“I need to use the ladies' room,” I whisper to Javier, and attempt to unlace our hands.
“Now?”
“Yes. I’ll be fast.”
He sighs with frustration. “When you reach the entry, take a left, and look for the door labeled baño de mujeres.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, then give him a quick peck on the cheek for good measure. Standing, I smile down at the couple seated to my right as I squeeze past their legs to exit the pew.
Curious eyes glance at me as I walk up the aisle with as much poise as I can muster, even though it feels incredibly awkward. When I finally get closer to the end, I look at Luciano, then tip my chin subtly toward the door.
He quirks a brow, but I don’t linger to see if he gives any other reaction. Instead, I push my way past the oversized doors and into the hallway.
Immediately, I’m shrouded in near silence—a stark difference from the room I just left, and for the first time since I got out of the rental car, it feels like I can breathe again.
For a moment, that is.
Exhaling, I turn as the door creaks open and Luciano slips through it. His gaze darkens when he sees me, and he trailshis greedy eyes over my body as he closes the short distance between us.
Crashing his lips into mine, he brings his hand to my throat, wrapping his palm around it as he slams me back against the wall. The air leaves my lungs as he possesses my body, his mouth working with mine in perfect harmony as we sink into a kiss more perfect than the last.
His free hand roams my side, bunching up the soft fabric of my dress by my thigh as he lowers himself to press his hips against mine. “Can you feel what you do to me? Fuck, I want you, Raina.”
“So take me.” Pushing us off the wall, I bite his bottom lip and keep kissing him, using his tie to guide him further down the hall. We bump into another wall, and the momentum takes my breath away. Luciano takes my surprise to his advantage, deepening the kiss as he cages me in. It turns even more frenzied as he paws at my breast with urgency, and a moan rumbles through him.
“I need you.” His kisses move from my mouth to my neck as his hands travel down my body. Grabbing beneath my thigh, he hitches my leg onto his hip and rubs himself against me. As he nuzzles his nose against mine, he growls, “Now.”
My breath catches in my throat as he slides his hand beneath my dress and rubs his knuckles against my clit. Reaching up, I use both hands to pull him back to my lips and kiss him like it’s as essential as the air I breathe.
And it is. Nothing will ever feel as good as kissing Luciano does. It feels like the moment you come home after being locked outside in the cold—warm, familiar, and so incredibly right.
Lifting me by the backs of my thighs, Luciano walks further down the hall with me in his arms. Pulling from his lips, I begin kissing his neck and run my fingers through his hair, still notfully believing this is happening. Seconds later, I hear a door being kicked open.
We walk a few more steps and suddenly he drops me on a leather chair. I have a moment to look around and realize we’re in some sort of office but barely catch my breath before Luciano’s back from locking the door.
Resting one hand on the arm of the chair, he tangles the other through my hair and leans down just enough to catch my lips with his again. “You drive me insane.”
His eyes lock with mine as he sinks to his knees in front of me. Reaching both hands beneath my dress, he loops his fingers through my panties and slowly pulls them down my legs. Once they’re off, he shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it on the floor, then throws my panties on top of it.
Slowly, he rolls up each of his sleeves with pristine precision, his forearms flexing with each turn of the fabric.
“Should we be doing this in here?” I question, giving one more glance at my surroundings.
“I’d say I’ll confess my sins later, but you’re a sin I’ll never ask penance for, Raina.”
My insides melt at his eloquent words, but he doesn’t give me long to bask in the romanticism before he slides his palms beneath my backside and pulls me to the edge of the chair. Hooking my knees over his shoulders, he flips my dress up and lowers himself.
A sharp hiss pushes through my teeth as his mouth suctions around my clit and he uses his tongue to massage the delicate nerves. He kisses the apex of my thighs like he kisses my mouth—sensually, and as if there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing.
“More,” I moan as my entire body begins to tingle, every inch of me igniting under his touch.
My back arches against the chair as he slides a finger into me, pumping in tandem with the movements of his tongue on myclit. Running my fingers through his hair again, I grab onto the back of his head and hold him to me, unabashedly riding his face while he brings me closer and closer to release.
“Please…don’t stop,” I beg. “Luciano, oh my—” Crying out, he pushes another finger into me and picks up his pace, my orgasm trembling through me.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises, massaging my inner walls. I tighten around him, tilting my head up to look at him. His lips glisten with my arousal. “Does my good girl like to be tongue-fucked in the sacristy?”
“You’re a freak.” I laugh, a smile overtaking my face as I slump into the chair.
