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Chapter Sixteen – Delilah
It isn’t the sunshine coming from the windows behind us that wakes me up after sleeping soundly in Luca’s arms for a second time.
It’s not his faint snoring, either. Or the sounds of people talking downstairs—sound carries like crazy in this house.
It’s the very obvious erection poking me in the ass. Nobody could sleep through that. I can’t pretend the way I did last time that I don’t feel it, either. It was almost funny then, the way he tried to hide it. It’s not so funny now.
Because now, the pressure back there has me feeling warm and wet.
I’m not sure what to do with this. I’ve never been the aggressor. I don’t even know if that’s the right word. I’ve never initiated except when it was clear that I had to. Like the blowjob in the dining room. How many times have I had to lure a man in that direction to avoid something worse happening? God, I don’t even want to think about it. I might start crying again.
This isn’t like that. I want him. Something’s changed, and I want him. He’s not my enemy now. Not my friend, either, but something in between. An ally. He gets it. He seems to get me.
And I want him. It’s as simple and plain as that and I don’t know what to do. I could ignore it. I should ignore it.
Yet here I am, wiggling my ass a little, just enough to wake him up. He lets out a sleepy grunt that sounds like it has a question mark at the end of it before pulling back a little. “Good morning.”
Not yet, but it could be. “Don’t do that,” I whisper.
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t move away. Please.” I scoot back and find him again, then wiggle my hips to rub against him.
“Careful, there.” He raises himself up on one elbow, looking down at me. I turn my head to find him scowling, which is definitely not what I expected. “Play around and you’ll find out it’s not a game.”
“Who said I’m playing a game?”
His nostrils flare and his jaw twitches when I move again. “Don’t feel like you have to do this.”
“I don’t. I want to.”
His gaze lingers on my lips before flicking back up to meet mine. He’s not the surprisingly gentle, kind, awkward-but-trying-his-best Luca now. He’s the Luca who makes heat blaze in my core and spread through the rest of me, who makes my breath come short and quick while my heart starts pumping frantically.
The Luca whose hand slides over my stomach and makes me shudder in anticipation. I almost forgot how good it can be when I want to be touched. The way he wakes me up, wakes my body up. “You’re sure you’re okay for this?”
“I don’t want to think about that.” I roll over, facing him now, and drape my leg over his. “Please. Let’s not think about that. I just want…” I can’t put it into words, what I want. I think I’m afraid to.
He doesn’t make me, instead running his hand up my thigh and over my ass. I moan, writhing at his touch. It’s how I imagine feeling if I stuck my finger in a socket. Like an electric shock runs through me from head to toe.
“Fuck…” He squeezes, pulling me closer, grinding his dick against me. “I don’t know if I can fight this much longer.”
“Who says you have to?” I move against him and my heart soars at the way he closes his eyes and groans. This is powerful stuff, being in control of him like this. Not because I’m trying to use him or gain an advantage this time. But because I want his body. I want to feel the way only he can make me feel.
He lowers his head to skim his lips over my throat. My eyes close as I sink deeper into pure sensation, as I gasp before moaning my approval. I hold the back of his head in place, silently encouraging him to do it again, to kiss me while his hands slide over the flimsy, slippery nightgown I’m so glad I chose to wear last night.
“What do you want?” he asks, his voice muffled against my skin. “Tell me how to please you. What can I do?”
Oh, dear God, I could come right now. Who wouldn’t dream of having a man like him ask a question like that? “More. I just want more.”
“Do you want this?” He works his hand between my legs, teasing my slit without going deeper. My hips jerk in response before I tell them to.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Touch me there.” I lift my leg higher, spreading my thighs wider to give him room to play.
He surprises me by kissing his way down my chest, taking one covered nipple between his teeth before sliding the nightgown down to do it again with nothing in the way. I’m on fire, I swear, losing all sense of myself in favor of moving with him. Running my fingers through his hair while I arch my back, giving myself to his greedy lips and tongue. “More of that,” I beg, and he responds by sucking hard enough to make me gasp and claw at him.
He keeps moving, working the nightgown down around my waist, then over my hips before finally flinging it away and parting my thighs again. I open my eyes long enough to see the naked need in his as he stares at my pussy. I’m glad I’m not wearing underwear now, totally exposed.
“You’re so beautiful.” Our eyes meet and I can’t breathe thanks to what I see in his. He means it. This isn’t his dick talking. This is him, Luca, and I’m still beautiful to him even though I can’t shake the sense of being ugly and used. I’ve felt this way for so long, since way before that night at the party and everything that came after.
