Chapter 15 #2
“It drives me wild when you give yourself to me completely,” Luca says. His mouth hovers over mine, and I raise up, craving another taste.
I can’t stand all the teasing. I need more.
He makes me feel so damn desperate, like I can’t ever get enough when I’m with him.
He keeps me trapped against the mattress, my arms above my head. “Don’t move your hands,” he instructs.
I nod, following his command.
“Good girl,” he says with a knowing grin and flips me around, keeping my arms above me but my stomach against the mattress.
He slides my panties down my legs.
I feel exposed.
Vulnerable.
But I trust Luca.
“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Luca whispers, and then I feel his tongue on my spine, the heat of his lips and mouth as he moves across my back, dropping kisses over my flesh.
Every place he marks feels scorched as I tremble, my hands clasped tight, bound above.
“Don’t fight it,” Luca whispers. “I want to see you come in all the different ways possible.”
I whimper; his breath, his words, they’re enough to make my insides turn from a warm tingle to a dull throb, craving contact.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I ask, my voice betraying me as I sound throaty and raw.
“Only if you ask nicely,” Luca says, and his lips nibble on my hip. One hand holds my hands above my head, the other moves down to my folds as I spread my legs, and my God, the man knows how to work those fingers.
“Fuck,” I mutter, widening my legs, wanting him to satisfy the dull ache.
I swear I can hear the smile on his face. “You are so perfect for me,” Luca whispers, and I whimper when I feel the contact disappear from my hands. “Don’t move,” he commands.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see that he’s shifting on the bed, guiding my hips up as he stares at my ass, or maybe it’s my pussy he’s admiring.
“Get a good enough look?” I glare at him, and he chuckles.
“Not even close. I just love every part of you,” Luca admits, and a long finger glides over my bottom hole.
“What are you—” He grazes the skin but doesn’t sink his finger in. “I want to claim you here.”
My breath catches in my throat, nervous, my stomach a flurry of butterflies. “I’ve never—”
“Not tonight,” he says, and his fingers circle my bottom as I squirm, unsure if he’s going to push past my little hole or just tease me until oblivion, making me both excited but nervous. “When we’re married.”
He shifts on the mattress, guiding his head between my legs and then lowers me down as his tongue swipes out, licking my pussy, tasting my juices as he thrusts his tongue into my wetness.
I know I’m already dripping for him, the evidence on his tongue as he laps at my arousal, his tongue moving from my folds up to my clit.
With each swipe of his tongue, I grow restless. I loosen the restraints from my tank top and slip my hands free, tangling my fingers in his hair, needing to touch him, to feel him, to have some semblance of control.
My pussy throbs, needing more than just his tongue.
I can’t reach his cock, and I whimper in protest. “I want to fuck you,” I whine, letting my fingers stroke his hair and move down his neck.
He releases his grip on my hips and moves his mouth to my inner thigh, taking a playful nip as I squeal at him and smack him away.
“No biting down there!” I growl, but he didn’t hurt me.
He startled me.
Luca smiles and pulls me above him, my body crashing onto his. “By all means, I’d never deny you any pleasure, ever.”
“Of course, you wouldn’t when it involves your pleasure too.” I grin and then climb down his body, my thumb teasing the head of his cock as I watch his eyes struggle to remain open.
He’s watching intently as I bend down and drag my tongue up his shaft.
His fingers tangle in my hair as I let my tongue swirl over the head and then bring my lips down his length, taking him into my mouth.
“Yes, just like that.” His voice is rough and raw, filled with lust.
I swear I hear him growl.
“Keep doing that,” he rumbles as I feel the first taste of wetness glisten from the head.
His hand fingers my hair, gripping me tighter as I take him deeper into my throat. “You take it so well.”
I stare up, my eyes glistening as he struggles to keep his gaze on me.
He’s close and yanks me away, gasping for breath, panting hard, as he struggles to calm down.
