Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Luca
Icarry her into the passenger seat of my car, I lean across and I find the seatbelt and I pull it across her and click it into place.
I look at her face, this close, the wedding hairdo still perfect and the veil gone. I take her face in both hands and I kiss her. I breathe her in deep and she makes a sound against my mouth that undoes several months of careful containment all at once.
I force myself to pull back.
I go around the car, I get in and I drive.
I find a parking structure three blocks away and I pull in and cut the engine, before I turn to her, she is already turning to me.
She wraps both arms around my neck and pulls me in and kisses me back, her mouth.
I hold her face and I let it happen then I break apart and I press my forehead to hers.
"Princess," I tell her. "You were brave today."
She pulls back just enough to look at me with those blue eyes. "So do I get a reward?"
I want to answer that in the most immediate and direct way possible. I can't yet.
I reach into my breast pocket and I take out the crystal and I hold it out on my palm between us and I watch her face.
She reaches out to the crystal, holds it and looks at me and says, "Where did you find this? I thought I'd lost it forever."
"Is it important to you?" I ask.
She turns it over slowly between her fingers, looking at it with a slight frown. "It just gives me comfort," she says. "It always has. I don't know exactly why."
I look at her face and I ask carefully, "Where did you get it?"
She leans back against the seat and looks at the crystal in her palm and says, "I helped a man once.
It was a while ago. He'd been shot and there were men chasing him and I pulled him into my car and hid him and helped him get the bullet out.
" She pauses. "It was on the back seat after he left so I kept it. "
It was her. It was her the whole time. What are the odds?
Her bra is hanging between two dark suits. I have been looking for her ever since, and she has been here, right here, close enough to touch.
"He was such a pervert though," she adds.
I go very still.
"Sorry?"
"The man," she says, returning to a genuine grievance that seemed never properly resolved.
"He stole my bra. I took it off to help him and he just stole it.
She shakes her head. "After everything I did for him.
I saved his life and he took my bra as some kind of souvenir.
" Her eyes narrow. "If I ever find him, I am giving him a piece of my mind. "
I make a quiet decision that the moment I return to that house I am getting rid of it before she ever comes anywhere near that wardrobe.
"You," I start, and I hear something in my own voice that I don't normally hear there. "You think he's a pervert."
"What else would you call it?" she demands, turning to face me fully. "I dug a bullet out of a stranger's chest and he didn't even say thank you, he just took my bra."
I open my mouth and I think about exactly how that conversation goes and I close it again.
Nathalie, I am the man from the garage, I have been looking for you for two years, also I took your bra and it has been hanging in my wardrobe in Las Vegas between two suits.
I look at her face, at the genuine offended energy she is currently radiating at the memory of a stranger she has never met, and I think about her turning that expression on me.
No, not today. Not right now. There will be a better moment.
"Why are you asking about this?" she queries.
"I was just curious," I keep my eyes forward and I clear my throat.
She asks more quietly, "Is this about the woman you're searching for?"
She has her chin up and her jaw set and she looks at me with a brave face "You came here because you chose me. Didn't you?"
It comes out like something she has decided to believe rather than a question she needs answered. "You have to forget about her. You liked her first but I'm here now."
I reach out and I take her hand from her lap.
"I choose you," I tell her. "Over and over."
She grins then she looks down at our joined hands and she says quietly, "I'm the daughter of a disgraced corrupt politician now.
What I did today was reckless and the coming days are going to be difficult and messy and I don't know exactly what it will cost me.
" She pauses and she looks up at me. "Do you still want me? "
I lean forward and I kiss her, keeping her hand in mine and I pull back just enough to say against her mouth, "No one will ever touch you. I'll make sure of it."
She leans into me and I press my lips to her hair.
"Come back to Las Vegas with me," I say.
She blinks. "Now?"
"Now," I confirm. "Today."
She nods with a smile.
I look at the dress, it's a dress that she wore to marry another man and is still wearing. I reach out and I touch the fabric at her shoulder.
"I can't stand you in this," I tell her quietly. "Take it off."
She looks at me. The corner of her mouth deepens. "I quite like it actually," she murmurs.
I look at her.
"Do you want to be punished?" I ask. "Don't be stubborn."
She holds my gaze and without breaking it she says. "Then take it off my body."
I kiss her hard and she holds onto me, fingers digging into my shoulders as my hands find the delicate seam of the white dress.
The fabric rips under my grip with a tear that echoes in the quiet car.
I keep kissing her, my tongue pushing deep into her mouth, stroking against hers until her lips turn dark red and glistening from the wet friction.
She climbs over the console to straddle me, still kissing me desperately, her hands threading through my hair and tugging hard.
I rip the dress further from underneath, tearing it open from hem to waist so the torn white silk falls away and exposes the smooth curve of her bare ass.
The thin lace thong is the only thing left. I yank it aside roughly.
We breathe heavily against each other, gasping with raw, aching desire. Both of us are already red-faced, skin flushed hot, sweat beginning to bead on our foreheads and slide down our necks.
