When She Fell for the Billionaire(78)

She smiled when she saw his quirky socks. This time they had stripes. He had stripped down to his underwear, socks, and a chunky silver band around one wrist.

“What are you smiling at, witch?”

“Your thing with your weird colored socks.”

He knelt by the edge of the bed and peered into her eyes. “I have a thing for weirdly colored things.”

“Uh huh.”

“They make me feel,” he paused, cocking his head as if the air around them could give him the right word,“things.”

Sabrina grinned. “What kind of things?”

He grasped her hand and brought it between his legs. “This kind.”

“Poor baby,” she crooned as she unzipped his pants and freed the hard, hot length of him from his underwear. He hissed as she kissed the tip of his shaft then let out a guttural moan as she took him deeper. His thumb stroked her cheek. Sabrina glanced up and saw him watching her with a heavy-lidded gaze. His hips flexed, and he cursed hoarsely, fisting her hair.

“On your back,” he ordered, pulling out of her mouth with a popping sound.

She flopped on the bed while he bent and reached for his pants pooled around his ankles. He fumbled around, produced a condom, and sheated himself in record time. He hiked her dress past her hips, slid her panties to one side, and was inside her with one smooth thrust.

They moaned in unison.

Luca reached down between them, his fingers circling with delicious pressure on the sensitized spot between her legs. Sabrina came violently, her torso arching off the bed and a keening cry escaping her lips. Luca grunted, spread her legs wider and higher, and pounded into her even as the aftershocks of her release still gripped her. He collapsed, panting, beside her.

Sabrina woke up with Luca’s arm snaked around her waist. She ran her fingers lightly across the scruff on his jaw. She noticed the dark circles under his eyes and realized he must have gotten little sleep from the night at the emergency room and today’s launch.

She stared at the sky through the circular glass panel. There was no moon tonight. She sighed. She was loath to move to check the time and disturb Luca. The fundraising party tomorrow would be their last night together before she had to fly back to Los Angeles with Chase.

“Stay,” his gravelly voice rumbled in her ear. He moved languorously, like a jungle cat rousing from sleep. His hand caressed her hip.

She didn’t know if he was referring to tonight or her stay on the island. She was hesitant about raising the issue. Afraid, more like it.

“I saw him there.”

He nuzzled her neck. “Who?” he said, distracted.

“Markos.”

She felt him grow rigid. He pulled away, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the same glass panel she had stared at a few minutes ago. “We haven’t talked since the reception.”

She waited for him to say more. And waited.

Until she couldn’t. “I’ve put a wedge between you and your friend.”

Luca’s countenance became grim. “Good. It’s going to stay there for a long time.”

She could hear the hurt in his gruff voice. “You should talk to him.”

“After the way that bastard behaved?” he spat out.

“He was just protecting his family.”

“You’re part of that family too, strega.” His chest heaved as he sighed. “I will, but only so that he can locate Eleni. She flew out of Seirenada yesterday. She has to be made accountable for her actions.”

“I have my answers already, Luca. I don’t need anything from them.” It would take time for her to process and absorb the painful truth about her past, but she would get there eventually.

He scowled. “You’re a Konstantinos, whether Markos likes it or not.”

“It doesn’t matter. The day after tomorrow, I’m going back to California. They won’t hear from me again. You can fix things between you and Markos.”

His head whipped to her. “What the hell are you saying?” He reared up on the bed, as if a switch from sleepy to angry had been flipped. “What about me? Will I hear from you again, or was I just a holiday fuck after all?” His lip curled derisively. “It’s really no more than I deserve, the way I set out to treat you at the start.”

“It’s nothing like that at all.” She willed the tremor out of her voice. “It’s never going to work. You’re based in Italy and I live in another country. It’s better this way,” she said with forced conviction. “We say goodbye before…before my attachment to you grows.”

“The hell I will!” he rasped, looming over her like an angry god. “Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? You’re mine, strega, and I’m yours. I’m not going to let you go.”