“Luca, seriously. I appreciate you helping me. But please go. In fact, if we could just pretend none of this ever happened, that’d be great.”
My throat tightened. “I don’t want to do that.”
“God, I can’t imagine why,” she said, raking her hands down her face. “Especially after I literally turned into a volcano of vomit.”
“Maybe I’m into that sort of thing,” I joked. “You never know.”
That elicited a weak smile from her, and I wondered how much of this she’d remember in the morning. I wasn’t even sure how much Iwantedher to remember. Not because I hadn’t meant what I said. But because I did with every fiber of my being. And that scared the shit out of me.
She looked up at me with her green eyes. The lightness from the concert had been replaced by a penetrating sadness. Even with all of the pain I’d been feeling, I’d have taken on the heaviness of whatever was weighing her down in a heartbeat.
She rolled over on her side, and I ran my fingers along her back and stroked her hair. The only noise came from the soft whir of the ceiling fan overhead.
Finally, she whispered into the darkness. “Thank you.”
The next thing I heard was the sound of her slowed breaths that turned into soft snores as she drifted into sleep.
ELEVEN
McKenzie
Luca’s breathtickled my neck before he sank his teeth into my tender flesh with just the right amount of pressure. His palms slid under my T-shirt, smooth against my back as his fingers expertly found the clasp of my bra.
I let out a little gasp as he freed my breasts, my hands gripping fistfuls of his luscious dark hair.
“The truth is, McKenzie, when I fuck you, I want you to be able to remember every perfect fucking minute of it.” His voice was a low growl against my ear that caused my core to tighten. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” The word came out in a ragged whisper.
“I want you to memorize the way I fuck you,” he said, his thumbs rolling over my nipples. “God, I can’t wait to taste you.”
His name was a prayer on my lips as I begged him to take me. “Please, Luca.”
“You rang?”
I shot up like a lightning bolt, nearly falling off the bed, to find Luca in jeans, a T-shirt, and no shoes standing in the shadows of the doorway to my bedroom.
“Luca!” I scrambled to cover my bare legs with the blanket. Binx glared at me from his spot beside me on the mattress.
“Uh, yeah.” He blinked. “Were you expecting someone else?”
“No…I…of course not.”
My head pounded, and the inside of my mouth felt like a hayfield on fire in the middle of a drought.
“I brought you some water,” he said, nodding toward the nightstand.
“Thanks.” I grabbed the full glass of water, chugging it down despite the protests from my churning stomach.
“I was just about to come get you, actually. I ordered in some coffee, breakfast sandwiches, and a couple pastries.” He stretched and the ripple of his bicep nearly made me drool.
I cleared my throat. “Oh wow. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Thought you might be ready for some food after all that alcohol.” A grin crept across his face. “I figured last night made you work up an appetite.”
Oh.
Oh my God.
