“Would you like anything to drink, Signor Argenti? Ma’am?” A woman in her thirties wearing a white sports shirt with the Argenti logo, a stylized A in black, and navy blue skirt inquired politely.
Luca turned to Sabrina questioningly. She hadn’t said a thing since the incident in the club. She shook her head.
“Perhaps later, Antonia. Grazie.”
The stewardess nodded, her eyes flicking to Sabrina curiously before she disappeared in the direction of the galley. He held out his hand to Sabrina and she took it without a word.
They made their way to the uppermost deck via a series of short narrow steps until they reached the lone room at the top. It wasn’t the biggest room on the yacht, but there was one thing that made it sought after–one that Luca intended to show Sabrina in a while. He had more urgent things to attend to, though.
Such as getting her naked in a hurry.
“Strega,” he murmured because Sabrina was looking at everywhere but him. “Look at me.”
The way she flinched showed how aware she was of the tension between them. Her brown eyes flicked to him then withdrew.
“It’s a beautiful room.” She walked to an upholstered seat by the window, running a hand on the cushion just as she did back in his suite.
And just like that suite, it had also been designed by Chiara. “I’ll let my sister know you approve.” Merda! He had to be careful about what was slipping out of his big mouth. Sabrina meeting his family? It was out of the question.
Luca had been sporting an erection since the little witch had confronted Eleni in the yacht club. Her aggression in defending him from Eleni had completely thrown him off. His ex-girlfriend intimidated men and women alike, and the fact that Sabrina had not backed off told him she would be a tigress in protecting her mate from would-be poachers. That knowledge sent an inappropriate thrill up his spine. Then he stopped short. Had she been just as territorial about the other men in her life, he thought with a spurt of anger. No matter. He would get her out of his system soon enough.
“I like the color scheme–white, black, and silver. It’s supposed to be stark, but it’s not.”
“I didn’t bring you here to admire the room, strega,” he said, amused and a bit irritated at the way she was stalling the inevitable.
She paused, turned to him, and said baldly, “I know.”
Her combined shyness and directness was a novelty.
“Vieni qui.”
“What did you say?”
He hadn’t realized he had slipped into Italian. “I said ‘come here.’”
“No. You come to me.”
Witch! Luca shrugged. “Very well.” He’d give her the upper hand. For now. When she was beneath him later, panting and heaving, it would be another story. “In a few minutes, you will be coming for me.”
The witch did a little eye-rolling. “I certainly hope so.”
Unbelievable! What was more, Luca found it charming even as his cock strained against his pants as he imagined that sassy mouth being put to other, more pleasurable use.
As punishment for her impertinence, Luca yanked her flush against him. She gasped, startled. With his free hand he grasped her nape, angled her head, and started kissing the insolence out of her.
Luca deemed he was successful going about it because at one point, Sabrina’s knees gave way and the only thing holding her up was his arm around her waist. He walked forward while dragging Sabrina, his arms still around her.
He registered the back of her knees hitting the bed when they came to a stop. She went down, bringing Luca with her. “Oof!” she exhaled, sounding pained as they bounced once.
“Are you alright, strega?”
“Yes. I’m good.”
“Then let’s make you feel better.” Luca, if anything, kept his word. “The first step is to unveil.”
“There are steps? Are you following a manual or something?”
He didn’t bother working the buttons on her cardigan. He grasped the edges of both the thin sweater and her tank top and peeled it off efficiently, throwing it carelessly out the way.
“Hey,” she protested, but her protest died an expected death when he unclasped her lace bra and exposed her luscious, rosy-tipped breasts. Her breath hitched. His cock was going to mutiny if he didn’t free it from his pants soon.
“You tempt me,” he murmured to her breasts, “but there will be time for you later. Lift your hips.” She followed him without further complaint this time. Her shorts and underwear were gone in a flash.
“The second step is to appreciate.”
He fumbled for the control on the night table and pressed a button. Bright sunlight spilled from the ceiling like their own personal spotlight.