Page 38 of Worth the Risk

“Kinda loving that about you, Han. But I don’t think I’m going to be able to focus on cooking now, knowing you’re right here, like a present I need to unwrap,” he says against my skin.

“I’m not that hungry,” I blurt out, causing Luca to throw back his head with a bark of laughter.

“No?” he asks.

“Are you?” I respond.

“Just for you,” he answers. His lips find mine again as he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I’m glad the dress I wore today is an A-line, so I can still get as close to him as possible.

“Bedroom,” I mumble against his mouth. “Now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he responds. Luca walks toward the bedroom, his lips never leaving mine. I expect him to drop me on the bed, but he sets me on a dresser instead. The height of the dresser makes us almost eye level. Luca tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, dragging his finger down my neck and into the valley between my breasts. “Baby, I don’t have a condom, but fuck, I want to see what you’re wearing under this …”

“I, uh, I have some condoms,” I whisper, suddenly shy and self-conscious. The badass bitch from earlier has left the building.

“You have condoms?” Luca asks, one eyebrow cocked as he waits for me to answer.

“I picked up a box today,” I confess, and I feel Luca let out a relieved breath.

“Thank fuck,” he says, leaning his head against my shoulder. “I should have gotten some. But I didn’t want you to think I expected this — anything — tonight.”

“It’s — it’s been a while for me, Luca. You don’t have anything to worry about with me …” I trail off, realizing I’m insinuating I have to worry about him. He sighs against my skin.

“I haven’t slept with anyone since well before we met,” he whispers.

“Really?”

“Really. And the team tests us routinely. I just got tested a few weeks ago. All clean,” Luca says.

“I just assumed — I mean, the night we met there were all those girls …”

“I know. Nothing happened with them. I’m not even sure why I brought them back to my place. I’ve been miserable for a while now. I think, maybe, I’ve been waiting for you,” he says quietly.

Oh my.

“Do you remember telling me that you don’t share?” I blurt out.

Luca chuckles. “Yeah?”

“Neither do I.”

“I’m cool with that, Pix. I want you, and only you. Sound good?”

“Yes please,” I sigh as I pull his mouth to mine. I’m about to tell him to pull me off the dresser, but Luca reads my mind and yanks me back into his arms, letting me slide down his body. He steps away from me and stares down at me.

“Take off your dress, Pixie. Slowly,” he commands, his voice seemingly deeper and huskier than just a moment ago. My dress has a series of buttons down the front, and my fingers shake as I slowly unbutton them, one by one. Luca’s eyes are hooded as he watches, his breathing labored. “Show me your bra.”

I pull the dress apart, letting him see just a hint of the white lace bra. He groans and closes his eyes momentarily, before adjusting himself in his pants.

“Take off your shirt,” I whisper as I continue to unbutton my dress.

“Take —” Luca’s voice cracks, and he clears his throat before continuing, “take off the dress. Now, Pixie. I need to see you.”

While he yanks off his own shirt, showing me the most amazing set of pecs I’ve ever seen and what appears to be miles of bronze skin, I let my dress fall to the floor. I’m left in a bra, garter belt, stockings, and stilettos.

“Jesus Christ, Hannah,” Luca growls. “Holy shit you’re so fucking hot. Get over here.”

I don’t even get a chance to move before Luca grabs me and crashes our lips together in a brutal and erotic kiss. I gasp into his mouth as his hands find my bare ass, and he groans as he gently kneads it. As the kiss really gets going, I’m unceremoniously tossed onto the bed.

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