Page 56 of Pleasure Games

“Luca!”

He growled in response, gripping her hips and driving into her one last time before squeezing his eyes shut and shouting something in French.

* * *

The woman was insatiable. Was there any wonder? She was a passionate, sensual being who had never been able to express that part of her. So Luca had no problem with the fact that they spent the next five days in bed. He warned her she might feel sore, but she never complained.

Probably because she was always so fucking wet.

They’d laundered their clothes and hung them on the line to dry—they should really pick up some more—but so far they’d had very little need for clothing. Their last few days had consisted of waking up, fucking, eating, showering, fucking, napping, eating...fucking.

He still had another week before he could return to his normal life. The Legrand champagne had increased in value thanks to the magic of Myra Monte, and his absence hadn’t hurt. Checking the prices was the only thing he’d used his cell phone for, which he only did every other day now. If he had to bide his time out of the limelight, then spending it in bed with Jasmine wasn’t the worst way to do it.

The only problem was, he needed Jasmine to go back to her own life at some point. So why did the thought of her leaving create a strange ache in the pit of his stomach?

Maybe because she had helped him forget about the pain he had always associated with this villa and the loss of his mother. Or maybe it was because, for the first time since his mother had died, Luca felt as if someone saw him for who he truly was. Not Luca Legrand the hotshot Grand Prix motorcycle racer. Not Luca Legrand the heir to a fortune.

Just Luca.

It was late afternoon, and they were lying in bed after another hot and heavy session. Her body was warm and pliant in his arms, and while she was drowsy, he could tell by her breathing that she was still awake.

There was nowhere else Luca wanted to be at that moment. Not even on the racetrack. Holy shit. That was saying something.

Jasmine shifted in his arms and reached for the box that stood open on the nightstand. She pulled out the line of condoms, counted them and then stuffed them back inside. “We have four left. You know what that means?”

“We’ve used twenty?”

“Your math skills are astounding.” She laughed. “Do you think we should get some more?”

“At the rate you’re going, we’ll need more by the end of the day.”

She slapped him playfully on the chest before lying back down. “I never imagined it’d be this way,” Jasmine said quietly, lost in thought as she lazily drew lines up and down the length of his torso.

When he didn’t respond, she continued, “I mean, I’d imagined it...lots of times. All the time, actually. But I kind of thought it wasn’t real. That maybe I was deviant because I thought about sex all the time, you know?” She propped her chin on her hand so she could gauge Luca’s expression. “I didn’t think people really did it this much. Is it normal?”

He stroked the hair at the side of her head. “Yes, it’s normal. And you are not deviant.” His smile grew. “Well...maybe a little, but the good kind of deviant.”

She returned his smile and laid her head back down, pressing her ear to his chest. Was she listening to his heartbeat? He pulled her closer, liking the idea.

“Is it like this with other men?”

A grumble erupted deep inside of his chest. “Other men?”

“Are all men like you?” She shifted onto his shoulder so she could see his face. “Do they like doing it as much as you?”

The deep, rumbly sound inside of him intensified.

“Why are you growling?” she asked, propping herself up again.

“I’m not growling.”

She patted his chest. “Yes, you are.”

He lifted his head and gazed at her. His smile had disappeared and he felt his nostrils flare.

“Are you angry?”

“I’m not angry. I just don’t know how to answer your question. I don’t think about the sex lives of other men.”