Chapter Twenty-Eight Luca
TWENTY-EIGHT LUCA
Earlier, Luca had cringed while putting on her sweatpants without underwear, afraid she’d maybe misread what could happen after Juliette arrived.
But now, seeing Juliette’s eyes widen and her mouth fall open in an audible gasp, Luca can’t help but squirm under the appraising look.
“Efficiency,” Luca says with a smirk.
Juliette’s dark eyes flick up to hers. “Oh, you are a miracle, Luca Kacic. I want to touch every part of you.”
Luca’s pulse quickens. Juliette’s words are like a scorching hot iron, pressing against her skin and making it impossible to decipher feelings from reason.
Juliette’s hands skate up her ribs again.
“Arms up,” she commands, and Luca obediently helps wriggle her own shirt off.
Now, Luca is completely naked, left vulnerable beneath the woman who could easily hurt her.
Juliette is still in her hoodie and shorts, but there is reverence in Juliette’s eyes, a hot want that makes something oily squirm in Luca’s chest. Without thinking, she drops her arms over her chest.
Juliette’s hands capture Luca’s wrists, peeling them away from her breasts.
Juliette leans forward, pinning her hands above her head.
Luca’s skin tingles, the cool air sweeping over her skin.
“Don’t hide. Let me admire you.” Juliette’s voice is soft, and she frees one hand to trace a finger across Luca’s cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” she breathes.
Luca can’t meet Juliette’s gaze, her cheeks heating. The heady rush of desperate desire is so overwhelming, she wriggles one of her hands free to anchor onto Juliette’s shoulder.
“Take this off,” Luca whispers, tugging on the fabric.
She finally looks up at Juliette. Her face is flushed, lips kiss-swollen, and her curls are in disarray, a frizzy halo where Luca had been pulling.
Juliette lets go of Luca and obliges her.
She leans back and in one swift move, she shucks the sweatshirt over her head and tosses it away.
She is wearing a sports bra and Luca runs her fingers beneath the strap. “This too.”
“Bossy,” Juliette says fondly, before she wrangles herself out of it and her breasts spill free, dusky brown nipples already pebbled in the cool air. “Don’t hide your face. I want to see your reactions.” She wriggles out of her jean shorts and tosses them over her shoulder.
Luca hates that a flush spreads across her face and down her neck. She grabs Juliette’s waist, holding on to her. For weeks Luca has been overwhelmed by want and desire, but now she is being crushed under the anxiety of what is currently happening between them.
Juliette pauses, her fingers trailing up to Luca’s jaw, cupping her face gently. “Do you still want this? We can stop,” she whispers, her eyes big and kind.
Luca does want this, but she is terrified. What if Juliette hurts her like her ex did? Luca wants love. What if Juliette only wants sex?
Well, Luca also wants sex. Her skin is buzzing, and she thinks she might die if Juliette doesn’t touch her soon. “I don’t know. I can’t.” She can’t seem to form full sentences.
Juliette pulls back, giving her space to breathe. “Are you okay?”
Luca nods, collecting her spinning thoughts. “Be careful, okay?”
Juliette’s eyes soften and she nods. “Of course.” Her head tilts and she brushes her lips across Luca’s cheekbone. Every thought in Luca’s brain goes mushy and fuzzy. “Trust me, I want to take care of you.”
Juliette’s words are like honey over her aching heart, and Luca can’t help but believe her. Juliette presses her face into the curve of Luca’s neck, breath hot on her ear. “And even if I break you into pieces, I’ll put you back together.”
Luca leans back and nods. “Okay,” she murmurs, feeling a little dizzy and far too hot. She squirms and Juliette moves with her, giggling.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” Juliette says, peppering kisses across Luca’s face.
Luca’s eyes pop open. “What do you think about?”
Juliette’s breath hitches. “Your lips,” she murmurs, her fingertips brushing across Luca’s lower lip.
“Your eyes, your accent.” Luca laughs. “The way you looked that first morning, soaked in sweat and your shirt transparent and showing off your perfect body.” Juliette’s fingertips drift across Luca’s sharp shoulders, her thumbs brushing her collarbones.