She pulls back just enough to speak, forehead pressed to mine, voice trembling. "You can't leave me now. You can't give me away to anyone else."
I grip her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. "I don't give anything that belongs to me away."
I was losing my mind without her. How could I leave?
We kiss again, our tongues slide wetly together, sucking and licking as we devour each other.
She undoes the buttons of my shirt with shaking hands and pushes it open, exposing my chest and the dark tattoos running down my arms. Her mouth moves to my neck, kissing and sucking, teeth grazing my skin.
"Do you like that?" she whispers between kisses. "Did you miss me?"
I fist her hair and the back of her neck, lifting her face so I can look at her. "I missed you so much I forgot to breathe."
She smiles, her eyes glassy. "Sweet talker."
If only she knew how many times I had to remind myself to inhale when she was gone? I held my breath one too many times, waiting for her to walk through the door. She never did.
We kiss again, saliva coats our lips and chins. I shove my pants down just enough to free my cock. It is already hard and leaking. My fingers slide between her legs, pushing the ruined lace aside, and sink two of my fingers straight into her soaked pussy.
She moans loudly, hips rocking against my hand, her wet opening gripping me tightly.
I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them slowly, dragging them against that sensitive spot inside her. Her pussy flutters and clenches around me. I watch her face twist in pleasure, her brows furrowed, lips parted and swollen red, eyes half-lidded.
She pants against my mouth, breath shaky. "Please… tell me I'm prefect for you…"
I groan at her voice pumping my fingers harder, the wet sounds obscene in the car. "You're so good for me, princess. So fucking perfect."
She whimpers, grinding down desperately. "More… please… tell me I'm your good girl…"
"You're my good girl," I rasp. "My perfect girl. So wet and tight. No one else gets to see you like this. Only me."
She cries out, head falling back, breasts bouncing with every desperate roll of her hips. "Yes… I'm your good girl…"
I lean down and suck on one erect nipple, my tongue flicking over it while my fingers keep fucking her.
"Good girl," I murmur against her skin, breath hot. "You're doing so well for me."
She whimpers, legs trembling. "I like your fingers… they feel so good… please tell me again…"
I pull back just enough to look at her flushed, desperate face. Sweat falls from her collarbone.
She moans as her pussy clenches harder around my fingers. "I want your dick… please… I need it…"
I pull my fingers out slowly and I release my throbbing cock. She reaches down and slides down onto me. We both gasp sharply as her pussy envelopes every thick inch, squeezing around me like she never wants to let go.
It feels like coming home.
Our eyes meet in the dim light of the car. I cup her face with both hands. "You love me."
She rocks slowly against me. "I love you too."
I kiss her deeply as she starts to move, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm. She moans into my mouth, her perky breasts bounce freely between us. I grab them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh, my thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks as she rides me.
Fuck, she feels incredible. She is so tight around my cock. Her pussy is drenched.
I hold her waist with one hand and her neck with the other, guiding her movements while I thrust upward to meet her.
She is beautiful in her hunger.
Between thrusts I kiss her again, tilting her head back so I can bite her throat, then kiss her swollen lips once more.
"Mmm," she cries in pleasure. "Luca… I'm coming… I want you to play with me more… I don't want it to stop…"
I turn her body slightly so she's facing the passenger window, her hands instinctively pressing against the glass. I keep one hand fisted tight in her hair, pulling her head back so her neck arches.
She whimpers as I thrust into her again.
"Yes! Luca! Yes! Oh! Fuck!"
I start fucking her harder, her hips coming forward, making her breasts bounce and slide against the glass with every powerful thrust. Her nipples leave faint smears on the fogged surface.
Sweat rolls down my chest and drips onto her back. I can see her reflection clearly, her face twisted in pleasure.
"Say my name Princess! Whose pussy is this?
"Luca, it's yours," she gasps.
"Luca…" she moans, voice breaking. "I'm coming…"
Her excitement builds visibly her breathing turns into desperate, panting cries, her pussy flutters and clenches wildly around me, her flat stomach tightens, and her breasts bounce harder against the glass with every snap of my hips.
"More…" she begs, voice trembling, sweat dripping down her head and between her breasts. "I like what you're doing… Please don't stop… it feels so good…"
I tug her hair harder. "Good girl," I growl against her ear, breathing hot. "Look at you, pressed against the window, taking my cock. So fucking beautiful."
Her excitement builds higher, her moans turning into broken cries. "Don't stop… I'm so close… please— fuck,"
She cries out as the orgasm crashes over her, her pussy clamping down hard around my cock Her hands slip on the fogged glass, leaving streaks as her whole body convulses in pleasure.
I ride her through every wave, kissing her neck and mouth and swallowing her broken moans. As the tremors slowly fade, I stay buried deep inside her, both of us panting, trembling in the steamy car.
"I love you," I whisper against her swollen lips.
She kisses me back softly, still trembling around me. "I love you too."