Page 101 of Privilege

“Get back here right now,” Renzo muttered.

Lucia’s teasing laughter colored up the hotel room as she jumped on the bed, and just out of his grasp. She tossed him a sexy smile over her shoulder, and threw another piece of popcorn at him. He managed to duck this one at least. He took the time to enjoy the sight of her standing on the bed in his clothes, her bare legs smooth, golden and silky. Every single time she moved, he got the nicest peek of her ass and the heaven between her thighs.

Because yeah, she wasn’t even wearing panties.

She was nothing but fun and sin like this. His good time, ride or fucking die. It kind of hit him right in the chest all at once. Sure, he knew it. He fucking said it. He loved this girl like nobody could ever possibly know. No one would ever understand the way just looking at her made his chest tight, and his heart fucking explode.

Sure.

He knew it.

He said it.

But it was that moment right there when Renzo really understood what it all meant to him. That he would do anything for this girl. Die for this fucking girl. Love her to the ends of the earth and back if that’s what she needed from him. He would do it. All of it. And he would never even question it.

God.

Somebody loved him.

Someone was looking out for him.

Maybe that was the gift of Lucia Marcello. Maybe she was his reward for everything that had happened in his life up until this point. She was the thing he was given to make up for literally everything else.

Lucia smiled down at him. “What?”

Renzo laughed. “What?”

“Nothing. You just went still, and … stared at me.”

“I can’t stare at you, princess?”

She rolled her eyes, and threw a whole handful of popcorn at him that time. Renzo didn’t even try to duck the mess coming his way. The popcorn sprinkled over his head and shoulders before falling to the floor. They’d made a mess with the whole popcorn fight, but that was fine. He didn’t mind picking it up. Especially if she helped, and that meant he got to stare at her pretty ass every time she bent over to pick stuff up.

Yeah, shit.

His mind went back there quick.

“You’re doing it again,” Lucia said in a sing-song way. “Staring at me like that, I mean.”

Renzo shrugged. “I was just thinking about how much I love you, actually.”

Lucia blinked. Her shoulders relaxed, and her grip on the bowl of popcorn softened just enough to give him an opening. He took the chance without thinking, jumping onto the bed before she even realized what he was doing. Yanking the bowl out of her grasp with one hand, and locking his arm around her waist with the other, Lucia’s laughter echoed in the room as he took them both down to the bed. It made an even bigger mess, sure. Popcorn everywhere.

He didn’t regret it at all.

Not when he had her tight body under him, moving in the very best way. He hadn’t bothered to pull his clothes back on after their shower. Besides, she took his shirt anyway, and he didn’t see the point in getting dressed. Not when he was liable to spend the rest of his night trying to keep Lucia out of her clothes.

His head tipped down, and he caught her mouth in a bruising kiss. Those hands of hers slipped down his chest as her thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, dragging him even closer. The sensations of her nails dragging lines down his skin while her naked sex ground against his hardening cock made him crazy.

So fucking insane.

It never failed to amaze him how every touch from this woman felt like the first time. Each kiss, every stroke of her hands across his body, and the way she felt under him. Her sounds were music. Beautiful, and addicting. If there was a silk he wouldn’t mind paying for, it was the softness of her body under his hands.

He’d die to feel that all the time.

“Please, please.”

Her words whispered along his skin as his mouth found her throat. She tasted like candy and salt and sex. Him, too. She tasted like he’d been all fucking over her. Because he had.