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“My sweet Sukie. You like the thought of me punishing you, don’t you?” Luca’s thumb grazes my clit.
I gasp. “Oh, God.”
“I can’t wait to get you home to play with this pretty pussy. Especially now that I know my girl is not so sweet.” Luca pinches my clit while his finger zeros in on my G spot. “Come for me, Sukie,” he rasps.
My orgasm crashes through me just as Harlem’s mouth takes mine in a brutal kiss. My nails dig into his shoulders as I buck against his palm. Luca kisses me until the last of the tremors leaves my body.
As my orgasm fades and reality seeps back in, I become aware of where we are. Oh, God! What was I thinking? Anyone could have seen us.
Luca commandeers my attention by palming my cheek. “Get out of that beautiful head of yours. I’d never let anyone see you like this. That’s for my eyes only.” Luca searches my face. “Do you trust me?”
I don’t have to think about my answer. “Yes.” Pleased with my reply, Luca’s face softens—a look I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to seeing on him.
“Good,” he says, slipping his hand from my pants.
I look down and see his fingers glistening with my release. Luca would see the red staining my cheeks if it weren’t so dark out. When he notices, his lip lifts into a grin. My mouth falls open as I watch Luca slide his fingers into his mouth, then lick them clean.
“Knew you’d taste delicious.”
I swallow, unable to form words.
“This is your last chance, Sukie. Just say the word, and I’ll take you back to your house. If not, I’m taking you home to my bed, where I plan on making you come in my mouth before finally seeing what it feels like to have that tight, wet cunt wrapped around my cock.” He leans in closer until we share the same breath. “And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you suck me off.”
By the time Luca is done telling me every dirty thing he wants to do to me, I’m panting, and the familiar ache between my legs has returned.
“Take me to your place.”
On the ride to Luca’s, his earlier words repeat in my head.I’m trusting you not to break me too. All this time, I’ve only thought about my feelings and how much his distance and aloofness hurt me. But I’ve never considered why he’s kept me at a distance. Who hurt him? What did that person do to make Luca reluctant to have a relationship? Sometimes when I look at him, I see a closed-off man. People don’t become like that unless something or someone made them that way.
Deciding not to let my wandering thoughts ruin this moment with Luca, I push those lingering questions to the back of my mind. Instead, I focus on the here and now. I focus on the long stretch of road ahead of us and the calm wind cooling my heated skin. I tighten my grip on Luca and kiss his neck while breathing in the scent of his cologne.
I don’t know what will become of Luca and me beyond tonight. All I know is I’m throwing caution to the wind and allowing myself one night of recklessness. One night of feeling what it’s like to be carefree. I’ve spent most of my life worrying about my mom, my store, and the weight of my responsibilities. It’s time I do something for myself and let go.
When we pull up to Luca’s house, I smile as I take in my surroundings. His home is a small single-story lakefront cabin surrounded by trees. It seems small for a man his size, but it somehow suits him.
Luca waits for me to climb off his bike before following suit. He takes my hand in his and threads our fingers together. I let him lead me inside, neither of us saying a word. I don’t miss the focus and determination etched across his face. The house is dark as we walk through the front door. I trail him through the living room, where a light glow comes from a lamp beside the sofa. My nerves start appearing as I struggle to keep up with Luca’s long strides. I can’t help but giggle at his eagerness. In one swift motion, Harlem turns on his heel and puts a shoulder to my middle; then suddenly, my feet are off the ground.
“Luca!” I gasp.
He strides into his bedroom with me over his shoulder, then plops me down on the bed. My breath catches as I peer up at his towering form. This man is the definition of beautiful.
“You look beautiful laid out before me.”
I smile. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
A wicked gleam spreads across Harlem’s face. “Clothes off.”
My heart pounds against my chest. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I tug it over my head. Luca’s pupils dilate as his eyes rake over the sheer white lace covering my breasts. His gaze is intense, and the heat radiating off him causes me to shiver. Without taking my eyes off his, I reach behind me and unclasp my bra.
“Fuck,” Luca rasps, falling to his knees at the foot of the bed.
The next thing I know, his hands are at the waistband of my jeans, tugging them down my thighs, taking my panties with them. He spreads my thighs open, exposing me fully. Then his mouth is on me.
“Luca!” I cry, my back bowing off the bed. I thread my fingers through his hair and greedily take everything he’s giving me.
“There’s no prettier sound than hearing my name on your lips while I taste your pussy.”
I gaze down at Luca through my spread thighs. He keeps his eyes trained on me as he flicks his tongue over my clit.
