Page 49 of Where We Met

"Have you been here before?"

He squeezes my mind as he leads us down another street. "Many times. There's a family-owned vineyard not far from here that we do business with."

Every time he mentions something like that, I just can't imagine the life he's lived already. I want to know all about it—about him.

"Here we go."

We stop in front of the cutest bakery, with tables sitting outside and colorful flowerpots lining the windows.

"I'm in trouble," I say as we step inside, and I'm hit with the sugary sweet aroma.

"I'll help you work off the calories tonight if you need me to. I'd be willing to take one for the team."

I let go of his hand and shove him playfully. "Watch yourself, mister."

He wraps his arm around my neck and brings his lips to my ear to whisper, "Don't think I didn't see you checking me out last night. You're lucky I was able to keep my hands to myself. But princess, I can't promise the same if I ever catch you looking at me like that again."

As if the proximity of our bodies didn’t already have me shivering, I squeeze my legs together on instinct at his words, trying to fight off the reaction he’s evoking in me. Being the man that he is, it doesn't go unnoticed.

He lets out a literal groan, then backs away from me. Like he was so tortured knowing what he did to me, his only option—apart from taking me right here—was to let it out with a groan.

"Buon pomeriggio. Come posso aiutarla?Good afternoon. How can I help you?" the young lady at the counter says to Luke.

The look she's giving him makes it pretty obvious that she appreciates what she's seeing. Luke is completely oblivious to the reaction he garners wherever he goes—both from every student in our lecture and every woman we’ve passed in Italy. That, or he's so used to it he doesn't even react anymore.

I'm not used to it, and I'm trying to find out how to refrain from marking my territory. Unable to stop myself, I walk up to him and wrap my arm around him. He looks down at me with a raised eyebrow, slightly intrigued.

"Buno pomeriggio," I respond, mimicking her. That was one phrase I memorized before I came. "What would you like, babe?"

Luke gives me a knowing smirk, then bites his lip in an effort to conceal it. Dammit, he knows I'm jealous, and apparently, he’s enjoying it.

"We’ll get due sfogliatelle e due cannoli," Luke orders as he wraps his arm around me.

After she places the pastries in a bag, Luke takes it from her and leads me back outside.

"So"—he places his arm back around my neck and brings me into his chest—"which would you like to try first… babe?"

I try to shrug him off me, annoyed that he feels the need to rub my jealousy in my face. "Ugh, just give me the damn cannoli."

He goes for the sfogliatelle, lobster tail in America, and we start to walk side by side, enjoying our treat. The ricotta-based filling is amazing, not too sweet, and perfectly light. It’s impossible to stop myself from moaning as I continue to eat the pastry, it’sthatgood.

I think I hear Luke grumble something next to me that sounds likefucking Gabe was right,but I'm too into my cannoli to ask him.

Taking in the views around me and indulging in this sweet treat, I take a second to thoroughly enjoy where I am. I honestly can't believe I'm walking the streets of Montepulciano with this handsome man next to me, enjoying the best pastry I've ever tried.

I take my final bite, and some of the cream slips out of my mouth, coating my lips. Before I can lick it off, Luke grabs my hand and drags me to an alley between two old buildings, away from the crowd. His eyes are dark as he puts his hand on my stomach and gently pushes me until my back hits the wall.

My brain is trying to keep up with the present moment. One second, I'm eating; the next, I'm struggling to take in a breath as I watch Luke step into my space. He puts his hand on my face, tugging my head to the right, and then proceeds to lick the cream off my chin.

I let out a small gasp as he whispers, "Next time something is dripping out of your mouth, it's going to be my cum."

And there goes my underwear, they're drenched.

Just as quickly as I ended up against the wall, I'm dragged away with the yank of his hand. Honestly, I didn't know Luke had such dominance in him. It's hot as hell, and it’s going to make staying away from him that much harder.

"Once again, an incredible meal," I say to Teresa and Isabella. "I'm so grateful for your wonderful hospitality."

When they stand to clear the table, I stand up and start to pick up whatever I can.

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