, draping myself across him like a blanket. “Who knew F1’s notorious bachelor was such a cuddler?”
He chuckled, stroking a lazy hand down my spine. “And who knew F1’s most dominant driver was such a good girl in bed?”
“Don’t let it get to your head.”
“What? Me?” Luca playfully gasped. “I can’t help it. I have an amazing woman in my arms. What’s not to gloat about?”
His words tugged at my heart. With the majority of my past dates, it had been the opposite. They didn’t want a dominant, confident woman who was more talented than them in their bed, but here was Luca, ready to boldly proclaim it to the world. Snuggling with him, I couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of comfort and security.
We drifted into silence, bodies tangled. “Thank you, Luca,” I whispered. “Thank you for this week. It’s been amazing. Just what I needed.”
His smile was quiet, but it reached all the way to his eyes. “Me too,amore. Me too.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Georgia
I was jolted awake on Friday morning by a low, rhythmic noise behind me, something between a sigh and a sleepy groan. For a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was. My body was warm, too warm, and the air was full of a scent entirely unfamiliar but deeply comforting.
I blinked my eyes open.
I was still in Luca’s bed.
We were still tangled in his bed, his arm looped tightly around my waist, his body molded perfectly to mine. And very much hard against me. Memories of last night surfaced.
I want this whole fucking boat to know that you’re mine.
I knew he’d probably only meant it in the heat of the moment. Still, my heart wanted to believe the words held weight outside this cabin. Because the truth was, wrapped in Luca’s arms, warm and safe, I wasn’t sure I wanted this to be temporary anymore. What we’d built this week didn’t feel fake. It felt maddeningly, frighteningly real.
