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I know I should have texted back by now but it takes a minute for my breath to even out and for my heart to stop hammering. I feel lethargic and noodly, and all I can think about is Jax on the other end, wondering if he’s feeling the same way right now. I have minutes at most before Kennedy comes looking for me, so I hoist myself off of the ground and grab my stack of paperbacks with my cheeks still on fire. Before I take a single step towards the front of the store, my phone buzzes again.
J: When I see you next, Nora, you better be ready. I’m not holding back anymore.
Nora
Running my hands over the length of my torso, I smooth away the wrinkles in my blush-colored dress. It hits just above my knees, exposing the tanned skin of my legs and with a dip in the heart-shaped neckline. It feels a bit skimpy for a country club, but Mom picked it out, so I’ll wear it to make her happy.
My hair is brushed out in long, soft waves that nearly touch my lower back, but one side is held back in a delicate pearl hair comb that exposes my new pearl earrings and the side of my bare neck. I look elegant, in a way, and I have to admit even to myself that I feel extra pretty tonight.
My bedroom door creaks open, and I assume it’s my mom coming to tell me to hurry up. Rolling my eyes, I part my lips to tell her I’m ready, but words fail me as I turn and lock eyes with Luca as he lets himself into my bedroom.
“Your mom left in a hurry and told me to—” he pauses as his eyes drop to my heel-clad feet and slowly drift their way up, taking his time to blatantly peruse my body. Heat flares in my cheeks because he makes absolutely no attempt to hide the fact that he’s checking me out. He clears his throat. “You’re riding with me.”
I blink at him. He’s dressed in a nice gray, button-down shirt that stretches over his muscular arms nicely. His narrow waist tapers down into a pair of black slacks fastened with a burgundy-colored belt that matches his shoes. My mouth literally waters at the sight of his rolled sleeves that showcase those fucking sexy new tattoos of his. Shaking my head, I turn away and glance back in the mirror once before walking to my bed to gather my handbag and keys.
As I lean across my mattress to grab my things, warmth covers the backs of my legs and I feel a presence pull up behind me. My body locks up because I know Luca’s right there. I bite down hard on my lip when the feel of rough fingertips drift up my thigh, lightly cascading over my skin and causing chills to follow in their wake.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he whispers in my hair, sounding angry as usual. I don’t have a clue how to answer that. His skin on mine feels so good and so warm that I can’t concentrate. I feel the touch of his lips and the scrape of five o'clock shadow against my neck and I have to restrain a whimper. “You should have left California when we told you to, Nora.” Despite the harshness of his words, his voice is soft and breathy in my ear. “You don’t understand how badly I need you to leave.”
Turning around in his arms, I narrow my eyes at him. For a second, I get lost in the new angles of his face. The boyishness I was once so fond of is long gone. With high cheekbones and wide, soft lips, everything about Luca Perry drives me wild. The memory of the taste of him makes my mouth water.
“I’m not going anywhere. No matter how much you threaten me, or try to make my life miserable, this is my home now. I’m back for good and you have to deal with it.” I look down, afraid that prolonged eye contact will shatter my resolve. “I know you hate me—”
His quiet curse cuts me off. “I don’t fucking hate you, don’t you get that?” he asks. His chest is heaving slightly. “That’s the problem. I don’t hate you even a little bit. I want to...and I should.
“I didn’t know,” I whisper, and he stills. “I didn’t know I was your first.” I look up, pleading with him to hear me out. “I know it sounds like some bullshit excuse, but it’s the truth. I thought I was just another one in a long line of Luca Perry fangirls.”
A frown pulls at his brows. “Even though you’re wrong about that, it shouldn’t have mattered. Regardless of what you think, friends don’t do that to each other. I gave you everything that night and you just disappeared. No call, no text...just nothing.” His eyes darken and he looks away with a clenched jaw. “It fucked me up, Nor. I thought it was me for the longest time, and then my parents died and you were the only one I wanted to talk to about it, but you weren’t here anymore.”