The touch is light, but it’s like being struck by lightning.
“I’ve been thinking about how I want to know you.
Every part of you,” Juliette continues, taking her time to explore Luca’s skin.
Luca wants to say that Juliette is lying, that she can’t possibly want to know her. That Luca’s only talent is tennis, and she is a coward too terrified to live and love. But Juliette’s fingers coast across her ribs and it almost tickles, which cuts off every coherent thought.
Luca’s muscles twitch and she wriggles, unable to stay entirely still.
Juliette clicks her tongue and flicks Luca’s nipple.
The sting is instant and sharp, and she gasps, unsure if she should arch her chest up or curl away.
Juliette flicks the other before she soothes the slight burn with a brush of her thumb across the tip.
“Fuck,” Luca breathes.
“And you said I’m sensitive,” Juliette says, her thumb making lazy circles around one of the buds.
Luca’s eyes nearly cross, spikes of pleasure roil through her, and she rocks her hips up.
Juliette leans down, her hot breath brushing across Luca’s breast. “You’re trembling,” Juliette whispers against her skin.
“You’re good at this,” Luca whispers back, digging her fingers into Juliette’s shoulders to anchor herself.
Juliette slides to the side, pressing one leg between Luca’s and nudging her knee against her center. Pleasure jolts through Luca, and she knows she’s dripping onto Juliette’s leg. The thought is agonizingly hot.
“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Juliette murmurs. Then her head dips down, and she swipes her tongue across Luca’s hardened nipple as if she’s eating ice cream.
It has been an embarrassingly long time since Luca had any form of release beyond her hand and vibrator. She shudders as her clit throbs, barely enough stimulation on it, but enough that she tilts her hips and widens her knees for more.
“Could you come from this?” Juliette asks, pensive as if she’s just considering what to eat for dinner. Then she swirls her tongue, and Luca curses.
“I don’t know,” Luca whispers, the edges of her mind becoming hazy. It could have been thirty seconds since they started or six hours, she has no idea.
Juliette shifts to Luca’s other nipple, sucking her mouth over her breast, while rolling her fingers over the nipple she’s just abandoned. The competing sensations have Luca arching and squirming. “God, you’re soaked,” Juliette says as she lifts her head.
Luca can’t figure out a response in any language, and she’s barely able to keep a whine from escaping her throat.
Juliette shifts down between Luca’s parted thighs and slides her arms underneath, fingers bruising against her skin.
Juliette looks up at her with a gleam in her eyes and seductively tracing her lips with her tongue.
“Juliette,” Luca breathes as Juliette dips her head and breathes over her hot core. Luca whimpers. Juliette kisses and swipes her clit with her tongue, keeping the touches light.
“Fuck,” Luca moans as Juliette’s tongue plunges into her, curling and curving against her walls. Luca claws her fingers into Juliette’s hair. The pleasure builds, impossible to stop, like a tsunami of sunlike pleasure.
Her hips buck, her thighs trembling, but Juliette doesn’t let up until the waves crash and Luca is shot into oblivion. Pleasure sears every nerve, and she arches so hard she thinks her back might snap in half. Juliette sucks and licks and tongues her through every wave before pulling back.
“God, Luca, you should see yourself. You’re so sexy.”
Luca’s skin is on fire, and she only wants to douse herself in more gasoline. This must be what people mean when they say soulmate sex is the best.
Juliette slowly lowers her thighs back to the mattress and massages Luca’s trembling muscles.
Luca whines, grabbing Juliette’s shoulders until she finally leans up to kiss her.
Luca didn’t think tasting herself on Juliette’s tongue would be hot, but her stomach coils and she groans against her mouth.
Juliette nuzzles their noses together. “You’re so loud.”
Luca’s eyes fly open, and she knows she’s blushing all the way down her neck to her chest. “Sorry.”
Juliette shakes her head. “You are so fucking sexy. I want to hear it all.” She kisses her again, soft and tender, a barely there brush of their lips.
Then, Juliette’s fingers are sweeping across her clit, tapping with gentle pressure, and Luca gasps. “Please.”
Juliette smirks. “Patience, Luca Kacic.”