Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
“Are you okay?” Luca’s eyes were arctic glaciers, shimmering liquid azure as they devoured me.
My breath shot in and out. “Oh.” I gulped back uncertainty. “It’s just, ummm . . .” I shoved an annoying curl behind my ear. “This never happens to me.”
He wove his hand around my neck. The touch of his fingers sent shivers across my flesh. “It can if you want?” His tongue glided out, and it was like slow motion watching it slick moisture over his cinnamon-colored lips.
Holy hot buns.
I’d fallen into a dream—a steamy dream with a smoking-hot stable manager.
Two men in three days had kissed me. That never happened. Nuh-uh.
Roman’s challenge whizzed through my brain. Was I conveying signals that said, ‘old woman needs a root to feel young again?’
Who cares?
I was here in this moment with Luca. We’d just kissed and there was no doubt he wanted more .
I wanted more.
With trembling fingers, I touched his chest. Muscles, as firm as cast iron, rippled beneath his polo shirt embroidered with the chateau logo. Raising my eyes to meet his gaze, I parted my lips and as my heart thundered, I silently begged him to kiss me again.
His mouth met mine and the frigid girl he’d kissed moments ago melted into a pool of lust. I clutched his hair and pulled him closer. He pushed my back to the wall and our tongues danced. I was so eager to explore, so desperate to taste him. My body shot straight into overdrive like I’d been released from a nunnery and every nerve craved sex.
His hand found my left breast, and grabbing a handful, he squeezed. He was eager. Maybe a little too eager. Certainly not delicate like Pierre.
Again, with the comparisons! Focus, woman.
Luca pulled back; lust blazed in his eyes. He grabbed my hand. “Come with me.”
“Okay.” There was no hesitation required. I didn’t know where we were going or his plans, but if it meant more hot kisses, I was willing to find out. Yay me.
He led me to a grand set of mahogany stairs that curved toward the loft. I’d never been up there before, but with the rest of the stables as a benchmark, it would be incredible. At the top of the stairs were a couple of rooms, but we passed those, striding along an open walkway that overlooked the stables. Below in the stalls, dozens of horses seemed oblivious to the horseplay happening above them. Suppressing a giggle, I took a quick peep at Luca’s firm butt as his muscles bulged and flexed beneath the white denim. Lordy. Lordy.
At the end of the walkway was a large open area, stacked to the rafters with bales of hay. The far wall had two giant doors; one of them was open and offered a view over the chateau and the luscious green valley in the distance .
Luca led me to the middle of the room, turned to me, cupped my cheeks, and kissed me again. I groaned at his urgency. He placed his hand on the small of my back, tugging us together, and when his hips moved, mine stirred in sync.
Our kiss deepened. He pulled me closer, squishing my boobs to his chest. Gliding my hands over the planes of his back, I explored every exquisite mound.
Luca had muscles upon muscles.
Stepping back, he clutched my hand. “Don’t move.”
I nodded; words were impossible. I’d stay all summer if he’d return and repeat those kisses.
Luca turned and ran, and I giggled at the sound of his boots thundering along the balcony.
My lips felt swollen, which wasn’t surprising, it’s been years since I kissed with such passion.
Actually, that was a lie. I’ve never had a kiss like that. Like we’d die if our lips and tongues didn’t meet.
Luca and I were greedy for each other. Needy for each other. As much as I wanted him, he seemed to want me.
Was I actually going to have sex?
Glorious shudders shimmied through me. It was exquisite.
If I kept feeling like this, then hell yes, I was.
But with each ticking second, my brain whizzed from one thought to the next, each the opposite of the other.
What am I doing?
Having fun.
But I should be working.
My group is fine. Nobody will even miss me.
What if I don’t know what to do?
Shit! I was terrible at sex.
That’s right. What the hell am I doing?
Luca’s boots thumped across the balcony. He was running. Back to me. My heartbeat pulsed in my neck. He wants me.
Tiny pulses had the butterflies in my stomach dancing.
