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LUCA
“Where is Becka?” I asked Arianna as she scrambled inside with the crowd of people trying to get out of the rain.
“She went to the fountain.” Arianna pointed to the path across the garden. “Can Becka stay with me at my parents house tonight? I really need her help tomorrow. It was always the plan.”
I glanced at Matteo who gave his nod of approval.
“Sure.” It’s not like my wife wants to be around me right now anyway. I would leave security to make sure she was watched as expected.
Searching out the windows I frowned when Becka still didn’t appear. All the other guests were already inside. Dammit. I did not want to go out in the rain after her. Growling to myself, I shoved through the doors stepping into the rain.
I was pissed. My suit turned halfway soaked in minutes. The wall of hedges reaching high overhead shadowed me in gloom. My hand constantly came up to scrub the water from my face.
What the hell is she doing out in the rain making me come after her? She is going to get a piece of my mind when I find her.
The path was silent due to the fact everyone else appeared to have enough sense to get out of the rain. This would not become a habit. I would not be running after her on a regular basis. The woman should know to come in out of the rain without me having to jog down a flooded path to retrieve her. My body vibrated with the anticipation of a confrontation.
When I rounded the corner I poised for a fight. What I found had me stopping dead in my tracks.
Wow. Every muscle in my body went as tight as a springboard. I tried to breathe, but failed.
Becka stood by the fountain, palms up at her sides with her head tipped back. She looked like a mythical rain goddess as water dripped off her skin and soaked her hair. The air around her hummed in approval of her beauty. Her wet, brown hair appeared almost black, and her soaked dress clung to her amazing curves. Head back, her slim neck laid exposed in a sacrificial manner that made me want to sink my teeth into it and taste her wet skin. To mark her and claim her in a way that everyone would know who Becka belonged to. I’d never seen anything so beautiful in all my life.
So rare. So tempting. Mine.
As if sensing my presence her head lowered to look at me. Her eyes speared into me. With my cock already rock hard, the desire in her gaze drove me into an animalistic state. I walked toward her with hunger raging.
I watched her body tremble as I stocked closer. A gazelle caught in a lions gaze. The air crackled between us with an electric charge. The sound of rain the only thing breaking the silence.
My chest tightened as I stepped into Becka until I felt her breasts press against my hot and bothered chest. She looked up at me with parted lips and lustful eyes through wet lashes. I slipped an arm around her waist and brought my other hand up to cup her rain streaked face, her skin felt soft as silk in my palm. So beautiful. I couldn’t remember wanting anything so much.
And not just for the moment, but for keeps.
Becka answered my touch by slipping her hands under my coat, around my waist and up my back. Her nails grazed my tense muscles making me hiss in pleasure. Her breathing quickened as I held her gaze. I leaned down lightly brushing my lips across hers. Barely any contact, but it was enough to have her eyelids fluttering, a sigh puffing against my lips.
Then she pressed forward, wanting more. My mouth slanted over hers, my tongue licking across her lips. She tasted like the sweet champagne she’d been siping all day. Becka opened for me and my world exploded.
The kiss started out slow, then turned to passionate abandon. Fireworks rained down. Light flashed behind my eyes, full of images I wanted to make a reality. The world around us fell away until there was nothing but the moment. Our tongues slipped and slid against each other in a duel of passion. Becka moaned, pressing into me harder. I fisted her wet hair, deepening the kiss.
Then I reached under her dress palming her butt with both hands, lifting until her legs wrapped around my waist. Her breath hitched, then she brought her arms around my neck to run her fingers through my wet hair. I groaned in approval.
Taking two steps forward, I slowly lowered her to the cool stone of the fountain’s pool, making her flinch. I stepped between her legs and pulled back to see her cheeks flushed with color, green eyes glowing. Desire beat behind her stare in thundering booms.
As she gazed up at me I saw the same overflowing need that filled me to the point of bursting. I moved my hands to the tops of her knees, causing her to tense. Narrowing my eyes and stilled, waiting for her to either push me away or urge me on.
Becka’s head bobbed in three quick nods, her legs spread wider, inviting me in. My fingertips blazed a slow trail to her center. Her eyes grew wide, breathing becoming erratic with anticipation.
My heart pounded in my ears. I watched as she responded to my touch and rain water pooled on her parted lips. When I grazed my thumb over her wet silk panties she sucked in a breath. Bringing my lips down to hers, I pushed her underwear aside and stroked between her slick folds. She moaned into my mouth making me throb behind my zipper.
“You’re so wet,” I said against her lips, one hand coming up to fist her hair.
“Luca,” she breathed, arching into my hand.
On my name I pushed a finger inside her slick warmth. Becka gave a small cry, throwing her head back. She was so impossibly tight. I worked her until she was riding my hand, begging for more.
“You are so tight and hot,” I growled.
She moaned in pleasure, reaching for my belt with one hand, while clinging to my shoulder for stability with the other.
