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He places his fingertip to my back door and says, “Stai godendo?” and it’s like he’s set off a bomb.
“Luca!” I shout.
He immediately covers my mouth, reminding me we aren’t alone here. After giving me a few moments to catch my breath, he quickly withdraws and pulls my chest forward. Bracing one hand on my shoulder, he pushes his magnificent cock between my breasts. “Push them together for me, baby.”
I eagerly comply and watch, fascinated, as his crown pops up between my breasts again and again. Leaning forward, I open my mouth, dropping my tongue down to swipe the precum off of his tip as he thrusts forward.
“Succhialo tutto,” he says in a commanding tone. “Fuck. Ti sborro in bocca.”
Holy crap, between the sight of him doing this and the erotic sound of his Italian words, I’m close to having another one.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groans. “Sto venendo.” He quickly pulls back, wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking aggressively until he spurts ropes and ropes of his release on my chest. It’s like shock and awe, making me fall apart beneath him.
“Adesso, ho marcato il mio territorio.”
“What?” I pant.
“Now I’ve marked my territory.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Jillian
Awakening in Luca’s arms,I have to take a few moments to ensure this is really happening. That last night wasn’t all a dream. I feel him stir beneath me and bury my face in his chest to avoid starting the morning giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Good morning.” The delicious timbre of his voice coats me like a blanket. One I never want to crawl out from under.
“Morning.” It’s still dark through the window shades. I’d planned to get up early so he could get on his way before the kids woke up. But now I can’t think of anything I want less. While I’m not ready to share with my kids that Luca had a sleepover, my mind is reeling in an attempt to get him to stay. That this wasn’t just a one and done.
“My girl is so quiet in the morning.” His gravelly voice is so intoxicating, I almost miss hearing it.My girl.
“Luca, I don’t think I want to let the kids know you spent the night here. They already have such an attachment to you.”
He’s quiet. I’m worried I offended him, but he has to know it’s not smart. Especially if he’s not interested in a relationshipwith me. “I just need a few more minutes wrapped up in you, Jill. So, I can burn the feel of you into my soul.”
God. This man does things to me. Makes me entertain things that aren’t smart. That could get us all hurt.
“I just want to lie here, imagining we’re on the beach. Listening to Bob Marley sing.” His embrace tightens, and a warmth caresses my skin as if we were under the summer sun together. “One love. One Heart,” he sings above me as he traces circles on my back. I can’t help but smile into his chest as he hums the remainder of the chorus.
“I’d love that.” My eyes grow heavy, imagining the possibility. Lying with him on the soft sand, listening to the waves crash.
“One day, Cucciolotta.” His fingers continue to dance. “Until then, I’ll meet you there in my dreams.”
I awake with a start. Trying to get my bearings, I spring up and discover I’m alone in the guestroom.
Was that all a dream?
There’s no sign of Luca. Flopping back down on my pillow, I consider whether I’m finally losing it and roll over onto my side when it hits me. That clean pine scent he was wearing. This was definitely real.
Jeez. I must have drifted back to sleep. No surprise given the long day I’d had before the vigorous after dark activities began. I didn’t expect when I told him I was wary of the kids seeing him, he’d sneak out right away.
Sliding out of bed, I quickly find my nightgown before straightening the bed and heading downstairs to shower. I’ll take care of the linens later. I quietly head past the kids’ rooms, grateful it’s still early enough they haven’t begun to stir.
I reach into the shower and start the warm water before turning toward the mirror. Last night was one of the hottest nights of my life. I should be glowing, not feeling disappointed. But he left while I was sleeping. No note. No goodbye. It’s as if he’s confirming this was nothing more than a hookup.
Stepping into the hot spray, I lather up and rinse the memories of our erotic night together down the drain. I hope it’s not a metaphor for how things will go between us in the future. But he’s made his intentions clear, whether I want to believe them or not.
Get a grip, Jilly.Enjoy the fact he made you feel alive for the first time in forever. You have enough on your plate. Don’t go looking for more problems.
