Page 89 of The Sweet Spot

“I don’t!” I laugh, giving him a light shove.

“Then I’m pretty sure Kellan can drive her home.”

Luca’s right. Saira’s my girl but she’s also a big girl who chose to hang here all day and then go upstairs with Kellan. She wasn’t drunk or impaired, and Kellan’s good people. If it was any other guy, any other situation, I’d insist on checking with her, but I think in this case she’ll be okay.

I send one more text before dropping my phone into my bag. “Okay, let’s go.”

* * *

This time we enter Luca’s house through the front door downstairs.

“Don’t you guys have another roommate?” I ask, following him through the quiet dark. “The one I haven’t met?”

“Faruq. He’s in Lagos with his girl.”

Leaving the lights off, he drops his keys on the counter and takes my hand, leading me up the stairs and into his bedroom. It’s just as I remember, maybe a little messier.

“Did you want to take a shower?” he asks, pausing in the doorway of his bathroom. He flicks on a small light there, just enough so we can see.

Slipping out of my shoes, I leave my bag on the floor and go to him. My hair’s almost dry, but I smell like chlorine. “Are you taking one?”

“Maybe later.” Giving my towel a tug, Luca drops it on the floor and pulls me against his warm, solid body. His calloused hands smooth down my back and over my ass, giving it a soft squeeze.

I close my eyes, nodding. “Later’s good.”

Cradling my face between his hands, he kisses me deeply, explicitly, his tongue chasing mine around my mouth, filling me with his taste. It’s my favorite kind of kiss, the kind we share when we’re truly alone, the kind that makes my stomach tight and my nipples hard. The kind that gets me wet.

I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as we move onto the bed. Luca fits himself into the cradle of my thighs, and I welcome him, eager to relieve the ache building there. It feels so good to be with him like this, body to body. No distractions, no interruptions. No people, no plans. Nothing to stop us.

Pulling me up, Luca unties my bikini top and tosses it aside before laying me back down. His eyes roam hungrily over my body in the soft, warm light. As much as I like the way he’s looking at me, I love feeling his body more, so I urge him down, wrapping myself around him. Our tongues slide in a hot, wet dance, our bodies moving together like he’s already inside me.

“Your mouth is so fucking sweet,” Luca whispers, dragging his lips down my throat and to my chest. “I bet you’re sweet all over.” He twirls his tongue around my nipple, sucking it deeply into his mouth as he rolls the other between his fingertips. After a moment, he switches, his dark eyes meeting mine when I exhale a moan.

He climbs back up and kisses me again, and this time it’s sloppy, wet, desperate. I can’t wait anymore—I start to shove his shorts down with my feet.

With an amused smile, he backs onto his knees and tugs my bikini bottoms down my legs. My eyes fall to the bulge in his shorts as I lift my hips.Mmm.I didn’t think there could be anything better than Luca’s face, but he’s impressive all over.

He runs his hands over my naked body, down between my breasts and over my belly button, tickling my hips. Our eyes meet. Breathing shakily, I bend my legs and open them, showing him all of me, wanting him to want me the way I want him. He looks down again, caressing me, using his thumb to part me, and then he lowers down and kisses my clit. I exhale, shaky. Spreading my thighs wider with his hands, he licks an incendiary trail deep between my folds.

His fingers search and explore as he nibbles and licks, like he doesn’t know what he wants more: to play with his food or eat it. Panting, drowning in pleasure, I watch helplessly as he makes a feast of me, alternating between sucking my clit and licking me with the flat of his tongue. He slides a finger into me, and I cry his name, feeling the first hint of orgasm.

“Sweet all over,” he murmurs. Sliding another finger inside, he draws circles with his tongue until I come, crying out, my back arched as swells of hot, liquid bliss undulate through me. When I’ve had more than I can handle, I push at his head, begging him to stop. He finally relents, biting gently at my inner thigh before wiping his mouth on it and climbing off.

Lightheaded, I open my eyes to find him standing beside the bed, sliding his boardshorts off. I climb to my knees, loving how his hooded eyes drop to my breasts. I know how he feels. I can’t take my eyes off of his long, hard length, either. Yeah, he’s beautiful all over. Every inch.

I wrestle him back to bed and push him onto his back, not wasting any time moving down his perfect body. His chuckle turns into a choked gasp when I take his cock into my mouth. “That’s…so…good,” he whispers, tangling his fingers in my hair.

His skin is soft and silky. I touch the sharp V of his obliques, chasing the shudder of his muscles with my fingertips. I want to touch him all over and eventually, I will. But for now, I’m concentrating here. Sucking my cheeks in, I bob slowly up and down, fondling his balls with one hand, still high off of my own orgasm. His long, smooth dick feels good in my mouth, makes me feel powerful. I pop off for a second, wiping my chin. “Show me what you like.”

“I like watching you do this,” he says, a sexy half-smile turning the corners of his mouth up.

Sucking him back into my mouth, I tongue his slit until his dick twitches, bringing a salty tang of cum. Closing my eyes, I love him the way he just did me, trying to relax when he grazes the back of my throat.

“Wren,” he says, his hand a warning in my hair.

I ignore him, but he pulls me off and flips me onto my back, rubbing his very rigid dick over my entrance. Brushing his lips over my ear, he whispers, “I don’t want to come like that.”

Our eyes meet. “Okay,” I breathe, nodding.