Page 21 of Flawed

I'd normally stop this conversation if any woman asked me these questions. Something about Chanel makes me want to answer them. So I tell her, "I love kids."

"Do you have any?"

I turn it on her, responding, "No, I don't. Do you want kids?"

A moment passes, and she says, "Yeah. I've always wanted a family."

I offer, "God forbid I ever have a girl. I'd lock her up for eternity to protect her against all the filth out there."

"What about a boy? What would you do if you had a boy?" she asks.

I smile then confess, "Teach him to be a better man than I am."

She doesn't speak.

I worry I've scared her again. So I kiss the top of her head and return to staring at the ceiling. "It's late. Go to sleep so you can get better."

There are too many ticks from the clock to know how much time passes. Her thumb stops sweeping over the same spot on my skin, so I figure she's asleep.

At the same time I look down, she tilts her head up. In the dim light, she's never looked more beautiful. She's a radiant creature glowing against the darkness.

My heart races, beating faster than the ticks of the clock. She opens her mouth to speak, shuts it, then opens it again. She does that several times until I can't handle it anymore.

The final straw breaks. I mutter, "Did you forget my warning?"

She blinks, nervously exhales, then slides two fingers over my lips.

I freeze, fighting all my demons to stop myself before this goes any further. I swallow hard and assert, "I'm not a man to be teased, stellina. So you need to decide what will happen between us next, because if you don't tell me to stop, I'm done being a gentleman for the rest of the night."

She moves her hand against my cheek. It trembles. Instead of telling me to stop, she surprises me again. She slides over me, holds her face an inch from mine, and opens her mouth. She closes it then stares at me.

I don't move, but the ticking of the clock fades, and the only thing I can hear is my heartbeat as her ragged, hot breath merges into mine.

She gingerly presses her lips to mine, and there's no more holding back or doubt in my mind.

She's meant to be mine.

Tonight and always.

4

Chanel

Every partof me is trembling. Luca's freshly showered, but his fading weed and alcohol scent wafts around me like a tornado. His hard, warm body feels safe and familiar, yet dangerous and forbidden. And the way his lips and tongue caress mine is so intense, I'm borderline dizzy. But his palm on my bare ass and his fist in my hair, gripping me like I'm his to possess, only add to the fire I tried so hard to ignore.

"Luca," I mumble, inhaling his breath, then swirling my tongue back into his mouth.

"Hmm?" he replies, tugs my head back, and leaves a trail of kisses on my neck.

"Oh God," I manage to get out, shuddering harder.

Is this how it was the night we were together?

No. This feels even better.

He pulls my breast into his mouth, and I arch into him, whimpering. Zings shoot to my core, increasing the ache between my thighs. I widen my legs and slide my heat over the tip of his cock, but he grabs my hips.

Luca lowers himself onto his back then pushes me into a sitting position. He kisses my stomach then looks up, pinning his dark, hot-blooded stare on me.

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