Page 43 of Flawed

He leans closer, kisses my cheek, then forehead, then repositions his mouth in front of mine. Heat rushes to my face, and he admits, "I can't stop myself from wanting what I can't have. And every glimpse I get of you only makes my obsession worse."

His words are cruel. I wonder how the universe can put two people in each other's lives who are so right yet so impossibly wrong for each other.

He drops his voice, staring at my mouth. "I shouldn't be here."

I squeeze my thighs together, hating how his mere presence turns me on after all these months. My agreeance comes out weak. "No, you shouldn't."

His erection pushes into my stomach, expanding the ache between my legs. There have been too many dreams of Luca. And too many nights feeling like I may explode out of my skin from him not touching me.

The fire in his dark eyes glows like a wild animal ready to bite into its prey. It breaks my resolve. I should make him leave, but like every time we're in the same room, I can't escape his magnetic pull.

"Tell me to leave, stellina. Tell me right now, or I'm kissing you. I'm warning you that if you don't tell me to go, I'm staying the night. I promise you, everything you're thinking about me doing to you, I'm going to do ten times better than I did previously," he threatens.

My insides quiver with anticipation and too many hormones. The dull voice in my head weakens with every inhale of Luca's scent. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

He cocks his eyebrows, challenging me, "Say it before you regret me more."

Oxygen seems to escape my lungs. My chest rises and falls faster with every passing moment.

He kisses the curve of my neck, mumbling, "Five."

I squirm between the wall and him.

He presses his lips to the middle of my neck. "Four."

Sensations explode all over me like fireworks on a hot summer night. I whimper, gripping his shirt.

"Three," he murmurs, flicking his tongue on my lobe, then lightly sucking it.

"Oh God," I whisper, my knees wobbling.

He drags his knuckles down my cheek while kissing my forehead. "Two."

I barely hear myself say, "Luca."

He pauses in front of me, pinning his fiery gaze on me, daring me to tell him to leave.

I can't. He's peanut butter in a trap, and I'm the mouse. I wanted him before our previous encounters. None of that matters anymore. Right now, it's not about my wants.

It's about need.

The longing for his touch never goes away. It only gets harder the longer we're apart. So I tell myself the same thing I told myself all those months ago.

Just one more time.

When I don't object, he ruins me further. His lips take ownership of me. His tongue flawlessly dances with mine, doing nothing to extinguish the fire between us.

His fingers move between us, unbuttoning my coat, and I freeze.

The baby.

I'm barely showing.

What if he guesses?

He retreats from our kiss, clenches his jaw, and frets, "Do you want me to stop?"

I blurt out, "I've gained some weight."

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