He reaches for the bedside table, grabbing a condom from inside, tearing the foil packet open and putting it on.
Luca’s hands are on my hips as I guide his shaft inside of me, and holy hell, does he feel fucking amazing.
My hands claw at his chest, stroking down the skin as I move my hips against his with each slow and drawn out thrust.
“You feel so fucking amazing,” Luca rasps.
My head dips back, body arching as I ride him, grinding my clit against him, making my body begin the first wave as I tremble in his arms.
Luca lifts his hips, matching my intensity as my insides clench and spasm on his cock.
“Fuck yes, come for me, Harper,” he chants, and I swear my body is on fire, ready to explode.
The moan roars through me, my toes curling and insides trembling, tightening down, taking everything he has to offer as I arch into the orgasm.
Luca moves his hips with mine, sitting up to face me, his movements hardly slowing as he grinds and thrusts his hips against mine.
Fuck.
What I thought was a decent orgasm is a million times more intense as it tears through every inch of my body, like a star exploding in the darkest night.
Luca stares straight into my soul, and his lips capture mine, silencing the pleasurable scream that rips through me.
His body tightens against me, and I keep my hips grinding, moving faster and harder, knowing exactly what he craves.
Gasping for breath, my lips tease his ear. “Come for me, Luca,” I rasp. “You feel so fucking incredible.”
He’s close, and the growl that emanates from the back of his throat tells me he’s nearly there.
Luca’s mouth covers mine, pushing his tongue inside past my lips, drinking me in, stealing my breath away as his body tightens and shudders, spilling himself inside of me.
My heart pounds wildly against my chest, and finally untangling, I lie back on the mattress while he tosses the condom into the nearby wastebasket.
Luca collapses beside me, gasping for air. “Damn, you’re going to kill me.”
The sly smile spreads across my face. “You’re the one who came to bed naked.”
“It was so fucking worth it,” Luca says. He pulls me into his arms as I lie with my back against his chest.
“Your heart is going to pound out of your chest,” I whisper, feeling it beating against his ribcage.
“You do that to me,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder. “I’m the luckiest guy alive.”
“Why’s that?” I glance back at him, smiling. My body is humming and ablaze from the heat between us.
Luca’s fingers caress my waist, his touch featherlight. “Because I get to marry you.”
It isn’t long before Luca’s soft breath tickles my neck. He doesn’t move, his grip on me relaxes, but his hold doesn’t loosen.
I can’t sleep.
It’s not for lack of trying.
Reluctantly, I untangle from his embrace, careful not to startle him.
I grab my clothes from the floor, my tank top and panties. Then I reach for his sweats because I don’t have any pajama bottoms nearby.
I slip on his pants. He won’t care, or even notice for that matter. I’m quiet as I patter out of the bedroom, careful not to wake him.
I head into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. I’m parched and drink the entire glass in one shot. I grab the pitcher in the fridge to refill my water glass and hear footsteps behind me.
One swift glance over my shoulder, and I see it’s Ashton.
He’s wearing sweats and a white t-shirt that clings to his body. His hair is ruffled, like he’s been running his fingers roughly through the ends, or maybe Nova has been—best not to ask.
“Can’t sleep?” I guess, assuming that’s why he’s awake and joining me in the kitchen.
“Not with the sounds you were making,” Ashton says, startling me.
I take another sip, hoping to cool off my rosy cheeks.
“Shit. You heard that?”
“The whole neighborhood heard you two.”
Ashton steps closer, invading my personal space.
“You must really be trying to convince Luca you love him with a performance like that,” he says.
“It wasn’t a performance.”
His eyes tighten as he studies me. “I don’t believe you.”
I take another sip of water. “I don’t care what you believe. It doesn’t matter to me.”
Luca knows that what we have is real. I don’t have to convince him.
“Come on, Harper. You don’t have to lie to me. You were really loud back there.” Ashton gestures toward my bedroom. “A girl doesn’t make those kinds of sounds unless she’s trying really hard to sound convincing.”
