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I can go out and talk to him, but once I see his face, I’m going to give in to that longing desire in his eyes. Every time he looks at me, I feel them rush over me like a wave devouring my body. Those eyes draw me in and it’ll only get harder to fight the pull the more I see them.
Blindfold it is. We’ll just talk. He wants to know why I hate him, and I’ll explain all the reasons why, and how it can’t be fixed. I’ll thank him for getting rid of Max and explain how it changes nothing between us. Then he’ll finally get the hint.
Please, get the hint.
I stick my head into the living room, and Penny looks up. Running a circle over my abdomen, I motion to say I have to go to the bathroom. That’ll give me some time. Extra time if I’m going number two. I add in a cringe of stomach pain, just in case, but I don’t plan to be out there for more than a few minutes.
The kitchen door leads to the back patio and allows me to avoid the other girls seeing me. I take a deep breath before slipping the blindfold over my eyes.
It turns to complete darkness.
What am I doing? This is so stupid. I can’t see anything. How am I supposed to find him?
What if this is a joke? Some elaborate prank to get me to admit I have some sort of harboring feelings for him. I felt nothing but disdain.
I’m about to pull the blindfold off and turn back when I feel Luca’s thick, strong arms wrap around me. He lifts me up and pins me to the outside of the house. Wrapping my legs around his waist with ease as he buries his face in my neck.
His eyes flutter against my skin, letting me know he’s not blindfolded. Just me.
“Luca, I–”
“Shh.” He stops me with his lips against my mouth. “No names. Just like the first night. I’ll stay quiet. I won’t even kiss you here.” He rubs his calloused thumb against my lips. “Give in. One more night. Give me this.”
His hand goes between my legs and I let out a loud moan.
I’ve lost all control as my hips rise, begging for more.
“Promise me no tricks,” I beg. I don’t want this getting out. I don’t want this to be a prank or a way to get back at me. I need it too much.
“Trust me. No tricks.”
Can I trust him?
He’s hurt me before, but he never played any tricks on me. This semester it has been different. He has been different. I trusted the mystery man without question. Why can’t I trust the same man that I know?
I need this. It’s that simple.
My body is begging for his touch, and I can’t deny it anymore.
I dig my nails into his back. He takes that as an agreement, and in a flash my tank top is pushed up and Luca’s mouth is on me. Sucking and biting my breast. Pulling and twisting.
I need to feel him.
I scramble to remove his shirt and he breaks off for one quick second to rip it off and come right back against me.
He chuckles before letting out a moan as my hands explore every inch of him. Every little dip and divot I remember from our one night. Every scratch and stubble of his hairless chest. It’s even better now that I know what they look like. My imagination is heightened with a better picture of what I tried to imagine before. A thick hard body with bulging muscles and pink quarter sized nipples that are puckering from my touch.
My hips rock against him, but I need more control. Right now, he has me subdued. I’m blinded and the only leverage I have is his hips under my thighs while he has full reign over me.
There’s a lounge chair close to here, something I can use to my advantage to take over. I hop off, but he presses against me with a deep growl, holding me in place as if I’m about to run. I’m not running, and I prove that by finding the waistline of his running shorts and untying them. I stick my hand in and wrap it around his thick, long shaft while trying to push him back to the lounge chair.
My senses are on high alert as I hear the loud suspenseful movie music from the living room. I don’t want to get too close to it, stopping to try to figure out where I am. I don’t feel any furniture yet.
“Mmm,” he moans. “Are you trying to find the chair?”
I push out the doubt that tries to creep into my brain saying,“that’s Luca’s voice. Run for the hills!”I need this. I deserve this.
“Lounge chair away from the windows,” I direct him where to take us.
