Chapter 4
LUCA
She wraps around me like a vise, already fluttering, about to come just from me sliding inside her.
I curse out a string of Italian and her blue eyes widen, but she doesn’t comment.
She looks Italian herself, other than her impossibly blue eyes, her skin tan, her hair long and dark, curled at the ends.
She looks up at me with those blue eyes, her pupils blown, mouth open as she rocks her hips, trying to bounce on my cock.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “So desperate for my cock. Is this what you wanted, pixie?”
“Yes,” she manages, digging her nails into my shoulders. She wraps her legs around my waist, tightening her thighs to bring me closer.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” I ask, and she bites her lip, looking away.
“Just want it so bad,” she says in a quiet voice, and I can’t help but chuckle, finding her adorable and incredibly sexy all at the same time.
“Want you, too,” I admit, and usually I wouldn’t. Usually I’d just keep making her beg, but I can’t help the way my hips thrust forward.
She moans deep in her throat, almost a growl as I thrust harder. Her hips rock to meet my thrusts, her thighs thick and jiggling as I pump in and out of her.
“Fucking perfect.”
I don’t even realize I said it until she whines, looking up at me with desperate blue eyes.
“Luca,” she whimpers. “I’m close. So close.”
“I can feel it. I can feel you clenching around me, pixie. Come for me. Let go. I’ve got you.”
I scoop my hands under her back, lifting her up as I keep moving my hips. She wraps her arms around my neck, panting as she holds on.
I feel her walls pulse around me as she comes, going limp in my arms, her eyes rolling back in her head, and my balls draw up.
I drag in a ragged breath, trying to hold on. I have control. I’ve always had control, and that’s why I’m not worried about fucking this little detective with no condom.
But I’m steadily approaching my orgasm.
“You on the pill?” I rasp, looking down at her with urgency.
“IUD,” she answers, barely managing to get the words out as I feel her come around me again.
“Good,” I grunt, and thrust deep and spill inside her, unable to stop myself.
I blame it on the fact that she has my perfect body type—smaller breasts, a wide, ample ass…
And those sharp blue eyes of hers that go all doe when I kiss her.
She’s a cop. I shouldn’t be here.
I shouldn’t be tugging her into my arms, drawing her close, kissing along her collarbones. Taking her for round two and three until she’s a boneless mess in my arms.
I nuzzle into the hollow of her neck, and she laughs softly. It makes something in my chest flip.
My spent cock twitches, wondering if I could have her again before morning.
“I saw you,” she says, and I freeze, muscles stiffening. I don’t move my lips from the base of her throat, though.
“Mmm?” I murmur against her skin. She shivers, goosebumps popping up along her flesh.
“In the lobby. At the precinct. You saw me, too.”
“I did,” I admit.
I’d seen her at the bar, worried for a minute that she was with her partner in more ways than one. But then his boyfriend showed up, and something released in me. Something seemed to soften.
I couldn’t stop myself from approaching her. I blame that fucking red dress, the one that barely stretched across her ass.
I didn’t want anyone else seeing her in it, and that scared me a little.
But I’m territorial. Always have been. It doesn’t mean anything.
Does it?
“Did you recognize me?” she asks.
“Of course I did. You’re not an easy woman to forget.”
“So you know I’m a cop.”
“Figured,” I drawl. “Given the uniform and everything.”
She huffs out a breath, blowing her side bangs out of her face. “And you’re…”
I don’t supply her with an answer. “I was helping a friend.”
“By turning him in?”
I shrug. “Might get him clean.”
“Did it?” she asks, looking up at me, and I smile down at her.
“It did. For now.”
She nods slowly. “It can be hard. My dad used to do drugs, back when he was young.”
“Yeah?” I nose against her neck. “What kind?”
She shrugs. “I dunno. He never told me, but he always worked so I assume uppers.”
I nod, kissing her temple. “Pretty sure my dad has done uppers his whole life.”
“Is he older?”
“Sixty-six,” I admit. It’s the most I’ve talked about my father in years, so I’m not surprised when I stiffen, my expression shuttering.
She notes the body language. She’s a smart little pixie, I’ll give her that.
