Page 48 of Sinful Escape

I wanted more.

With trembling fingers, I touched his chest. Muscles, as firm as cast iron, rippled beneath his polo shirt embroidered with the château logo. Raising my eyes to meet his gaze, I parted my lips and as my heart thundered, I silently begged him to kiss me again.

His mouth met mine and the frigid girl he’d kissed moments ago melted into a pool of lust. I clutched his hair and pulled him closer. He pushed my back to the wall and our tongues danced. I was so eager to explore, so desperate to taste him. My body shot straight into overdrive like I’d been released from a nunnery and every nerve craved sex.

His hand found my left breast, and grabbing a handful, he squeezed. He was eager. Maybe a little too eager. Certainly not delicate like Pierre.

Again, with the comparisons! Focus, woman.

Luca pulled back; lust blazed in his eyes. He grabbed my hand. “Come with me.”

“Okay.” There was no hesitation required. I didn’t know where we were going or his plans, but if it meant more hot kisses, I was willing to find out. Yay me.

He led me to a grand set of mahogany stairs that curved toward the loft. I’d never been up there before, but with the rest of the stables as a benchmark, it would be incredible. At the top of the stairs were a couple of rooms, but we passed those, striding along an open walkway that overlooked the stables. Below in the stalls, dozens of horses seemed oblivious to the horseplay happening above them. Suppressing a giggle, I took a quick peep at Luca’s firm butt as his muscles bulged and flexed beneath the white denim. Lordy. Lordy.

At the end of the walkway was a large open area, stacked to the rafters with bales of hay. The far wall had two giant doors; one of them was open and offered a view over the château and the luscious green valley in the distance.

Luca led me to the middle of the room, turned to me, cupped my cheeks, and kissed me again. I groaned at his urgency. He placed his hand on the small of my back, tugging us together, and when his hips moved, mine stirred in sync.

Our kiss deepened. He pulled me closer, squishing my boobs to his chest. Gliding my hands over the planes of his back, I explored every exquisite mound.

Luca had muscles upon muscles.

Stepping back, he clutched my hand. “Don’t move.”

I nodded; words were impossible. I’d stay all summer if he’d return and repeat those kisses.

Luca turned and ran, and I giggled at the sound of his boots thundering along the balcony.

My lips felt swollen, which wasn’t surprising, it’s been years since I kissed with such passion.

Actually, that was a lie. I’ve never had a kiss like that. Like we’d die if our lips and tongues didn’t meet.

Luca and I were greedy for each other. Needy for each other. As much as I wanted him, he seemed to want me.

Was I actually going to have sex?

Glorious shudders shimmied through me. It was exquisite.

If I kept feeling like this, then hell yes, I was.

But with each ticking second, my brain whizzed from one thought to the next, each the opposite of the other.

What am I doing?

Having fun.

But I should be working.

My group is fine. Nobody will even miss me.

What if I don’t know what to do?

Shit! I was terrible at sex.

That’s right. What the hell am I doing?

Luca’s boots thumped across the balcony. He was running. Back to me. My heartbeat pulsed in my neck. He wants me.

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