Page 54 of Wicked Healing

She smiled at him softly and he had to reach out and pull her in for a kiss. Then, unable to help himself, he guided her hips up over his own. Erin gasped in surprise, then laughed. “You seem to be getting a little cocky, Mr. Carmichael.”

She swiveled her hips and lifted her knees, riding the ridge of his hardening cock.

“I am,” he admitted, grinning, running his hands up beneath her t-shirt, “but it’s mostly your fault. Fuck, where is your bra, woman?”

Giggling, she leaned into his touch. “I never put one on after you made love to me,” she admitted. “Maybe I was hoping…”

She braced her hands on his shoulders and rocked against him, then leaned in for a kiss. Luca was more than happy to oblige her. It was amazing to him how quickly they’d become close. He couldn’t even remember why he’d thought it would be a good idea to stay apart.

Erin moved off of him, dropping her shorts and panties to the floor, then helping him shift his shorts down. “Is this okay?” she whispered.

Luca choked out a laugh. “You’re joking, right?”

Reaching one hand down he slipped a finger into her damp curls as she settled over him. She was soaked. Fascinated, he explored her a little, finding what she liked. Erin was a very responsive woman, gasping and sighing, then crying out as he circled her clit with the tip of his finger. Luca himself was aching to be inside her, but first he wanted to watch her orgasm. The first time had been rushed and he’d been too lost in himself.

She panted as he touched her and he could tell by the speed of her breaths when she was about to peak. Her head lolled back on her shoulders and her breasts bounced as hard contractions began to roll through her. Sliding a finger deeper he felt the pulse of her body and it was all he could do to fight off his own orgasm as she ground against his hand. Then she cried out, panted and moaned, long and hard. Rolling her head forward she found his mouth, keeping their lips connected as she lifted up for him to slide his dick inside her.

Luca groaned then as well, feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm. She was slick and hot and as he seated himself inside her he set off another round of little contractions. “Oh, my god,” she groaned. “You’re going to make me come again.”

She flexed against him, grinding down hard. Luca held her ass in his hands and forced himself into her as tight as he could. Their bodies made sound as they moved together, but it enhanced the experience. Luca knew his orgasm was only moments away and when she slipped her tongue into his mouth he was a goner.

It was only as the orgasm began to surge through him that he realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. That was why the sensations were so much stronger. She rode him hard and the pleasure was the absolute best he’d ever felt.

It was several long minutes before she could sit up. Her body had rippled with aftershocks for a long time, teasing out little mini bolts of pleasure from him as well. Luca couldn’t even begin to articulate the happiness he was feeling at that moment. He was settling into the stride of his combat modified normal, as some of the guys at rehab had called it. Wicked was healthy and strong. He was dick deep into the perfect girl…

Luca couldn’t even think what would make it more perfect. Well, if Erin felt about him the way he felt about her.

As if she sensed his thoughts, she drew back enough to look into his face. They were eye level with each other and the closeness that he felt with her in that second was profound. Literally, he was as close as he could physically be to another person, and if he could have been closer he would have.

Erin gave him a slow smile. “If you get spooked now, buddy…”

He shook his head. “I’m not spooked. Quite the opposite actually. I want more.”

Her golden eyes widened and she tilted her head. “Oh, really? I might need a few minutes to recover.”

Luca grinned, then let it fall away. “That’s not what I meant. I’m nuts about you. I mean, seriously coo-coo for Co-Co Pops nuts. You could ask me for anything right now and I’d do my damnedest to give it to you. Or die trying.”

Her eyes seemed to turn glossy, like she was fighting tears. “I just want a few little things. Your trust, for one. I’m not going anywhere and I’m not looking for anyone else. I also want your heart. Every little tiny piece of it.”

Luca swallowed but nodded. It was time to jump into his future with both feet. “You’ve got it,” he promised her. “I love you, Erin. I can’t even pinpoint when exactly it happened. It’s just been creeping up on me, a little here, a little there, until I can’t even imagine a life without you.”

Now he knew she was crying. They rolled down her cheeks and dripped off her jaw and onto his chest. Wrapping his arms around her he held her tight to his heart.

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“Erin, where are you?”

Erin jerked her head around to the sound of her mother’s voice, then she squinted at her bedside clock. Was it seriously five o’clock in the morning? What the hell was her mother doing in her house?

Scrambling from the bed she darted to the hallway door, cracking it open. Luca shifted in the bed behind her.

Her mother was in the hallway, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. She was stroking her hand down Wicked’s head.

Erin knew that the gig was up. “Go make coffee,” she snapped before closing the door.

Her mother’s chuckle as she disappeared into the kitchen held self-satisfaction, and it pissed her off.

“What’s up, babe?” Luca asked.

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