His brows met together. “Did she hurt you?”
“No. Why would you think she’d hurt me?”
“Eleni is,” he paused, and Sabrina knew he was trying to find the right words, “a bit territorial.”
“Territorial?”
“Just stay away from her.”
“You’re fond of warning me off people, Luca.”
He winced.
“Aren’t you going to ask me if I accepted the money?”
“You didn’t.”
Joy blossomed in her heart. Had he finally realized she wasn’t the kind of person the media made her out to be?
“I saw the torn check in the salon.”
“Oh.” She averted her gaze, her heart plunging in disappointment.
He cupped her chin and tilted her face up to meet his. “And the things I gave you. The clothes, the shoes, the jewelry.” He caressed the angle of her jaw with his thumb. “Why did you leave them behind?”
“I didn’t want any of them.” When would he believe her? She gazed straight at him, hoping he could see her heart in her eyes. “All I wanted was you.”
She didn’t receive any warning. Strong arms hauled her on top of firm thighs and then she was being ravaged. A hand gripped her hair and she let it. His mouth plundered hers and she let him. Fingers played between her legs and she let them.
She was his. To do with as he pleased.
And he was hers too.
She clutched his thick, dark hair, nipped on his lower lip, licked the abused flesh. He leaned back against the seat, settled his hand on her waist, and let her do as she willed.
“The driver,” she said.
“Don’t worry about it.”
She twisted her head and saw that the glass divider between the driver and passenger had turned opaque.
“You have trust issues, strega.”
“I’m a work in progress.”
“So am I.”
It was as much admission as they were able to make at the moment. Sabrina would have to be satisfied for now. But at least it was a start.
She unbuttoned his pants, worked on the zipper, and freed him. He groaned when her hand closed around his shaft.
He reached for the button on her shorts as she began stroking him.
“Do you have protection with you?”
His hands stilled. He muttered an oath.
She increased the pace of her stroking and slid down his lap. “Don’t worry about it,” she echoed his words.
“Strega, it’s fi-” his words ended on a groan as she took him in her mouth. Sabrina saw him watching her with a heavy-lidded gaze. She reached down and felt the slickness between her legs.
“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was slurred with pleasure.
She bobbed up and down on his shaft in assent.
“Cazzo!” His hands were clutching the edge of the seat, the veins between his knuckles standing in relief. “I’m close,” he warned. “Pull out.”
She didn’t.
He came almost immediately, his hips bucking as she refused to let go. Sabrina flicked her nub, taking in as much of his essence as she could until her own release slammed into her, making her pull away at last for fear of accidentally biting him.
She sagged against the wall of the car door, spent. Luca was no better. He was breathing heavily, his arms flung limply by his sides.
The musk of their coupling was undeniable in the closed confines.
“I hope this isn’t a rental.”
A corner of his lip kicked up. “It isn’t.”
She staggered to her knees, knelt between his legs, and grasped his clothed thighs. “Thank God.”
He finally moved, plucking a silver handkerchief from his breast pocket.
“Let me.” She grabbed the silk cloth and wiped him off. He was amazed that he was beginning to stir again under her fumbling attempts to clean him up.
He snagged her wrist. “I think that’s enough,” he said hoarsely.
“But I still have to-”
“We’ve arrived.”
Sabrina glanced out of the heavily tinted windows. They were at the marina.
“Oh.”
They put themselves to rights.
Antonia hurriedly went in search of the first aid kit without question when she saw Sabrina’s disheveled state.
They were back in the skylight room and she was sprawled on the couch while Luca played doctor. He had divested most of his clothing except for his white shirt, rolled at the elbows, his underwear, and socks.
“That was a famous street you went tumbling down in.”
Sabrina grimaced when the antiseptic Luca was applying smarted. There was a rather big abrasion on her elbow.
“If you’re going down, might as well go down big, right?” she said glibly.
He paled around the mouth. He didn’t appreciate her humor. “It’s not nicknamed the ‘Jack and Jill street’ by tourists for nothing.”