My chest squeezes. I’ve never seen such raw pain on a man’s face in my life, and knowing that I was the one to put it there wrecks something inside of me. “Give me a chance to make this right,” I beg and he looks back with a frown. His mouth flattens into a harsh line. “Luca, I swear I had my reasons. I tried to tell you but you wouldn’t hear me. It sounds so fucking stupid now, but that morning…the morning after we…you know.” I’m fucking this all up, I can feel it, but I keep going. “I came to say goodbye and I even had a whole-ass speech ready, but then I overheard you talking to River. You told him you’d never fuck me, and that if I left it would make it so much easier for you. So, I left and I never looked back. I knew what happened between us was too good to be true, and my family was moving to New York anyway, so I just…disappeared. But Luca, I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t think itwouldhurt you.”
“We need to get to the club.” He goes to pull away but I latch onto his forearm. He stops suddenly, but won’t turn to look at me. He’s not even listening to what I’m saying and all I want to do is scream at him.
“They can wait. We need to settle this right now. I can’t stand the way you look at me.” My voice catches, my throat clogging with emotion. “I can’t stand the thought of never being your friend again.”
This time, he laughs, and not in a nice, familiar way. “Friend? Is that what we were?” Taking a step forward, his hands clasp my cheeks, forcing me to look deep into those russet eyes of his. “We were never justfriends, Nora. I fucking loved you like I’ve never loved another person in my entire life. You were it for me. You were the one I wanted.” His chest heaves. “You were it. You’re still—”
My lips crash into his and he catches me in his arms with a grunt, but to my surprise he doesn’t pull away. He wraps his arms around me and crushes his lips right back into mine. Forcing my lips to part, his tongue snakes between them and tangles with mine. Everything about his kiss is achingly familiar. It feels like coming home. He growls deep in his chest before picking me up by the waist and tossing me on my bed. I yelp, but I don’t stop him as he crawls over me, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes.
My lips part and my jaw practically hits the floor as I run my eyes over his bare chest covered in scrawling tattoos that reach all the way up to his neck. I want to lick every single inch of him from head to toe. His lips quirk at the naked lust in my eyes.
“Bringing back memories?” he quips and I narrow my eyes.
“Not funny,” I say breathlessly, because nothing on this Earth could distract me from his muscles as they ripple in the dim light of my bedroom.
He’s shirtless now, kneeling above me in just his black slacks and unbuckled belt. I shiver. There’s something so sexy about a half-dressed man—almost more so than a naked one. Something about this position feels wild. Reaching out, he runs his thick hands over my legs, skimming his way over my thighs until soon, he’s pulling my thong down and whipping it across the room.
I watch in fascination as he lowers his pants. My eyes are glued to his hands when he pulls himself free from his constraints and wraps his fingers around his impressive length. For some reason, my mind must have blocked out the memory of his cock. At the time, our movements had been rushed and nervous, but now I take my time to marvel just a little. He’s thick, heavy, and long, just begging for me to reach out and stroke him, but before I can make a move, Luca makes his way up the bed until his massive body is straddling me.
As heavy as he is, he carries his own weight himself, careful not to crush my chest as he lowers his hips towards my face. I don’t hesitate before raising my neck and skimming my lips along his hard shaft. A hum of pleasure leaves my lips as I lick at him, eliciting a moan as his head falls back in bliss. Looking up I see his eyes are raised to the ceiling, so I take the head between my lips and suck in. A curse rips from him as my tongue laps at the soft head. He tastes so good, which is completely weird, but it’s the truth.
His hips begin to pump as my mouth wraps around him completely. In and out, he uses my mouth to jack himself off and the position makes me feel weirdly powerful. I hollow my cheeks and suck a little harder, but before I know it, he yanks himself from my mouth before moving down my body. “You keep doing that and this won’t last very long,” he grumbles and I just laugh softly.
My laugh turns into a curse when I feel his warm tongue on my center. He flattens it and licks a single swipe over my most sensitive area, making me cry out and grip the sheets tight beneath me. I look down and meet his eyes briefly, but he winks, so I slam my head back down on my pillow with a groan and heated cheeks.
The pressure on my clit increases, and so does the heat building inside my lower stomach. I can feel my legs starting to shake and my toes wanting to curl. His hands slide back up my parted thighs and he applies just a small amount of pressure, holding them to the mattress as he tilts his head and licks even faster.
I’m screaming at this point, no longer able to hold it in and thanking every single god above that nobody is home to hear me. I’ve never felt this intense pleasure before. I’ve had my fair share of hookups, but nothing has ever compared to the things this man is doing to my body with just his tongue.
