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“Seems like it went very well,” he growls.
“It was so refreshing,” I tell him. “Talking about fun things. I didn’t have to worry people would start arguing any second. There was no tension or awkwardness in there. Well, after I cleared up the stuff with Scarlet, anyway.”
“You’re cute as hell for thinking any of us would hold that against you,” Luca says. “You’re a good person, Ruby. After spending five minutes with you, nobody could doubt that.”
“I still feel horrible,” I whisper.
“Because you’re a good person.” He kisses the edge of my mouth. “Let’s go someplace tonight. Let’s not have the night end here.” He kisses my cheek toward my ear. Blossoms of heat tingle and tease down my neck, coiling around my throat like a necklace. He kisses my neck, breathing hotly. “I know you’re ready. I can feel it. Feel your hot, horny body aching for me.”
I squeeze my hands down on his arms, his muscles throbbing against me. He’s not wrong. I feel ready. However, there’s still this doubt twisting through me, a feeling like I’ll somehow make a fool of myself and ruin it all at the last second.
Pushing that feeling down, I look into his eyes. Without my hair to block my vision, I see so much clearer. “Let’s do it,” I whisper. “I want it—you, Luca. I want you.”
The desire comes from deep inside me, pulsing through my entire body. The only issue is my mind is playing mean games with me, making me think about what it’s going to be like when he guides his huge manhood to my sex. Those moments are tantalizing in my thoughts but also terrifying.
“I told you it would be on silk sheets,” he says with a husky hunger in his voice, smoothing his hand to the small of my back and guiding me down the hallway.
I walk with him, repeating in my head over and over, I want tonight to be special. I want tonight to be special. I want tonight to be special.
In college, for some of the other girls, sex isn’t even the big thing it feels like it is to me. They don’t build it up to some imposing Goliath. They don’t stress about it. They just do it. I wonder if I can be the same and cross that line. Maybe that’s part of the problem. I’m thinking of it as crossing a line, building it up like it’s a task I must complete rather than something I want to do.
I need to listen to the tingling inside me instead. I need to listen to the shimmering need deep in my belly, the tingles that never stop dancing over my skin.
CHAPTER 18
Luca
My dick is solid as we ride the elevator up to our hotel room. As soon as the older gentleman riding with us leaves, the elevator stopping at his floor, I press my woman against the wall and kiss her passionately. I push my hips forward, letting her feel how hard she makes me. Her body blazes through her form-hugging dress, her skin feeling hot and needy.
She presses against my chest when the elevator door opens, staring up at me with her mouth slightly ajar. Her cheeks are redder than her makeup could possibly make them, blazing with her lust.
“You make me so damn hot,” I groan, sliding my hand up the curvy landscape of her thigh and grabbing her hip like the indulgent bastard I am.
She moans and leans up for a kiss. Then I see somebody out of the periphery of my vision, and I take her hand instead, leading her down the hallway to the presidential suite. Inside, she turns in a circle, gazing at the extravagant room.
“Isn’t this a little much?” she says.
I sink my hands greedily, savagely, into her hips, pulling her right up against me. “Nothing is too much for you,” I tell her. “You deserve all of this and more. Oh, fuck, you’re driving me crazy.”
She gasps in that innocent, youthful, horny-as-hell way when I crush her lips in a kiss and push her up against the couch. She falls back, and I hold myself up with one hand, using the other to slide the fabric of her dress up her leg, savoring the feel of her hot skin, her pussy beckoning to me with heat and wetness.
“Uh, uh,” she stutters when I press my hand down on the outside of her underwear. “Oh, heck.”
“I love how fucking soaked you get for me,” I growl. “You can pretend you’re nervous, my perfect historian, but your body tells me otherwise. Your body tells me you want this badly. Your body is aching for me.”
She moans, rocking her hips as I begin to rub. I can feel her swollen folds through her panties. I grab the fabric in a greedy fist and then pull them down.