“Your best friend rocked my world,” I say, staring Ashton dead in the eye. “Not that it’s any of your damn business.”
Ashton leans back against the counter. “I’m just saying, the offer still stands about the wedding. There’s still time to choose—”
“Are you seriously suggesting I marry you?” Why is he bringing up this asinine idea again?
“You don’t have to decide until the wedding day,” Ashton says.
“I’m not marrying you, Ashton. I don’t even like you very much.”
“Ouch.” He holds a hand up to his heart. “I’m just trying to save Luca, help him out.”
I take a step back, bumping into the refrigerator. I don’t see how him offering to marry me is helping Luca at all. “How do you figure?”
“Come on, Luca never wanted kids. He only offered to marry you to protect you from his father.”
“And what you’re doing is so different?” I glare at Ashton. “You have a girlfriend!”
He throws his hand up, a finger against his lips, warning me to keep it quiet.
It’s not like I said who his girlfriend was, but Nova wouldn’t be happy with me if I married her boyfriend. “Is this your way of breaking it off with her, Ashton? Because that’s a really shitty way to end a relationship.”
Ashton steps closer. “Keep your voice down,” he whispers. “And, no. I really like her.”
I thought I was being relatively quiet, but I nod, agreeing not to wake the entire house. The last person I want to wake is Zeke. It’ll take me forever to put him back down to bed, and he’s already going to be up at the crack of dawn.
“Then quit hitting on me and go to bed,” I snap, pointing in the direction of his bedroom.
“I’m trying to help you, but clearly, you can’t see that. Luca likes you, he’d do anything for you, but are you going to tie him down with a family when he’s not in love with you?”
I clench my jaw, my lips pursed as I glare at Ashton.
He’s not making his case.
It’s not like Ashton and I are in love.
“Dante agreed that if I marry you, you’ll be safe. He’ll leave you and Zeke alone.”
“And what about Luca? Will he still be forced to work for his father?” That’s the only leverage that I still have—trying to break Luca out of his father’s clutches, granting him freedom.
“Dante isn’t going to just let his son be free from the responsibilities of the family.
Come on, the odds of Luca even getting drafted are next to nothing.
It’s nearly impossible, given his stats.
He’s a great player, but he’s not professional material.
It’s why his father agreed to the NHL as an exception clause.
He doesn’t think he’ll make it to any professional team. ”
“And you?” I ask, staring at Ashton. “Do you think he’ll make it to the NHL?”
Ashton’s shoulders slump. “I think it’s a fantasy. He can certainly try to enter the draft, but getting to play pro, it’s what we all dream about.”
“I’m not marrying you,” I reiterate. I finish the last sip of water and place my empty glass in the sink.
“I could convince Dante to pay for your son’s education and anything Zeke needs if you follow through with marrying me.”
“You can’t buy me, Ashton. I’m not for sale.”
“What’s going on?” Luca’s voice vibrates through the kitchen as he stalks in, looking sexy and sleepy, all at the same time. He’s at least wearing sweats, although not the ones from today since I stole them from him.
He probably grabbed a pair from the dirty clothes pile.
My gaze is on his bare chest, though, and I can’t seem to look away. Every muscle in his body ripples ferociously.
“Just heading to bed,” Ashton says, attempting to head past Luca.
Luca grabs Ashton by the shirt, stopping him from passing. “What was that about buying my girlfriend?” he growls at his best friend.
I rest a hand on Luca’s arm, trying to calm him down. “Your father is just trying to interfere in our wedding. Don’t worry,” I say, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
He reluctantly lets go of Ashton, releasing his hold on him, but he doesn’t let him leave the kitchen, blocking his exit.
Luca glares at Ashton and then stares at me. “That doesn’t make me feel any better, learning that Dante is meddling. Tell me what’s going on,” Luca demands.