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Heat throbs through me as Luca growls. I can never resist him when he looks like that, and I never want to try.
His gaze is heavy, filled with need, tempting me as he notches his chin up and licks his lips, sending tingles flowing over my skin. It’s not simply knowing he wants me, it’s that Luca wants me so badly that he can’t stop himself. I take away all his common sense, pushing him to the brink, and he’s moments away from throwing himself at me.
I carefully put down the pepper grinder. The salad will be fine; it’s the frittata that I'm worried about.
I have a brief second to check the timer, turning as Luca clears the space between us in three long steps.
And suddenly he’s here, looking up at me, his braid swaying behind him as he swings his arms around my neck and tugs me to his lips, connecting us again.
I drop to him instantly, the food briefly forgotten. The moment he stepped through my front door, it became a fight to act like a real couple instead of sweeping him into my arms and pulling him to the bedroom. I wanted to do this properly for him, to create an atmosphere of romance, but the sight of Luca in tight black jeans and an open blue silk shirt is so distracting that I ran to the kitchen to stop myself from spoiling the evening by making love to him straight away.
And spontaneity is Luca's specialty, not mine.
There's still the slightest jolt of surprise when his tongue flicks mine, but it quickly gives way to pleasure as I sink into him.
The small flutter of nerves dissipates as I reach for his ass. It's an easy journey, and Luca is always there for me to take.
My hands cup him, fitting perfectly like they always do. Relief flows through me in a wave, a moan bubbling up from my chest.
I sometimes worry he could revert back to the old Luca, the angrier Luca that would taunt me whenever we worked together, though my doubts never stay for long. Because he does everything he can to fasten himself to me. He rises on his toes as I lower to meet him, deepening our kiss, falling into his touch.
Using his body weight, he traps me against the counter, and I soften into his kiss. His cock is firm on my thigh and I'm ready to take him, however he likes.
I trace one hand up his spine, pressing against the centre of his back. I want him closer. I always want him closer. Because Luca is all I need.
He pulls back from my lips, his eyes wild, his pale skin brushed with clouds of pink lust. “Where are your glasses?” he says, already panting, a slow grin creasing his lips.
I don't attempt to speak when my throat is dry and my tongue is wet with the taste of him. It's easier to simply nod towards the kitchen table. I just hope he doesn’t think I'm weird, even though he's just seen me wearing them. Without them, everything behind Luca is blurry, but I don't mind. I like it when he’s the only thing I can see.
The frittata should be done soon, and I've reset the timer so it won’t burn. Even though I can’t wait for him to taste the food, I really can’t resist him when he’s so worked up and obviously ready for me.
“Come on, baby,” he says with a low roll of his voice. “I need to see them on you again.” Luca bites his lip, stroking the line of my neck as he drops his arm. I push my chest out, wanting more of him as one hand trails between us, his thumb catching my nipple. I suck in a breath as his other hand rings my wrist and holds me.
My muscles relax, rightness settling over me; I’ll follow him anywhere now that he’s kissed me silly. He twists on one foot to lead me over to the table with such a serious look in his eyes that I’m melting already.
It’s a rustic piece I found cheap online, light wood worn smooth over years of use. It came with four sturdy chairs, one of which Luca hooks his foot around and kicks away from the table. Spinning on two legs, and it lands in the perfect position for him to line me up against it.
“Put your ass on the chair, baby. I need you looking up at me,” he says, desire splashed across his face.
It’s strange how I used to be so unnerved by him and now all I want is for him to use his special powers on me.
I land easily on the flat seat; the chair creaking under my weight. Luca knows what he's doing in these situations. I'm learning more and more how to treat him right, and, for some reason, he loves my awkward attempts at seducing him. I can't imagine being this confident with anyone else. Luca brings it out of me.
“What are you planning?” I say, my hands automatically rounding his hips, craning my neck. Any other words are lost as he leans over my shoulder, brushing his chest against my nose, my muscles relaxing as his clean scent surrounds me.
It's just the smell of his clothes, nothing entirely unique, but it's as if I've trained myself to respond to every aspect of him. I've spent so long loving him from afar that such simple things still make me dizzy. An easy inhale and I'm his.
“You’ll see,” he says, his lips skimming my ear, and his grin shows in his voice.
Bent at the hip, Luca’s shirt falls forward as he grips my shoulder, and I catch the sleek lines of his chest disappearing beneath blue silk.
Luca rocks back, my glasses hanging off of the tip of his finger, rising over me like a king in command. “You’ve got to put these back on you or I swear I'm going to go insane,” he hums.
I pluck my glasses from his finger, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I love him when he looks seconds away from devouring me.
My hands only shake once as I lift my glasses, dipping my chin to hook them over my ears. I lift my head to meet his eyes, amusement curling through me as he moans sweetly. It's always the strangest things that turn him on. The hand on my shoulder slides to my neck, his thumb pressed to the beating vein under my ear.
I use my middle finger to push the glasses up my nose, seating them on the bridge, waiting for his reaction as I draw it out, going as slowly as I can, never breaking my gaze, winding him up in a way I didn't know was possible until we made love for the first time. His bottom lip drops open and a deep sigh echoes from the back of his throat as he shifts close, inspecting me. I drop my hand to make space for him, all his attention is fixed on me.
