“McKenzie,” he said as I kicked off my shoes, my hands desperately working the buttons on his shirt. I nearly sighed in relief when I got to run my fingers over his smooth bare chest. It was firm and taut and warm against my skin.
“Yes.” My reply came as I turned my back to him and guided him toward the zipper of my dress.
He trailed kisses across my shoulders as he slid the spaghetti straps down one by one. His fingertips grazed the bare skin of my back before finally coming to rest just above my hips.
“Are you sure?” he asked, tugging on the zipper, his mouth on my neck.
“Yes,” I cried again, tilting my head to give him better access.
The silky fabric of my dress gave way, and it crumpled to the floor, leaving me wearing nothing but a pair of black lacy panties that made my butt look amazing. I may or may not have coordinated my undergarments based on my sheer delusional hope that a moment like this would occur.
His hands slid down my sides and cupped my ass, his fingers digging into my soft flesh.
“McKenzie,”Luca practically growled my name. “I need to hear you say it. Are you sure?”
My heart nearly stopped. My mind traveled back to the dream I’d had about him the night I’d gotten hammered and woken up with him in my house. It was a fantasy I’d revisited often since that night, though there were different variations of it. But no matter how I found myself falling into his arms, he always said“The truth is, McKenzie, when I fuck you, I want you to be able to remember every perfect fucking minute of it.”
This wasn’t a dream, and I was damn sure going to remember every single second.
“Yes.” I faced him then, and his eyes traveled down my bare chest like a viper about to strike. “I want you.”
“But—” he began to say when I cut him off, already fumbling with his belt.
“Do you want to have a conversation right now, or do you want to fuck me?” I asked. “Because I know which one I want.”
His eyes darkened in a way I hadn’t seen before, setting my core on fire. He helped me finish removing his belt, chucking it to the side.
“I know what I want,” Luca murmured, sliding one hand around my neck, his lips crushing against mine while his other hand took care of the button and fly on his pants. I hooked my greedy fingers through his belt loops and shoved them down.
“Are you sure?” I asked, tossing his own words back at him, taking him in my hand through the cotton of his boxer briefs.
He groaned and bucked against my hand but didn’t once drop my gaze.
“I knowexactlywhat I want.” His voice was husky and low and deep, stirring parts of me I didn’t know existed. He was so close he could have owned my mouth, but he didn’t. He waited. Instead, he grinned against me, the warmth of his breath making my skin tingle. One hand gripped my jaw while the other found my breast, rolling his thumb over my nipple as I whimpered against his mouth.
I’d never wanted anyone more.
“Then take it.” I was practically begging. “Takeme.”
In one fluid movement, Luca lifted me off the hardwood floor and placed me on the bed. He nudged my legs open, taking one of my feet in his hand. He trailed wet kisses from my ankle, up my calf, and to my thigh. The closer he got to my fiery center, the more I craved his touch.
He crouched at my core, releasing a hot breath over the fabric of my panties.
“Luca,” I said, his name a pleading whisper on my lips.
With a devilish smile, he hooked his fingers over the lace and dragged them down my legs slowly before tossing them aside.
He drank me in as I laid there, exposed and vulnerable.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he rasped.
Even through the darkness, I could see there was something more than lust in his eyes. Something soft, something gentle. I’d seen glimmers of it before; that night at The Piccadilly Deli, then in that cozy tavern after he’d signed the lease on the house. It had even been there earlier that day when he was at my place with Emilia. He’d been on the verge of sayingsomething.I just never imagined it would end up like this, with me having him the way I craved him.
“You’re not so bad yourself, you know,” I said, my voice catching at the end. I sat up, my hands traveling the length of his body until they reached the last piece of clothing separating us. My fingers grazed his skin just above the elastic, teasing him before I slid it down, revealing every last inch of him.
“Fuck,” he moaned as I took him in my hand, moving in slow, languid strokes. “God, that feels good.”
I tightened my grip, making his eyes roll back. “You have no idea how goodIcan feel.”
