The Sinister Silhouette

“You humble me way too fucking much, Jules,” he mumbles gruffly.

“Do you feel like you could ever hurt me again, Luca?”

“No.” His answer comes immediately and without reserve.

“Then listen to your heart,” I reply.

He closes his eyes for a moment, and I wonder what’s going through his mind. When they open again, some of the self-doubt is gone. I slide my hands up his bare thighs until my hands meet his briefs. His head lowers to mine and he gives me the softest of kisses. My hands continue their path up his body and around his waist. His wrap around me, and it makes me feel just as I told him: warm and safe.

The kiss deepens and a groan rumbles from his throat, causing my own needy moan to slip past my lips. Our tongues explore each other, tasting, stroking, and nipping.

His arms tighten around my waist and he effortlessly lifts me to his lap. I wrap my legs around his waist and my butt settles on his upper thighs. His hard shaft bumps against my wet center and tiny shocks of pleasure form in my lower stomach and work their way across my whole body. His hands slip under my tank top, and he slowly pushes the material up. Our lips break apart and he pulls the top over my head. Cool air meets my heated flesh and my nipples pebble.

Luca gathers my hair in one hand and pulls it over one of my shoulders, then drops his mouth to

the skin he exposed. The scratchiness of the scruff on his face feels good and sends shivers racing up my spine. His lips move across my collarbone and down to the top of my breasts.

He lifts his head and gazes down at me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous it makes my chest hurt.”

He plumps one of my breasts and presses against my back with his arm, causing my back to arch and my chest to push out. He devours me with his hot mouth, and I throw my head back and moan deeply. I never knew the pleasure of having a man suck on my nipples could be so intense. Not just any man, but Luca. He’s the only one who could ever make me feel this way.

One of my hands goes to his hair, and I gather it between my fingers. I love the feel of his hair. It’s soft and thick and feels good against my fingers.

His mouth leaves my breast and does the same to the other. When he pulls away, I press my mouth back to his, needing more of his taste. Fitting his hands against my butt, he rocks me against his hardness. My panties are soaked through, and for a moment embarrassment hits me because I know it must be seeping through to his briefs, but when I feel the metal ball of his piercing nudge my clit, all embarrassment flees as pleasure consumes me.

When his hands slip inside my panties and palms my bare butt cheeks, I curse the material and wish it was gone.

As if sensing my thoughts, he murmurs against my lips, “Do you particularly like these panties?”

“Not really.”

I gasp in shock and pleasure as I hear the material rip then feel it fall away from me. More moisture rushes to my center, and I know it definitely must be leaking onto him now.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t want you off my lap long enough to take them off,” he explains.

“It’s okay,” I breath.

His lips quirk up into a sexy smirk that does absolutely nothing to help my worries of soaking his briefs.

“Do you want this?” The smirk drops from his face and he turns serious.

“More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

His eyes flare at my response, the blue turning darker from his pupils expanding. His lips hungrily latch on to mine and we devour each other whole. A cry bubbles up my throat when his fingers slide through my slick folds, then two push inside.

“Fuck me. You’re so goddamn wet,” he groans.

I drop my gaze from him, suddenly feeling shy. His fingers stop moving inside me.

“Jules, baby, look at me.”

I lift my gaze back to him.

“I fuckin’ love that you get so wet for me. There’s no better feeling than having my woman react to my touch the way you do.”

I smile. “I like that. Being called your woman.”

“As long as you’ll have me, you’ll always be my woman.”