“You’re courageous. I like that.”
Her spine felt like it was being infused with iron. His vote of confidence, seeing herself as he did, couldn’t help but make her glow with warmth.
“Why?”
“You faced your grief head on. You sacrificed to care for your father. And now, you’re here, married to me, because it’s the chance for a second start to life. That’s brave, Allegra.”
“Marrying you was a drunken accident,” she said, shrugging. “But I agree, we’ve both made the best of it.”
As if to underscore that, she shifted her hips, pressing down on his arousal and groaning as his hard cock throbbed at her sex. “Luca,” she whispered with urgency, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. “I want this. You. I want this to happen.”
“I know,” he said, darkly, pressing a hand to the back of her head so her head dropped to his, his mouth claiming hers, his tongue a welcome, overpowering invasion of her senses. “But not tonight.”
It took a moment for his words to filter through her sensually addled brain. “What?” She pulled back just far enough to look at him.
“There are other things you need to experience first,cara.Other pleasures you should feel, to make you ready.”
“I am ready. I’m twenty four.”
“That’s immaterial.”
“Luca—you agreed?—,”
“And I still agree,” he said, and now, his hands on her hips were strong and confident, as he lifted her easily. She grumbled a complaint, as he stood, and she wanted to cry out with frustration. But he was not leaving the spa.
Instead, he slid his hands into the elastic of her panties and began to slide them down her legs, his eyes slightly mocking as they held hers, as though he perfectly understood howdesperately she wanted him. Shivers ran through her at his touch, the contrast between his hands, the water; she was aware of every little thing, every sensation.
He placed her reverently on the edge of the hot tub, standing now between her legs, eyes hooked to hers, before he dropped his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth, circling it with his tongue then sucking it deep so she arched her back and stared at the inky black sky, pleasure unfurling inside of her even then. But it was nothing compared to the ecstatic joy she felt as his mouth moved lower and claimed the space between her legs, his tongue flicking her first then moving with purpose and speed, and a perfect pressure, until she was exploding in a way that was new and terrifying. Terrifying for how all-consuming she found it, for how utterly, absolutely addictive this pleasure felt. For how, even in that moment, she was cognisant that she might never get enough of this.
Her mind,the next morning, was hazy. She couldn’t remember where she was at first, nor why the bed was moving. She blinked her eyes open, frowning at the unfamiliar setting, before her gaze landed on the circular window and she remembered Luca’s yacht. And then, it all came hurtling back to her. The hot tub, the pleasure he’d inflicted on her with his mouth and his hands, until she was quite spent, and he’d carried her wet body through the boat, to an enormous bathroom, where they’d showered together and he’d once again kissed her until she was losing herself and her mind utterly to this.
He'd towelled her dry, and brought her to a bedroom. He’d left her though, to fall asleep, and she’d presumed he’d slept elsewhere, but a noise alerted her to the fact he was beside her, sitting up, a book in his hand.
Book.
Her mouth went dry.
Hell.
She’d thought he was sexier than sin already. He’d proven that to be true. But somehow, the sight of his sitting up, bare chested,reading,made her whole body catch fire.
“Buongiorno,”he said, closing the book but holding it in his hands, so she could see the cover. Andy Weir. She’d read it already, and loved it.
“Hi.”
She waited for embarrassment, or shyness. After all, the things he’d done to her body last night had certainly been new for her. But there was nothing. Nothing other than a heavy, pleasant sense of contentment.
“Okay?”
She nodded once, propping up on one elbow, using her hand to tuck the sheet around her.
“We’re still on the boat.”
He nodded.
“But we should go back to the house?”
He glanced towards the window, frowning. “It’s certainly expected.”
