Page 74 of The Sweet Spot

“That’s cool. Sometimes I wonder what it would’ve been like to have siblings.” I frown, plopping down beside him. “Maybe I do. That’s so weird.”

Luca cocks his head. “Having siblings you don’t know about?”

“Yes, especially when you consider how they all came to be. God knows how many of us are floating around the world.”

“Have you asked Arlo?”

“No way.” Snorting, I lie back and stare at the buttercup-yellow ceiling. “I’m still trying to get used to the fact I’m his kid.”

“Can’t say I blame you.” Luca reclines on his side, resting his head in his hand as he looks at me. “It’s a big adjustment.”

“I think it’ll feel more real as we spend more time together.”

We fall silent. I wonder if he’s noticed the tiny quotes I started penciling onto the walls back when this room was my haven.

I glance over at him, nervous all of a sudden. “Do you have anything going on later?”

“Not really.” He looks at me. “Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why, you want me to go?” he asks, tickling my thigh.

“No way.” Sitting up, I roll onto his lap and hold him down. “You’re not going anywhere, Mr. Cardoso.”

“Mr. Cardoso, huh? That’s kinda freaky.” He wraps his hands over my ass and squeezes, jostling me back and forth the way he did this morning. “Not complaining, though.”

Flattening myself over him, I kiss each of his cheeks, ghosting my lips over his stubble and his mouth. When I get there, he’s waiting for me. Holding my face between his hands, he licks his way into my mouth.

Our tongues tangle and play, chasing and retreating until Luca flips me on to my back. Flushed and turned on, I slide my hands up into his hair, high off the way he feels and smells and tastes. He overwhelms me in the best way.

His hips buck against me, and I wrap my legs around him, grinding myself against his hardness.

“You’re trouble,” he whispers, unzipping my hoodie. Dragging his warm, wet mouth across my neck, he sucks my earlobe into his mouth.

“I don’t mean to be,” I breathe, dizzy, trying to keep my eyes open in the onslaught.

“Yes, you do. But I like it. You’re the good kind of trouble.” His breath is hot against my ear. He slides his hand between my legs, pinching gently at the insides of my thighs. It tickles, but it turns me on, too. “I’ve been thinking about watching you come.”

My breath catches. Hearing him say that,like that, makes me wet. “Because of this morning?”

“Like this morning, yeah.” He rubs the seam of my shorts as his tongue trails down my throat and over my clavicle. “But I’ve been thinking about it even longer.”

“Since New Year’s?” I ask, remembering the heat in his eyes that night.

“Since I saw you on that boardwalk.” I’m not wearing a bra, so when he pushes the soft material of my shirt up, he hums in approval, sucking my nipple into his mouth.

“Luca,” I moan, holding him to my breast. My legs shake as his fingers slip beneath the hem of my shorts.

“That’s me,” he says, those clever fingers sneaking into my panties.

Our eyes meet. The last thing I see before my eyes drift shut is Luca, smiling devilishly around my breast. It’s only been a few hours since our playtime in his bed, but I’m already primed and ready for his touch. And boy, is he delivering.

Luca takes turns with my nipples, sucking one before releasing it with a wet pop and going for the other. He rubs his long fingers rhythmicallybetween my slickest flesh, up and down and up and down before sliding one inside me, wrenching a gasp of pleasure from my throat.

I tighten around him, pulling his hair when he adds another finger. “That’s so good,” I whisper, feeling myself tumble a little closer to coming.

“Yeah?” He doubles down, pumping his fingers deeper, faster, his thumb rubbing circles around my clit. The combination of sensations—his mouth, his hands—swirl into a vortex of pure bliss. My orgasm cascades over me, rippling from my center all the way to my fingers and toes.

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