He appeared, carrying two red and blue tartan horse blankets. He tossed them onto a hay bale and strode to me. Oh, my lord . Clutching my cheeks, he pressed his lips to mine. Our breaths mingled. Our tongues dueled. The bulge in his pants nudged my navel and my insides curled.
This is what I’m doing. Kissing a fucking hot guy who wants me.
With a groan, he released me. He strode to the bale of hay, cut the twine securing it, grabbed the heavy-looking biscuit and shook the hay like crazy. The bundle disintegrated into a million pieces over the wooden floor. With bulging biceps, he reduced two more bales to a scattered pile.
The sea of golden-green smelled fresh, alive. If color had a scent, green would be this hay.
He grabbed a horse blanket, flicked it to billow out, and lowered the tartan on top of the hay. He’d done this before. He placed the second blanket on top of the first and turned to me.
His chest rose and fell, maybe from exertion, maybe from anticipation. The look in his eyes was a potent aphrodisiac and the way they devoured me . . . I didn’t care if he’d made this makeshift bed a thousand times.
Right now, that bed is for me.
Fuck yeah!
We gazed at each other across the room. All sorts of anxieties shot through me.
Was I ready for this? What if I’m terrible?
A thought bolted across my brain like forked lightning.
Once I’m naked, what if Luca doesn’t like what he sees?
Maybe he sensed my hesitation because he whipped his shirt over his head and cast it aside. Every last ounce of my uncertainty evaporated. Luca, shirtless, was drool-worthy. A muscled God. A light sheen covered his flawless flesh, highlighting every sculpted line in his torso. He didn’t just have a six-pack; his body was a masterpiece carved from years of labor. My gaze followed a trail of coppery hair that ran from below his navel into his belted jeans.
Holy hotness.
My throbbing girly bits swooned. I want this.
Roman was right. This was exactly what I needed. I was not an old woman.
To prove my conviction, I reached around beneath my blouse and unclipped my bra. Ensuring Luca didn’t see my ugly underwear, I peeled it and my top off at the same time, tossing them aside.
My melons bounced to my chest; his eyes bounced to them.
My skin tingled as his gaze devoured me. Every nerve in my body came alive.
Out of nowhere, a second more horrifying thought flashed into my brain. My hairy red beaver hadn’t seen a razor in years. I looked like an Amazonian woman down there.
My feet were rooted to the floor. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.
His lips parted as if he was about to speak, but he didn’t. Instead, he closed the distance between us with three long strides, wove his fingers into my hair, and planted his lips on mine. My heart exploded with the eagerness of his tongue.
My knees melted as my hands explored his chest, gliding over warm skin, examining each exquisite contour. His flesh was on fire, stoking the blaze firing through me. His hand found my nipple and he rolled it between his thumb and finger, playing with the delicate bud until I thought it would burst .
Our lips parted and while he turned his attention to my neck, kissing and nipping from my shoulder to my earlobe, I rolled my head back, giving him more access. Shivers of delight coiled through me, radiating from deep inside and culminating in a delicious shudder within my pussy.
My insides came alive, pulsing out a heady beat.
I reached for his jeans, fumbling with the top button.
He did the same with my cargo pants.
I undid his zipper, fed my thumbs into the sides of his pants, and tried to tug them down.
Luca stepped back. Bending over, he wrestled his boots off, and in what could only be described as a lust-fueled frenzy, kicked his jeans free.
His sexy briefs were gunmetal gray, finished with a thick white elastic band. The bulge threatening to burst the constraint was enormous. The man who’d taken my breath away with just his shirt off now had me fighting to breathe. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic, and with his eyes on me, lowered them inch by inch.
The defined V muscle at his groin caught my attention first, like the lead act in what promised to be an incredible show. Luca pulled the elastic forward. His giant rod bounced out and pointed right at me. He lowered his underwear slowly, drawing out the grand reveal like an expert. My heart thundered and my knees weakened. If he kept this up, I’d pass out any second.
He dropped his briefs to his ankles and kicked them aside.
Holy fuck. Luca, my sexy French horse master, was totally naked.
My heart slammed into my chest.
