Luca (Chicago Blaze 2)

“Got it. And I’m good with what we have going.”

“You seem pretty confident it’s happening again.”

I kiss her softly, choosing honesty over banter this time. “I’d call myself hopeful about it. I like you, Abby.”

“I like you, too.” She runs her fingertips down my chest, over my hip, to my inner thigh. “Are you ready for more yet?”

“Getting there.” I kiss her nipple and tease it with my tongue until it’s hard, then ease her onto her back and do the same to the other one. “Now let’s get you there.”Chapter ElevenAbbyIt’s late. Or early. I know it’s not close to sunrise, but it’s later than the usual time I am finally able to fall asleep.

“You good?” Luca asks, kissing the back of my shoulder. He’s spooning me from behind, his warmth making it hard to keep my eyes open.

“Mmm.” I’m too tired and sated to make my mouth move to form words.

I just came for the fifth time, and it wasn’t a weak, phoning-it-in, add-on orgasm. Every time, Luca takes his time building me up, slowing, stopping and resuming until I come like a freight train by the time he lets me.

I’m really wishing I wouldn’t have run my mouth earlier about outlasting him. I don’t think it’s physically possible. He’s got unlimited stamina, and his dick gets hard at the drop of a hat.

“Are you even tired?” I ask in a groggy tone.

He hums his amusement and I feel the vibration through his lips against my skin. “I’ll sleep well tonight.”

“I wanted to keep…” My thought fades away as I start to fall asleep.

“It’s okay, babe. You were amazing.”

I try to say something, but I’m not sure if anything comes out. I’m so exhausted that I can’t fight the fatigue any longer.

“I’m gonna go after you fall asleep, okay?” he says.

“Mm-hm.”

“When can I see you again?”

My eyes pop open—I’m awake now. I turn around to face him, reconsidering my plan to only see him tonight. It’s so easy to be with Luca. He’s funny and sexy and sweet, and since he doesn’t know who I really am, I know he’s not after my money. I imagine he has plenty of his own, anyway.

When he asked my last name, my maiden name seemed like the safest answer. I don’t want Luca googling my actual name—Abby Daniels. It’s not so much about him knowing I own Cypress Lane, but about him uncovering my past.

I moved from Portland to New York City three years ago in pursuit of anonymity. Reinventing myself there is how I survived.

If Luca knew the truth, he’d look at me differently. I’d rather be seen as a brash workaholic than what I truly am. No man wants to have long nights of dirty sex with a woman he pities.

“If we see each other again,” I start softly, “I can’t promise anything regular. I think I’ll be here quite a bit for the next few months, but after that, not so much.”

Luca runs his palm from my hip down to my thigh, then around to gently cup my ass. “Same here. I have a busy schedule, too.”

“When does your season end?”

“Hopefully in June. The regular season ends next month, though.” He smiles slightly. “But it’s not just hockey that keeps me busy.”

“Okay.” I smile back, feeling encouraged. “So no promises. If we can work out a night for filthy sex every once in a while, we do, and if not, we’re still good.”

“Perfect.”

I run my fingers down the lines of muscle on his upper arm. “And also, can we keep this impersonal? Like a one-night stand that just lasts more than one night?”

He quirks a brow at me. “You afraid I’ll fall in love with you, Abby Barrett?”

“Hardly.” I laugh off his question. “I’m set in my ways and I work too much. And I don’t want to change. I’m also a very private person—one who is not looking for a relationship.”

“Neither am I.”

“Okay...then good.”

He kisses me and gets out of bed, the warmth I was enjoying leaving with him. I’m punch-drunk on exhaustion and satisfaction as I watch him dress in the near darkness.

“Hey, you know that thing you did with your fingers?” I say, pulling the covers back up over me.

Luca turns to face me and I can see the outline of definition on his broad chest. God, he’s got an amazing body. “Which thing, babe? My fingers were busy tonight.”

“Mmm, yes they were.” I smile broadly. “I was talking about that thing right before I was about to come, where you…you know, did a thing.”

Luca puts a knee on the bed and leans down so we’re face to face. “Christ, am I the only guy who’s ever found your g-spot?”

“Uh…maybe? Is that what that was?”

His grin is amused. “Yeah, that’s what that was.”

“If you could do that again…that might be good.”