Page 26 of Finding Love

“I’ll be fine.” Especially while she’s this close, smelling as good as she does, looking like sex on two legs, even though she chose a modest dress for dinner. If anything, she’s sexier this way, more tempting than ever. “Why don’t you close your eyes?” It’s clear she’s fighting to keep them open.

“Maybe I will. It’s like now that it’s over, all I want to do is sleep.” My heart skips a beat when her head touches my shoulder. It’s the simplest gesture, yet it means everything. It isn’t long before her breathing slows, and her body goes limp against me. It makes me consider telling the driver to take the long route. I don’t want to give this up.

Stop being a fucking child. Rather than indulge my little fantasy, my thoughts turn to the business of keeping the Washingtons safe. I didn’t bother telling Emilia about the detail I assigned them since she almost blew up when I suggested keeping them under surveillance.

I feel a hell of a lot better with eyes on them. That’s more important now than ever since they’ve been out in public with me. It didn’t seem like there were any threats in the restaurant, and we kept our plans quiet. I can’t let her fears paralyze me. I know what I’m doing.

Is there any way to feel confident about what you’re doing when you love someone?

Her head is still on my shoulder when we roll through the gates. I hate to wake her when we stop in front of the house since it means losing this moment and the trust that goes along with it. I can’t help but take the opportunity to stroke her silky cheek, half-hidden by hair. My hand trembles when I remember everything we’ve come so close to losing. I can’t allow it. I can’t let her slip any further away.

“We’re here.” I give her a gentle nudge that makes her stir, blinking sleepily.

“Already?” She fights to rouse herself and needs a hand getting out of the car. “Wow, I really dropped off fast,” she mumbles.

“I’m sorry I had to wake you up.”

Fuck, is she tempting, leaning against me and yawning as I unlock the door. She’s warm and trusting now, and I don’t know whether my performance at the restaurant is the reason why or if it’s simply that she’s too tired to think. Not that it matters. I get to lead her inside and walk her to the bedroom, where she immediately kicks off her heels and lets her coat drop to the floor.

There’s something wild in her eyes when they meet mine—something I’ve missed. “Do something for me?” she asks, turning around and brushing aside the loose, golden waves flowing down her back. “Unzip me?”

I don’t know if she’s trying to seduce me or what, but it’s working. Not that she would have to try hard. As it is, I have to remind myself to breathe as I lower the zipper to her waist, revealing her creamy skin, all of it practically begging to be touched.

I would swear there’s an electric charge in the air by the time she turns back to me, swaying a little, brushing against my chest. “Thank you.”

“I do what I can.” My voice is hoarse, and my chest is so tight it’s a struggle to take a breath. The way she’s looking at me, her warmth, her familiar body, it’s all working together to make it impossible to hold myself back.

The thing is, I would swear she doesn’t want me to. “Do something else for me?”

“Anything,” I vow.

“Stay.” With that, she lets the dress fall, the fabric pooling at her ankles to reveal her luscious tits encased in a strapless bra that matches the lacy thong she wears.

“And do what?” I have to ask. I can’t help it. My hands settle on her hips, and she closes her eyes, sighing softly.

Then she winds her slim arms around my neck, one hand cupping the back of my head so she can pull me down into a soft kiss that doesn’t stay soft for long. There’s no hope of that, not when an inferno erupts when her juicy lips meet mine.

My tongue slides against hers, and she moans, opening her mouth wider so I can probe and explore while her fingers run through my hair. I can’t help but touch any part of her I can reach—her silky skin and the goose bumps that erupt over her arms, shoulders, and back. By the time her ass rests in my palms, she’s moaning helplessly, offering no resistance as I back her up against the bed, then sit her down.

I slowly sink to my knees, letting my hands play over her curves before I break our kiss and ease her backward. She goes stiff, and her breath catches, but I undo her a little at a time, kissing my way down her body until she arches her back, offering herself to me. I reach behind her to deftly release the bra clasps, then take hold of her tits and thank whatever or whoever is making this possible.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I groan out before taking one of her nipples into my mouth, my cock throbbing with every guttural moan filling the room. Her head falls back, and her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. Demanding.

She’s going to get everything she wants.

Once I’ve worked her nipples into tight peaks, she falls back onto the bed, and I continue my tour of her writhing body. With my tongue, I trace a line down to her navel. “Luca…” She moans, lifting her hips when I tug at the waistband of her thong with my teeth.

The scent of her arousal is overwhelming and only gets stronger when I’ve dragged the scrap of lace over her legs. She spreads them for me without any prompting, treating me to the sight of her smooth lips and the juices already glistening on them. Her short, sharp breaths fill my ears along with the pounding of my heart as I run my flattened tongue up her slit.

“Oh my God!” She grabs my head, pulling it against her pussy and grinding her hips. I would normally take the lead, but there’s something electric about letting her take what she wants. My aching cock drips in my pants, and I use one hand to free myself while she rides my face, grunting and moaning in abandon, coating my chin with her sweet juices.

“So good… just like that…” she breathes out, tightening her legs around my head. “Ah… there, yes. Fuck!”

Fuck, yes, I’ll do that. I will do anything she wants, fisting my cock and flicking my tongue over her swollen bud. “Yes!” she sobs out, hips bucking, legs tightening until she’s squeezing my head. Tighter, tighter, I ride it out until she goes still in the final moment before her orgasm takes hold.

“Yes… oh God, yes…” Spasms wrack her body in the wake of pleasure, and every quiver of her dripping hole sends a fresh wave for my tongue to savor. It’s been too long, and I’ve needed her too much to hold back now.

Once her legs fall open and she’s caught her breath, she sits up and wastes no time peeling away my suit jacket. I stand to let my pants drop, and she takes hold of my cock, guiding it to her open mouth before I know what’s happening.

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