She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten they weren’t alone. Had he forgotten? Or had he been aware, maybe even counting on the fact that someone out in the bushes was taking pictures to sell to the highest bidder? She knew she had no right to be angry. He hadn’t tricked her; she’d known they had an audience. Apparently, the key to making her completely forget everything was a sexy Greek god singing to her in the moonlight.
“Sorry,” he said, taking her hand to pull her up. He kept his arm around her waist, drawing her close for another kiss. She was angry but…she sighed, melting against him. Who was she kidding? She had no defense against him.
He reluctantly released her. “Got a little carried away there,” he said with a slight laugh.
That assuaged her embarrassment a bit. At least he didn’t seem to have purposely started a make out session for the benefit of the cameras. She hoped.
He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “Why don’t we take this back to house where we won’t be interrupted?”
Her heart thudded. She knew what he was saying. If they picked up where they left off, somewhere where they were alone, with a bed, it was going to go all the way. Hell, if Joseph hadn’t interrupted them, they might be well past the point of no return right there on the beach.
Luca watched her, waiting for her answer. She wanted to so badly she literally ached, but if she gave in now she was just setting herself up for heartbreak when the whole charade was over. She’d never been a casual sex–type person, and she was already starting to care for him more than he’d ever care about her. Sleeping with him was a really bad idea.
She opened her mouth to tell him no. “Yes,” she whispered.
The look of sheer carnal promise Luca aimed at her sent a fine tremble running through her. He drew her in for one last kiss and then took her hand to lead her to their waiting car.
She couldn’t believe she’d said yes. She should take it back. Tell him she’d changed her mind. But as she settled against him in the backseat of the car, his arm pulling her close, his hand tangling in her hair while he trailed kisses over her heated skin, she knew no matter how badly she might regret it in the future, she wanted this, wanted him, desperately.
She’d deal with the future later.
…
Luca couldn’t believe she’d said yes. He expected her to shoot him down immediately, but she hadn’t. His body thrummed, impatient, greedy. He wanted all of her right then.
When they arrived at home, the house was quiet, the kids and Mrs. Ballas tucked up asleep in their wing of the house. Luca barely paused to nod good night to Joe before marching to his bedroom, his hand entwined with Constance’s. He pulled her into the room behind him, kicked the door shut, and had her up against the wall, his body holding her captive.
Her eyes widened, their deep blue centers dark with desire. Her mouth dropped open, her breaths coming in little pants. He throbbed, ached. He pressed against her, growing even harder when her eyes fluttered and a little moan escaped her lips.
He leaned in close. “Is it still a yes?” he asked. He’d die if she said no, but he wanted to make sure she knew what she was getting into and was on board one hundred percent.
She opened her eyes, staring into his for a moment before smiling, then she trailed her hands up his chest, pushing his shirt up so she could skim over his nipples until they pebbled under her fingers. He yanked his shirt off over his head, giving her better access. On the way back down she applied her nails, pressing hard enough to draw a growl from him. She leaned forward, pausing with her lips a breath away from his.
“Yes,” she said. “Please, yes.”
That was all he needed to hear. He closed the distance, his mouth devouring hers until she whimpered and moaned. He bent to lift her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, crying out when the hard length of him pressed against her center. God, her wet heat radiated through their clothes. They needed to come off. Now.
He turned, marching across the room to the bed. He let her slowly slide down the length of his body, biting his lip as every inch of her rubbed against him. His hands moved under her shirt, lifting as he went. She raised her arms and he slipped her shirt off over her head so he could push her bra aside. His hand closed over a breast and she moaned, arching into him. If she kept doing that, he’d never last.
He left her for a second to grab a condom out of the drawer of the nightstand.
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “And all was well at my last physical.”
“Same here. Minus the pill part,” he said with a grin.
“Guess it doesn’t hurt to double up.”