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"Good. If you need anything, my room is right next door. Sleep well. We have a lot to do in the morning." He leaned over and laid a soft, chaste kiss on her forehead before sneaking out of the room and turning off the light.
Luca walked the five steps to his room, closed the door and headed into the bathroom. When he flipped the hot water on, steam started to fill the room. He stripped his shirt off and reached to unbuckle his belt. Turned on was an understatement; his erection poked and throbbed against the restraint of his underwear. Tonight, had not gone as planned. He had planned to come home and relax in front of the fireplace after a long day at work with a glass of whiskey. Rescuing his girl from a series of messes caused by nothing less than irresponsibility wasn't part of that plan.
His girl.
His.
When did he start thinking of Teagan as his? Never in his life had Luca rushed into anything. He was the leader for a reason. Calm under pressure, plans for every situation that could arise, and a firm unwavering resolve was what he was known for. It made him a damn good dominant, too.
Falling for a woman this fast was not within his character. He wondered if this was what his grandma had meant when she'd said 'when you find the right one, you will know.' He knew. Teagan was the right one. But, God did she drive him nuts. Pulling his pants and underwear down over his hips, he stepped out and into the water, thinking of the kiss against the wall.
He closed his eyes and saw her before him, her hazel eyes frosted over with lust. He imagined what he would have done if they had already been together—removing her shirt and freeing her perfect, handful sized breasts, bending to nip at her nipples. Luca stroked his cock as the water coursed over his body and allowed himself to give in to the fantasy. He bent Teagan over the couch, pounding into her from behind, her hot, welted ass brushing against the hair of his thighs.
"When Daddy's girl is bad, she doesn't get to orgasm," he muttered out loud, increasing the speed of his hand until falling against the back wall of the shower, his orgasm bursting from the tip of his penis.
Damn.
Normally, after orgasming, there was a sense of satiation. He wasn't sated. Not one little bit. If anything, he was more frustrated. The real thing was on the other side of his bedroom wall, and he was jerking off in the shower. He wanted more than his hand and a fantasy. He wanted her.