My eyes hit party mode, jiving from one incredible facet of his body to another. His mesmerizing blue eyes, his suggestive smile, his steely abs, his rock-hard cock. Every inch commanded attention. I didn’t know where to look.
Maybe those mahogany stairs had taken me to heaven.
His gaze was trained on me. It was my turn to disrobe.
A wave of uselessness gripped me. I had no idea how to undress in a sexy way. Certainly not like him. I was still wearing my socks and sneakers, for God’s sake.
Luca must’ve sensed my indecision. He strode forward, placed his hands on my hips, and kissed me. As our mouths locked together, he guided me backward.
I allowed him to take control. Anything that required no decision from me was perfect.
He lowered me to the blanket like a gentle lover would, and I tried to focus on every inch of his flesh rather than my enormous tits flopping to my sides. When he eased back, I received the most magnificent vista of my life—a close-up view of his crown jewels.
Holy smokes. Luca was well-endowed.
Not that I’d had many men to compare him with.
Actually, only one. And he no longer counted.
Luca’s cock was big. At a guess, about eight inches of solid muscle.
I’d never had the pleasure of studying a real cock, not to this extent anyway. The marble ones at the Louvre did not do it justice. This was glorious. Smooth. Silky. And sexy as hell.
As if he didn’t already have my attention, he glided his hand over his masterpiece. Right before my eyes, it grew bigger. He did it once more, then knelt on one knee at my feet. My breath caught. His swollen pink crown pointed right at me, bobbing up and down, nodding.
He swept up my left ankle, and nipping at my khaki-clad calf muscle, he curled off my shoe and tossed it aside.
Luca was quite the show pony. Everything he did commanded attention. I’d be happy to watch all day. Hell, I’d stay there ’til winter if he kept this up.
With my shoes and socks gone, he turned his attention to my cargo pants. I propped up on my elbows and watched, mesmerized as he undid my button and zipper.
I was front and center of the best show on earth. It was truly extraordinary watching Luca’s eyes, watching his hands. He was enjoying this as much as I was. He wriggled my pants down, and aiding their release, I raised my ass off the tartan.
Holy hell! I was naked. I couldn’t breathe.
For the first time in history, a smoking-hot man slowly ran his eyes over my raw flesh.
Not once had William done this. Not one fucking time.
Sure, he’d seen me dash from the shower to my towel on the odd occasion. But never with any measured attention. Never with greedy lust like Luca was demonstrating.
How did I miss the signs?
Shoving the ill-timed agony aside, I absorbed the rapture on Luca’s face. The bulge and flex of his muscles. The patch of red hair above his cock. The size of his manhood.
I was young again. Alive.
Oh, so alive.
My insides pulsed to an erotic beat. I wanted his hands on me. I was ready.
My breath caught in my throat as I opened my knees, giving him a little peek of my pussy.
I, too, could be a show pony.
But he seemed frozen. Unable to move.
I couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw.
Shit. Maybe my Amazonian bush was too much.
The restraint Luca had been demonstrating vanished in a flash. He lowered down and placing his left hand at my side for support, he used his other hand to curl my breast upright. His lips latched onto my nipple, and he sucked. Hard.
Bucking beneath his onslaught, I clawed through his long hair, watching him ravish me.
His eyes closed, flickering, as he suckled my nipple. A moan tumbled from his throat and thrummed across my breast. He pulled back, snapping my bud from his lips. Gasping, I dragged my nails up his back as he did it again.
Holy wow.
He rolled to my side, and the hand that’d been on my breast made its way between my legs. I parted my thighs, letting him know I wanted his touch.
He glided his finger over my clit, and I just about shot right off the tartan blanket. He did it again, slow and controlled. He pressed down on my bud and a gasp escaped my throat when he rolled it around. It was raw. Honest. Unbelievable.
Every nerve in my body begged for the glorious sensation to last forever.
His finger slipped into my throbbing hole. It was swift. It was sensational.
I clawed at the blanket, snatching it toward me and flicking hay into the air. My pussy hadn’t been probed like that in a long time, if ever.
