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Still, it’s been a while since I’ve had a trim, come to think of it, and even longer since my last mani-pedi. It’s amazing how I hadn’t considered having any of this done in the past, but now I can’t wait to get to the salon.
As it turns out, there are perks to this lifestyle. I was so hesitant to indulge back when I first went shopping with Guilia, and now I’m happily anticipating a little pampering. Maybe I am finally getting used to this.
By the time I leave the boutique with a bag in hand, hours after parting ways with Luca, I feel like a new woman. My freshly painted nails stand out a vibrant red against the white handles, and I can’t help but flip my freshly blown-out waves over my shoulders as I walk back to the house. Every time I pass a window, I have to look and admire.
Considering Luca’s eyeballs nearly fall out of his head when I walk into the living room, I’d say it was well worth it. “You look incredible. Holy shit.” He looks me up and down, smiling as he crosses the room and takes hold of me. “Forget my plans for tonight. We’re gonna stay right here in front of the fireplace.”
“Need anything else right now, boss?” Pete asks, and Luca dismisses him. I thank him for escorting me as he heads over to the guest house, which is bigger than some of the homes my friends lived in back in high school. Everything the Santoro family does is on a grand scale.
Luca is on me the instant we’re alone, pawing at my clothes with his face buried against my neck. “Fuck, you smell good. What did they use on your hair? I’m going to have to buy you a lifetime supply,” he groans out.
“I’m afraid you would never be able to get anything else done if you did.”
His hands are already under my sweater, working the hooks on my bra. “Maybe I’ll retire early,” he decides, pulling my hips tight against him, squeezing my ass as he backs me up until we’re in front of the fireplace, where a thick throw rug lays. He pulls me down until we’re on our knees. I’m wet, my heart is racing with anticipation, and I’m just as eager to get him out of his clothes as he is to get me out of mine.
“So fucking beautiful.” As soon as my sweater is over my head, he pulls my bra away, cupping my breasts and lifting them as he lowers his head to close his lips around one nipple. Then he moves to the other while I run my fingers through his hair and claw at his back.
“Oh God,” I moan out when he scrapes his teeth over my sensitive flesh.
“I like the sound of that.” His dark eyes flash with desire as he lowers me to my back, and I lift my hips so he can take off my jeans, trembling in anticipation. “Calling me God is something I could get used to.”
My giggling is cut short by the sweep of his tongue over my lower belly, then he takes the waistband of my thong in his teeth and begins slipping it down my legs. Propping myself on my elbows, I watch him, completely wrapped up in the erotic sight. He takes his time, building the already unbearable tension. When he glances up at me, the heat in his eyes tells me he’s craving me. The animal is beneath the surface, one he’s barely in control of.
Then, with a growl, he tosses the thong aside and forces my legs as far apart as I can get them before feasting on me. There’s nothing to do but fall back with a moan and give myself to him.
* * *
“Shit.”
I barely stir myself from the drowsiness, lifting my head from his chest. “What? What’s wrong?” I ask in a voice thick with sleep.
“I just saw the clock on the mantle.” He groans. “You have a way of making me lose track of time.”
I look up from the nest of throw blankets he made after I screamed the house down earlier. The clock reads six forty-five. “No way,” I mumble, even though it shouldn’t come as a surprise. Night has fallen between my third and final orgasm and now. “We’ve been here for hours. I didn’t think I fell asleep.”
“I’m going to need you to do something for me.” He sits up like he’s in a hurry, kissing my forehead before standing. “I’m going to head up and take a quick shower, and then I have a couple of appointments I need to keep. I’ll be back by eight. When I get here, I expect you to be ready.”
“Ready for what?” I ask, wrapping one of the blankets around me as we gather our clothes from where we discarded them all over the room, then head upstairs.
“For our special night,” he reminds me. “You did buy something special today, I assume?”
He has no idea. The anticipation of his reaction makes my pulse pick up speed. “Yep. I can’t wait to try it on for you.”
“I can’t wait to see it.” He’s already in the bathroom but leaves the door open while turning on the shower. “I’ll be back at eight like I said. On the dot.”
“I’ll be ready,” I promise. Whatever this is all about, it’s important enough to make Lucas obsess over me being ready on time. I’m the first person to admit I am not always punctual when it comes to preparing for a special night, but it’s not like I make it a habit of being late.
As soon as he leaves, I clip my hair up and draw a hot bath, soaking in the deep tub for twenty minutes. When I catch a look at myself in the mirror, the smile I’m wearing makes it grow wider. I’m happy and completely in love.
If only it could always be like this. If only we could live here forever, away from the family and danger. We could be so happy here for the rest of our lives. I’m sure of it.
Finishing my sexy smoky eye makeup, I shimmy into the short, tight, red dress I bought for the occasion. It’s sexy as hell, only falling halfway down my thighs, held up with thin straps. He’ll love the low-cut neckline. I would never consider anything like this if it wasn’t for him, knowing how he would react. I bought a black cashmere cardigan to go over it in case we’re actually going someplace tonight, and I want to look somewhat presentable, but for now, I’ll leave it off to give him the full effect.
After sliding into a pair of black stilettos, I step back from the mirror and chew my lip, checking myself out one last time. He’ll be here in around fifteen minutes. At least he won’t be able to say I’m taking too long getting ready.
As if by magic, his footsteps ring out downstairs while I’m thinking about him. “You’re early!” I shout, laughing. “But the joke’s on you. I’m ready, just like you wanted me to be.”
He doesn’t answer. “Luca?” I call out, and before the name is even out of my mouth, I want to slap myself. “Sorry. Pete? Bruno? Everything okay?”