“My dad is only fifty-five.”
“You’re young,” I say easily. She’s probably twenty years my junior, which is not usually my type at all.
“Not that young.” She sticks her chin up, looking ever more like a pixie.
I chuckle, kissing the tip of her nose. “Be quiet and get some rest.”
She shakes her head but makes no move to get up or move otherwise.
“You should go. Call a cab.”
“It’s two in the morning,” I remind her.
When she sits up on the edge of the bed I grab her around the waist, pulling her back into bed. She squeals but giggles when I bring her close again, pulling the covers over both of us.
“And besides, I want to take you again before dawn,” I murmur close to her ear, and she hums, melting against me.
God, her body is perfect. My hand fits on her ass perfectly. I squeeze the flesh there, wondering how she would sound if I hit her there, smacked my palm against that perfect ass.
She leans into my touch, her hands spreading across my chest.
“Or maybe I’ll take you again right now,” I mumble, licking the shell of her ear before I move to turn her around, lifting one of her legs over my bicep. I slide into her easily; she’s still wet and ready from before.
She makes a whining noise in the back of her throat and I press into her harder, loving the way she flutters around my cock.
“So wet,” I praise. “So tight.”
“So big,” she moans, and I can’t help a half-grin. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that particular phrase, but something about it feels different with her. Real. Raw.
Not like some other girls, like they’re reading from a script.
“You like it hard, pixie?”
“Please. Make it hurt,” she moans deep in her throat and I draw in a sharp breath, my spine tingling at her words, my cock aching as I pump in and out of her.
I don’t waste time, fucking her hard and fast, rough just like she wants it, and Sophia doesn’t disappoint. The sounds coming out of her are sounds I don’t think I’ll ever forget.
Moans, whimpers, whines, and finally she goes almost silent, just a grunt here or there as I feel her contract around me. She’s coming, writhing beneath me and it’s only a few more thrusts before I spill inside of her once more.
Thank god for IUDs.
She’s still limp as I kiss along her face. I frown and gather her into my arms. “Are you alright?”
She looks at me, a dopey grin on her face, her eyes wide.
“Never been better.”
I smile in response, and she puts her head on my chest. I’m not usually a cuddler after, not really. I put up with a few cuddles because, well, that’s what’s considered etiquette. But holding Sophia feels right in a way that I don’t understand.
It’s like she was meant to be close to me.
“You really should go,” she mumbles, making no move again.
“Do your legs even work?”
She groans. “Not really.”
I chuckle. “Then it’s probably a good idea that I stay. You know, to protect you.”
“To protect me?”
“Since your legs don’t work,” I say matter-of-factly.
She laughs and the sound makes my heart flutter.
Sophia rolls over, putting a hand on my chest. “This is just a one-night thing, right?”
I blink, a little surprised. Most women want at least a hint of a future. And unlike other women, I hadn’t given my speech about how I don’t do relationships. Not yet.
“If that’s what you want.”
“Is that what you want?” She looks up at me with earnest blue eyes.
“Sure,” I say, just to make it easy. Easy for her. Easy for me. Because if I was honest with her and myself, I would have said hell no.
She smiles. “You don’t seem like the type that wants a girlfriend.”
“I’m not the type.” It’s the truth. I don’t know why I want to see Sophia again. Why I’m almost desperate to see her again.
“Me either. At least not now,” Sophia muses.
“Why not now?” I ask quietly, twirling one of her dark curls around my finger.
“I’m moving up. Got promoted,” she says idly.
I hum. “Promoted, huh? So you’re gonna lock up all the bad guys?”
She looks at me over her shoulder, grinning. “At least most of them.”
“And what if I’m a bad guy?”
She grins wider. “Then I’ll lock you up.”
I scoff. “You can try.”
She hums out a nonsense reply, falling asleep on my chest. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I so worried she’ll disappear?
My grip around her tightens.
I slowly doze off. When I wake up, Sophia is gone, and her house is empty.
I stay for an hour or two, resisting the urge to go through her things. I know where she lives. She can’t completely disappear.
I won’t let her disappear. When I want something, I go after it.
And I want Sophia.