Luca wriggled his finger inside me, gripping me in exquisite overload. It was several thumping heartbeats before I gasped for a breath. He drew his finger out and ran it over my clit. I raised my hips, and a moan escaped my throat, begging him to do it again.
He didn’t just do it—he alternated between plunging into my throbbing hole and flicking my clit. The delicious pulses blazing through me hit fever pitch. Years of sexual regression evaporated as layer upon layer of red-hot lust stacked within me .
My insides curled. I gasped for air.
His finger-fucking continued. My body tensed, gearing up for an explosive release.
Every nerve ending tingled. Every ounce of my flesh was alive.
I cried out.
Luca rammed two fingers into me, plunging my depths. I saw the moon. I saw stars. I saw absolutely nothing. My hot juices trickled from my body over and over. And over.
It seemed an eternity before the gripping sensations settled.
But as my body ebbed into relaxation, a revelation hit me.
I’d just had my first true orgasm.
Every other time, when I’d genuinely thought I’d climaxed, had been fake.
This was not fake. This was so real it was mind-blowing.
Unbridled pleasure shuddered through me. I feel so alive.
Luca removed his fingers, and as I questioned what the hell just happened, he shifted away and kneeled between my legs. His pupils were massive. Greedy.
I’d better hang on.
Clutching the tartan blanket, I prepared for spectacular.
Luca’s hands were warm and eager as he hooked them beneath my knees and pulled me toward him. He lowered his head between my legs. My breath trapped in my throat.
With his dazzling eyes piercing me, he did something no man had ever done. He licked my vagina. His first touch nearly shot me out of the stables. I snapped my knees shut, and he pulled back just in time. Clutching the tartan, I gasped for air. My mind raced. My heart did too. His tongue was warm and slick.
Weird . . . but fucking wonderful.
He returned his tongue to me. It was hot, oh so hot. He rolled it around my clit and the sensation shot me to the moon. Luca was a master. Each stroke of his tongue loaded another exquisite layer onto a second orgasm building inside me. He added a finger to his tongue, sliding it into my throbbing abyss, increasing the gloriousness.
Oh. My. God. My building orgasm was huge. Mammoth.
In and out, he drove his finger. Up and across, he maneuvered his hot tongue. He mixed it up. Slow, then fast. Licking. Plunging. Sucking.
My point of release came so swiftly it caught me by surprise.
I imploded. Exploded.
My body shattered into glorious quivering pieces.
“Holy.” My voice wobbled. “Wow.”
Luca’s grin took his already stunning looks to extraordinary. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh.” Words were impossible.
His face was a mixture of curiosity and expectancy. He wanted me, and oh my god, if that didn’t make me feel incredible.
I spread my legs again and eased my hips forward. I wanted more. Oh, so much more. “Okay.” I barely recognized my voice. “I’m ready.”
I thought he’d wriggle forward and aim his rock-hard rod at me. But with an intriguing smile curled on his lips, he lowered himself between my legs again. His warm tongue rolled around my sensitive bud, and I tried to absorb every exquisite sensation. Hot. Wet. Incredible.
Why, oh why, did I wait until I was twenty-nine to experience this?
My gaze shifted from his bobbing head to the stable ceiling and back again. My world tilted, and everything disappeared. There was just my pussy and his expert tongue.
I was lost in absolute bliss.
Luca explored my depths, taking his time. His magical tongue met my own raging fire. I raised my hips, begging for more. Luca was a miracle worker. As his tongue continued gliding up and down, his finger twisted in and out.
Gasping, I snapped my knees shut, trapping him there as wild sensations shot through me. But he didn’t stop. No, no. He did the opposite. He drove his fingers faster and harder, matching his thrusts with his flicking tongue.
I couldn’t hold back a second more, and as I clutched a handful of his hair, another orgasm raced through me. He continued his attention to my pussy, drawing out every last drop of my climax. I moaned with the long, sweet pleasure of release until it ebbed from my body.
“Daisy.”
My eyes shot open at the sound of Roman’s voice.
Luca and I froze.
His giant cock pointed at my face.
His eyes met mine.
And Luca’s fingers stayed inside me.