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I turned my head and realized that if I could see the hallway out the small square window, anyone walking by could see inside the room. "I don’t know if—” Luca’s nose running along my pussy shut me right up. He gripped my ass and tried to shove his face between my legs. “This skirt doesn’t really allow for that.” I rested my hands on top of his head.
Luca came out from underneath, his black hair disheveled. With a wicked grin, he shoved the whole damn thing to my hips, sliding my panties to my ankles. “We probably have five minutes before they do checks. What do you want?”
There was no question. I kicked the scrap of lace across the room and grabbed ahold of his messy waves, pulling him to his feet. “Fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He quickly shrugged off the top of his hideous jumpsuit and pulled out his already hard cock. Hooking my knee around his hip, he thrust into me, and we both groaned. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.”
“Me too,” I panted, grabbing his shoulders as he pounded into me. Cupping his cheeks, I kissed him, biting his bottom lip when he grabbed my other leg and slammed me against the wall. Every thrust drove me into the cinderblocks, rubbing my shoulder blades against the ridges. The bite of pain reminded me this was real. Luca was real.
When I broke the kiss, our foreheads stayed pressed together, our eyes burning into one another. The hollowness I’d felt in his absence slowly filled as our breathing fell in sync.
“I love you,” Luca rasped out. Small beads of sweat rolled down his temples as he hefted me up, repositioning his legs and thrusting deeper. I tightened my thighs around his waist and searched above me for something to hold on to. Stretching an extra inch, I curled my fingers around a metal bar.
Luca buried his face into my neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin there. Every word of praise and love intensified my determination to get him home, re-energizing my resolve to take down every obstacle. I grabbed the back of his head with one hand and pulled it back, catching his half-lidded gaze. Those expressive brown eyes that were always watching me made the warmth in my chest explode. How had I survived without him for a month? I needed him. I needed this.
Heat radiated to the tips of my fingers and toes. My skin tingled as I slid against him, making everything sensitive to his touch. I fought against the growing tension in my body, not wanting the moment to end.
Luca kissed me, his tongue gently caressing mine. The sensation was directly opposed to the brutal pace of his hips or the concrete wall behind me. Moaning into his mouth, my back bowed, pressing my chest to his. Our hearts raced against each other as our lungs fought for air. He snuck his hand between us, his thumb expertly finding my clit. The pressure from his hand, and the motion from his thrusts, set me off like a firecracker. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through me, ringing me out as I clung to him. I grabbed his cheeks, crushing my lips to his as he groaned out his release, his jaw going slack under my hands.
Biting my bottom lip, Luca pulled back and mumbled, “Fuck.”
“Yeah.” I stayed wrapped around him until he softened and slipped from me. “We should probably . . .”
Luca cleared his throat. “Yeah.” He eased one of my legs down, then the other, smoothing my skirt, so I was presentable. Caressing my cheek, he shook his head. “I was so fucking wrong.”
I bit the fleshy part of his palm, and he jerked it back. “You were. Imagine thinking us being apart was the right choice.”
He chuckled and pulled me to the table. “I’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you. You want some rice?”
“I ate but go ahead. I’m guessing the food here doesn’t live up to your standards.”
Luca took a bite and closed his eyes with a hum. “You’d be right. Luckily, there’s commissary and a guy in here runs a cooking show from his cell. I’ve learned some tricks.”
“A cooking show?”
"Oh yeah. It’s pretty easy to sneak in a cell phone.”
“So you could’ve been calling me?”
Luca swallowed and set down the container. “Yes. And from this point forward, I will call you every day. I promise.”
Nodding, I pushed a stray piece of rice around the table. “It’s going to take some time for me to get over all this. You get that, right?”
“Yes. Be mad at me for as long as you need to, but please give me a chance to make it right.”
Luca ate while I filled him in over the past month, then I remembered what I’d grabbed from home. “I found something in our room.”
He tilted his head, chewing the last bite of lo mein as he wiped his hands with a thin, cheap napkin. When I pulled out the small white box, Luca’s expression fell.
“You never opened it.”
“Yeah.” He eyed my extended hand with apprehension. “I wasn’t ready.”
Frowning, I brought the box to my chest. “Oh. It was under the bed, so I thought maybe you had misplaced it.”
I moved to put it back in my purse, but Luca caught my wrist. “Just give me a minute.” He dropped his hands to his lap, rubbing up and down his thighs.
“Okay.”
