Page 87 of Sinful Temptations

“You . . . you have?”

He took my cup from my hand and steadied it on the grass. Then he continued crawling toward me, forcing me to lean back as he hovered over my body.

“You smell so good.” His voice was a throaty whisper.

“I do?” Mental note . . . buy Dove roll-on deodorant in bulk.

“Oh yeah, you sure do.” His stunning blue eyes captured me, like a moth to a flame. With his fiery red hair, his brilliant blue pools, and his luscious plump lips, I had officially been whisked away into a magical fairytale.

He was the handsome hero and I was the damsel in distress.

Although my only distress was my lace panties that were strangling the life out of my vagina.

His lips latched onto mine, forcing me to hold myself upright as he pushed against me. Luca was eager. Very eager. His tongue probed past my lips, probing, tasting. His hand gripped my breast and squeezed. Hard.

“Ouch.” I winced at his vise grip.

“Sorry . . . sorry.” He pulled back. “I’m just a little excited that you’re here.” He drove his fingers through his hair and suddenly seemed awkward.

I felt terrible for instigating that. “It’s okay.” I touched his cheek, enjoying the softness of his ginger beard beneath my fingers. His eyes met mine. The blue in them was intense, pure, and they lured me into an enchanting spell. Maybe they were magical because I was overwhelmed with an unprecedented desire to make him happy. No, not just happy. I wanted to make him feel like the luckiest man in the world.

I reached for the buttons on my blouse and began undoing them. “You can kiss them better if you like.”

His eyes zoomed in on my chest. “I’d like that very much.” With each button I undid, my insides tingled with anticipation at him seeing my sexy lingerie. I must’ve had his eyes in mind when I’d dressed today because my bra and panties were an almost perfect color-match to his spectacular blue irises.

I peeled my shirt open. His already stunning eyes dazzled. It was the reaction I’d been hoping for. When I’d bought thismatching lingerie, I’d hoped a man would one day get to see them.

My prayers had been answered.

The fabric covering my breasts was so sheer that my protruding nipples threatened to poke right through the lace. Luca’s eyes twinkled as he eased forward, latched his lips over the fabric, and attempted to suck my nipple into his mouth. I eased back onto the blanket.

Luca kneeled at my side. His delicious gaze devoured me, and every nerve in my body came alive.

But it wasn’t enough. I wanted his hands on me.

I wanted his hot tongue on my flesh.

I wanted anything he was willing to give.

Reaching around, I unclipped my bra, wriggled it free, and my breasts flopped to either side of my chest. Luca cupped my left boob, directing it upright, and wrapped his lips around my throbbing bud.

I groaned at the sensation and closed my eyes. A light breeze whispered over my body, teasing the moisture he’d slicked on my nipple. I writhed beneath the lick of his tongue, focusing my attention on my nipples, peaking and hardening. When he sucked on my delicate bud, my eyes flashed open and for a couple of delightful seconds, I filled my memory banks with this vision of Luca . . . his fiery red hair tumbled forward, his eyes closed, his long dark lashes fluttering and my mammoth breast in his mouth.

I wished my eyes had panorama mode so I could take it all in at once. Lucky for me, this image was one I was likely to remember forever.

I glided my hands up his back, exploring the solid contours of his body. He murmured something and the way he said it, like a breathless whisper, thrummed off his tongue. Tingles prickled my flesh, and my hardened nipples were set to burst.

I tipped my head back and lost myself to this wonderful slice of heaven.

Luca somehow managed to undo my jeans without taking his lips from my body. I kicked off my pumps and raised my hips, making it easier for him to wriggle the denim down my legs. Using my feet, I pushed my jeans off and flicked them away.

I lay there in just my blue panties. The lace was so sheer that my pubic hair, that I had thankfully taken time to trim, was visible. Luca’s breathing grew deeper. His chest rose and fell. His eyes devoured me, inching up my body. His fingers inched over my thigh, across my panties. He circled my navel, once, twice.

The intensity in his eyes drove me wild.

His tongue lashed out, slicking his bottom lip.

I curled my back off the blanket levitating my breasts upward, giving him more. He obliged by cupping my boob in his hand and with each lick of his tongue, my nipples grew harder, aching with want.

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