I let out a breath in exasperation. “I’ve told you to take me. What more do you want?”
He stilled for a moment, making me gaze up into that perfect face of his. “Don’t you realise that once you’re mine, there’s no going back? Once I feel what it’s like to be inside you, there will never be anyone else for you again.”
Sighing was becoming a habit for me ever since Luca walked into my life. “You only met me yesterday. How can you say things like that? Also, how do you know what it’s going to be like inside me? I may be the crappiest shag you ever had in your life.”
Luca shook his head indignantly. “I know that’s not true.”
I looked up to him. “How?”
Luca captured me with his eyes again. “Didn’t you feel it when I walked in and we first laid eyes on each other? I saw a photo of you at your aunt’s place and haven’t stopped dreaming about you since. It was only when I saw you in the flesh that it really hit me, though.”
I frowned. “What?”
Luca smiled down at me. “That raw energy someone gets when they have an instant reaction to someone they haven’t ever met before. It was that intense heat and energy which seemed to bounce from me to you the minute I opened that door. Didn’t you feel it? Or am I just going crazy?”
I sighed again in defeat. “No, you’re not going crazy.”
Luca stared at me for the millionth time with those beautiful caramel eyes of his. He gazed from my eyes to my lips and boy did it make me feel dizzy.
The song quickly came to a halt and another soon followed. This time it was, “When a Man Loves a Woman,” by Percy Sledge.
“I really want to feel your lips on mine. I want to feel what it’s like to explore your mouth. You don’t know how bad I want that now.”
I shrugged, trying to make sense of why he wasn’t pushing harder. “Then, why don’t you?”
Luca gritted his teeth. “Because that fucker marked you. I don’t want to cause you any pain.”
“I don’t think you could ever do that.” I didn’t know where that came from, but it felt right. I should have been scared and intimidated by this man, but instead I felt safe—I felt protected.
Instead of waiting for Luca to make the first move, I initiated our first proper kiss. I moved up slowly on my tiptoes so I could reach his mouth. He soon realised what was happening and leant down to accommodate me better.
That first brush against his lips had a fire raging. It was only the tiniest touch, but my body reacted to it violently. My lips stung a little at the pressure of his mouth, but I forced it to the back of my mind—not wanting to stop the overwhelming feelings that having him close brought me.
Before long, I had slipped my tongue out and traced the line of his lips from top to bottom, making him shudder and growl. I went a step further and nibbled the top of his lip after tenderly kissing him. Our bodies were as close as they could be, and I felt his hardness against my belly. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him in deeper as I frantically wanted him to do something—anything—to release this ache that had been building and building inside of me.
I thought Luca was going to relent. I thought he would pick me up and take me to bed. Instead, he pulled away again, leaving me desperate for him. “You’re not ready.”
I immediately became angry. I don’t know where it came from but I was fuming. “I’m going to bed!”
Luca chuckled. “Hey, don’t get mad.” He grabbed my arm, but I yanked it away.
“Leave me alone. Don’t touch me.” I said it with such venom that his release was imminent. To say his face was shocked would have been an understatement.
“Hold on a second. Are you mad at me just because I won’t make love to you tonight?”
“No!” Too bloody damn right I was!
“Then, why are you angry with me?”
“No reason. I’m just tired and want to go to bed. I’m going to get changed in the bathroom.”
I grabbed a black baby-doll negligee and—with a naughty smile on my face—headed for the bathroom. Two could play this game.
Once I had washed up, brushed my teeth, and changed, I opened the door to find Luca lying on my bed. When his eyes looked up to meet mine his expression nearly had me giggling. His eyes were as wide as saucers. “Why are you wearing that?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “What? This old thing? I always wear things like this in bed. Why? Don’t you like it?”
“You know that’s not true, so I don’t know why you’re even saying it.”
“Stop being a big old grumpikins and keep your hands by your side like a good boy.” Walking towards my bed, I pulled the covers down and got in.