Chapter 42 Luca
LUCA
In the time it takes Isla to go to her house and pack a bag, not including her swimsuit, I manage to get home and tidy up, put a bottle of her favourite wine in the fridge, and make sure the hot tub is ready to go.
I’m second-guessing my last-minute decision to light some candles, worried it’s way too cheesy, when I hear the doorbell ring.
I go downstairs from the rooftop as fast as I can.
I open the door to see Isla standing with one hip cocked and a smirk on her gorgeous face. “I was starting to think you fell asleep on me,” she teases, brushing past me, letting her fingers trail across my chest.
“Nope. Just preparing the hot tub.”
Isla lets her bag fall to the floor, her gaze never leaving my face, as she then kicks off her sandals and brings her hands to toy with the bottom of her dark blue Thunder T-shirt.
“Good.” Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips.
“That’s good.” In one motion, she peels off her shirt, dropping it to the floor as well.
I don’t hold back my groan of appreciation as her lace-covered breasts come into view. “I hope you remembered, no bathing suit required.”
She only nods, then pushes her pants down over her round ass, wiggling a bit as she shimmies them down.
“I did.” Stepping out of her pants, she closes the distance between us wearing nothing but lace.
Placing her hands on the hem of my T-shirt, she peels it off before going up on her toes to whisper in my ear, “Let’s get wet, Luca. ”
Before I can second-guess myself, I bend down and grab her behind the knees, straightening up to toss her easily over my shoulder as she shrieks my name.
My grin couldn’t be wider, as I take it slow going up the stairs.
Every step is a challenge, but one I’m fucking determined to beat.
Of course, it could be easier to keep my balance if Isla stopped wriggling.
“Stop moving, woman.”
“Luca, you’re insane. Put me down!”
I smack her lace-covered ass in response. “Are you questioning my ability to carry you up these stairs? I know I’m older than you, but I’m not that old.”
She falls silent. “No. Of course not. I would never do that, Luca. I trust you.”
I reach the top of the stairs, feeling my quad muscles burn. It’s moments like this that I resent my condition. A normal guy with my fitness level would be able to carry his partner up a flight of stairs without thinking twice. Whereas for me, that was a massive achievement.
I slowly lower Isla down, keeping my hands on her bare hips in case she’s dizzy from being upside down. “Baby, I’m just teasing you.” I drop a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I know you trust me, and I don’t take that for granted. Now, do you want to get in the hot tub or not?”
It takes a second for the concern to fully fade from her face. Which, honestly, just makes me love her even more. She’s always aware, always considerate of my needs and my feelings. Even when she doesn’t have to be.
But her perfect smile comes back, filling me with love and warmth. “Lead me to this magical rooftop patio of yours.”
I reach behind her and open the door. She steps outside and wraps her arms around her waist with a shiver. “This is gorgeous, but I was an idiot for getting undressed inside.”
“A very sexy idiot.” I smirk. “C’mon. The hot tub is over here.” I lead her past the seating area, to where the steam is rising from the bubbling tub.
“Oh Luca,” Isla sighs, and any doubt I had about the candles being too much is banished.
I push down my shorts and underwear at the same time, tossing them to the side. When Isla turns back, her gaze immediately drops to my cock, which is already hard.
“Someone’s eager,” she murmurs teasingly before reaching behind her back and unsnapping her bra. The straps fall down over her shoulders, then to the floor.
“You’ve been teasing me in nothing but lace for far too long, wonder woman. This is what happens.”
She shimmies out of her panties next, and then she’s naked. And still shivering.
“Get in the water,” I command as I move to the chair I placed next to the tub.
She does as I say, sighing as she sinks into the hot water.
I remove my prosthesis and the liner underneath as quickly as I can, setting it carefully to the side, far enough from the water.
Then, in two hops, I’m at the edge of the hot tub.
If I was with anyone other than Isla, I might feel self-conscious about having to do that, and the way I have to swing my legs over the edge to get in instead of stepping in like a normal person.
But with Isla, I don’t give it a second thought.
As soon as I’m seated in the water, she glides over to me, placing one knee on the bench on either side of me, coming to straddle my hips. I tangle my hands in the hair just above her neck and pull her in for a long, deep kiss.
“So. Rose and thorn for today?” Isla asks when we finally part.
“No thorns. Only roses.”
“No.” Isla laughs, pushing me away when I try to move back in for a kiss.
“I’m serious! Rose and thorn for today. I’ll go first.” She tilts her head to the side, as if she’s thinking about her answer.
“Okay. I’ve got it. My rose was watching Charlie throw out the first pitch with you by his side.
And my thorn was worrying about the possibility of a rain delay all morning. ”
“Mother Nature knew better than to mess with all of your plans.” I smile and press a kiss to her forehead. “Fine, I’ll play. My rose was seeing all of our hard work pay off, with a stadium full of happy, excited fans. And my thorn was not getting to watch the game with you.”
She rolls her eyes, but I just shrug. “Hey, it’s true. Next game, I want to watch with you on one side and Charlie on the other. That’ll be a perfect day.”
Isla melts into my arms at my simple words. “How are you so sweet?”
“You make it easy, wonder woman.” I lean in and kiss her again.
And again. And again. “Are you warming up?” I eventually ask in between kisses.
