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BECKA
Ilaid on my bed wanting to relax for a few minutes while Luca took a shower. My mind immediately went there. Luca washing the sweat off his chiseled body, water streaming down, lower and lower…
What is happening?
It wasn’t just how he got me all hot and bothered, it was everything. The way he watched me, the way he smiled at me, how it felt when we touched. I might have only had sex a few times, and all with the same guy but, I was no angel. No man that touched me intimately had ever made me feel the way Luca did. The flutter in my stomach, the heat in my core and the tingling sensation that ran down my inner thighs.
But Luca was still the same man I saw covered in blood in the warehouse. The one who gave me the same rules as a dog. Also, a criminal. Luca is by all definitions, a bad-guy. I should be disgusted with him. So, why am I not?
My mind was trying to fight attraction with reason and it was a brutal battle. One where no one comes out the victor.
Things just didn’t add up. Like the house for instance, or the way he insisted on the fact that the rules he gave me were to protect me. Or how he was always trying to be gentle with me. The man gave me my own room and said he wouldn’t touch me without permission. What kind of gangster does that?
There’s more to Luca. I felt it more than ever. I needed to know more if I was going to give my body to him.
I changed into a light, loose sweater and leggings to ward off the chill that snuck into the house now that it was dark. When I got to the kitchen Luca was already there.
His hair was still wet from the shower and he’d dressed in dark jeans and a black T-shirt. His back was to me as he cooked over the stove. My eyes drifted to his tight ass that his jeans hugged in the most delicious way. Luca was fine as hell in jeans or a suit. Yum.
Shaking my head I pried my eyes upward. They settled on the wide birth of his shoulders, powerful and tempting. I wanted to reach out and run my hands along them and down his mouthwatering biceps.
I shook my head again, trying hard to focus on the wonderful smell filling the kitchen. Whatever he was cooking smelled phenomenal.
“Hey,” I said, needing to get his attention.
Luca turned and ran his gaze down my body with hungry eyes. Then with effort forced his focus back to my face. “Hey yourself. Have a seat.” He motioned to the opposite side of the island.
I moved to one of the high-backed stools at the island while I took in the open floor plan with lots of counter space and top of the line appliances.
Once I got comfortable the air turned awkward and thick between us. He had given me his back again to concentrate on his cooking. I could tell he was trying to avoid being casually social, but it was more than that. Maybe he doesn’t know how to be social? I got the feeling Luca wasn’t a big conversationalist.
After several minutes of staring at his back, I couldn’t take it anymore. Put on your big-girl panties and make him talk to you.
I needed to know him. We needed to know each other. We were married, something neither of us could escape. It would make sense to try and be civil with each other, to become comfortable around each other. It was the only way any sort of tangible relationship could come out of all this craziness. Maybe we could become more to each other than captor and captive, and life could be tolerable for both of us.
“Can we talk?” His spine snapped straight at my question.
“Sure.” His dark tone said otherwise. He platted the food and slid mine across the counter, staying on the opposite side. Already creating distance.
This is going to go great. Not.
“Without him.” I nodded to James who stood by the door.
“Go home James, be back in the morning.”
James exited and once again silence ruled the air.
I took a bite of dinner needing to buy time, because suddenly I didn’t know how to start. A moan escaped my throat the moment the creamy, steak pasta dish hit my tongue.
When I looked up Luca was leaning on his elbows over the counter, his fork halfway to his mouth. He was frozen, watching me with heated, hooded eyes. My thighs clamped shut as my body reacted.
He broke the moment and took a bite, staying focused on his plate.
The tension was palpable. I pushed the food around on the plate, while he avoided me. I decided to start with something easy, to try and cut down the mile high wall he’d thrust in my face. “Did you buy all the furniture for your house?”
“It came fully furnished.” He didn’t look up.
“It’s beautiful.”
