He holds me with care like he always does, and we sway together in front of my sink. This feels closer, more intimate than our gala dance, and I never want it to end.
I just want to dance with him in my kitchen forever.
The song ends, and Luca pulls back, cupping my jaw. He stares at my lips, and I like it too much. Closing his eyes, he touches his forehead to mine.
“God, I want to kiss you,” he whispers.
Fear and heat collide in my chest and spread out to my fingertips. Tonight should have scared me off, but it didn’t. Itsodidn’t. Somehow, it’s made me bolder.
“Then kiss me.”
He pulls back, a gentle smile blooming across his lips. He cups the back of my neck, softly kissing my forehead.
Not exactly what I was expecting, but—oh. Another kiss on my nose. And finally, most delicately, he places an even softer one on my lips.
He pulls away, looking deeply into my eyes. “Yes?” he asks.
I nod, needing his taste, his presence.
Letting out a soft grunt, he kisses me again, deeper this time. More sensual. My body buzzes with pleasure and need, and I plaster myself to him, made dizzy by the press of his body against mine. His arms tighten around me, and in my head, I chantsafety, safety, safety.
He’s sosafe.
Maybe that sounds vanilla to some people, but it is the sexiest feeling in the world as far as I’m concerned.
Our kiss goes on for a long time, and pulling away from him is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
“Oh wow,” I breathe, feeling floaty and dreamy. “I’ve never been kissed like that before.”
I touch my fingertips to my mouth, tracing where his lips met mine. Slowly I bring my eyes to Luca’s, and his easy smile makes my heart thump harder and harder.
He leans in for a quick kiss on my cheek and whispers, “Grazie, tesoro mio.”
My eyes widen at the sentiment.His treasure.My fingers curl around his lapels, and I kiss him again. Everything in my body wants everything—everything—about his body. Even though it’s only kissing, I’ve never been so hard in my life.
I shift my hips, needing…I don’t know. Just…needing. I gasp when I brush against his cock and find him just as hard. I stumble back, shocked by my own forwardness.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” I whisper.
“No, no, no,” he says, his voice gentle. “Whatever this look is, don’t. Don’t judge anything. Don’t freak out. There’s a high likelihood your body wants something your mind isn’t ready for, and that’s okay. You already know how I feel, and I’m not out here with a stopwatch.”
I nod, my heart pounding as my fingers and toes tingle with the desire to hold and be held. Every part of me wants to invite Luca upstairs and spend some time alone with him.
I want to. Isowant to, but I can’t.
Not yet.
Luca’s been letting me manage the pace, never once pressuring me, and I don’t know why he’s being so patient with me.
“Thank you for understanding,” I say, heat rising on my cheeks.
He guides my chin up, and my heart plummets at the line between his brows. God, I amsucha virgin.
“Stop saying that like I’m putting up with something awful. I’m not putting up with anything. I’m not waiting, I’m not checking the clock, I’m not bemoaning the affections of a beautiful man who needs a little time. Hell, little bird, we just had the ultimate old Hollywood movie kiss. I’ll be swooning about it for hours.Days.”
I peek out at him between my lashes. “Really?”
He nods, one hundred percent confident. “Really. Do I want to lay you out beneath me and pull pleasure from your body until you beg me to stop? Yes. Do I care when that happens? No, I do not.”