I can feel her lips curve upward as she nods and continues to kiss me. On my lap, her hips start to move, rocking back and forth along my cock that’s trapped between us. The friction, the warmth of the water, and the feel of her naked body pressed against mine, it’s sensual perfection.
I moan, dropping my lips to her bare shoulder and lightly sucking the skin there, letting my teeth graze over it. She gasps, her nails digging into my back.
“Fuck, Isla, you gonna just ride against my cock like that, baby? Is that gonna get you off, or do you need more?” I lift my head and take in her flushed cheeks, lush lips that look well-kissed, and I smirk. “Or do you trust me to know what you need.”
“That depends,” she says, the words coming out breathy. “Are you going to dirty talk and tease me all night, or are you going to make me come?”
“Who says I can’t do both?” I counter, but my hand is already moving down, under the water, sliding in between us and zeroing in on her clit.
I pinch it lightly, making her gasp. Her hips still as I play with her, my thumb and fingers dancing around her pussy, toying, teasing, and spinning her even higher.
When her head falls back with a sigh, I take advantage and suck her nipple into my mouth, releasing it with a pop, only to do the same on the other side.
My cock is throbbing, aching, desperate to get inside of her and find release, but I hold back.
This is about her.
I slide one fingertip inside of her, dragging it out slowly before pushing it back in, deeper this time.
“Oh Luca,” she moans, rocking her hips up to try and push me in even farther. I let it happen. Knowing she’s as desperate as I am has me wanting to throw my plan to tease her into a frenzy off the fucking roof.
“Give me one right now, baby. Come all over my fingers and then you’ll get my cock.”
I thrust two fingers in, curling them to find the right spot to apply pressure. I capture her lips with mine and kiss her through her orgasm, feeling the pulse of her inner walls around my fingers as she comes.
She pulls back first with a gasp, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Fuck me, Luca.”
I shake my head. But before she can react, I say, “I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to make love to you. Dirty, sweet, fast, slow, rough or gentle, I don’t care. But you’re the love of my goddamn life, Isla Forrester. So I won’t fuck you. I’ll worship you.”
My cock pushes into her swollen pussy, and she cries out my name.
It’s awkward, only having one leg to push against the floor of the hot tub.
But a lifetime of adapting to one leg has me strong enough that I can match Isla’s movements well enough.
And fuck, it doesn’t even matter what I do, the simple sensation of her body against mine, her pussy hugging my dick, the sound of her gasps and cries, it’s enough to have me worried I’ll lose it too damn fast.
I grab onto her hips and take control of her movements, slowing her into a smooth back and forth that I emphasize with a push of my hips every time she comes in close. I can tell the change in angle is good for her by the way she whimpers against my lips.
“Oh my God.”
The steam swirling around has made her cheeks pink, her hair damp and curling around her head, and I swear, she’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now, coming undone in my arms.
I let my own head tip back as she writhes on top of me, the squeeze of her around my cock dragging out my own orgasm as I let go inside of her.
Eventually, her body relaxes, going limp in my arms, and I hold her tightly against me, savouring the intimacy between us.
I could spend forever loving this woman, and I fully plan to.
I have no idea how much time passes before she lifts her head, looking at me from sleepy eyes. “I love you.”
The simplicity of those three words is misleading, given the immense depth of emotion they stir within me. My eyes close as I absorb them into my heart. It doesn’t matter how many times she says it, I’ll never get tired of hearing it.
“And I love you.” I stroke my fingers over her face, noticing how the skin that is out of the water is chilled. “Let’s go inside and warm up.”
She nods and moves off my lap, climbing out of the hot tub and quickly grabbing one of the oversized towels I hung up before she arrived earlier. “Do you need any help?”
I’ve already leveraged myself onto the edge of the tub and swung my legs around, but I give her a grateful look. “Thanks, baby. It’s fucking cold, so maybe just my towel, and stand nearby in case I slip on the wet floor?”
She doesn’t bat an eye, moving to my side, and handing me a towel. I stand on my one leg and hop to the chair next to my prosthesis. Drying my leg takes a minute, and then I roll the liner back on and slide my limb into the prosthesis.
Hand in hand, we make our way back down the stairs and into my apartment. As soon as we hit the bottom of the stairs, I come to a stop. “Shit, I forgot to put the lid on the hot tub.” I kiss her head. “Be right back.”
“Okay,” Isla says with a smile. “I’m going to text Charlie to check-in, anyway.”
I’m not gone long. But apparently, I’m gone long enough for Isla to check on her son and put on one of my dress shirts.
Fuck me. The damp towel wrapped around my waist is cold, yet even still, my cock hardens underneath it at the sight of her.
“Stealing my clothes?” I ask in a husky voice. “Not that I mind, it looks better on you than me.”
Her fingers toy with the top button on the shirt, grazing over the bare skin revealed there. “My towel was wet, this was the first thing I could find.”
“I’m not complaining, baby. Not at all.” I step closer to her, reaching one hand out to grasp her behind the neck and pull her in for a kiss.
A different kind of shiver runs through her as she runs her hands up my back. The damn towel is just barely staying on, thanks to my cock trying to push through the fabric. And when she presses her hips into it, I swallow down a groan.
“The question is, what are you wearing underneath it?”
She steps back with a coy smile. “I didn’t have time to put on anything else.”
“Perfect.” I smirk. “The only thing I like better than you wearing my clothes is you wearing no clothes at all. My room. Now.”