Page 7 of Wrestling With Love

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, but it wasn’t a warning. It was an invitation.

She didn’t take it.

Luca didn’t wait any longer. He leaned in, slow, agonizingly slow, his breath feathering over her mouth before his lips met hers.

The first kiss was tentative—just a brush, the barest press.

A test to check if they both were on the same page.

Then another.

And another.

Soft at first, measured, until Diamond made a sound in the back of her throat, something small, something helpless.

That was all it took for him.

Luca tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer. The space between them disappeared, her body pressing flush against his as his other hand settled on her bare thigh, gripping just enough to make her gasp.

His tongue teased the seam of her lips, and when she opened for him, he took full advantage. The kiss turned molten, hungry, their breaths mingling in the space between. She reached for him without thinking, fingers digging into his arm, feeling the solid heat of muscle beneath.

Luca groaned, low and rough, breaking away just enough to let his forehead rest against hers. His fingers trailed down her back, slow and possessive, like he was memorizing the way she felt beneath his hands.

"Bambina," he breathed.

She was lost in him, lost in the way his mouth moved against hers like he needed her more than his next breath.

His lips ghosted along her jaw, down the column of her throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses against her skin. She tilted her head back instinctively, granting him access, her own hands sliding up, fingers threading into his dark hair, tugging.

Luca inhaled sharply, his grip on her tightening. "Don't make me lose control, Bambina." he murmured against her skin.

Her breath hitched.

She should stop. They should stop.

But they didn't want to.

She pulled him back to her, crashing her lips against his, the last remnants of hesitation shattering like glass.

He met her just as fiercely, just as desperately, his hand sliding down her thigh, fingers pressing in, dragging her closer, until she was practically in his lap.

Their lips fused together, not caring about the world around them. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into don't know how long.

Like a moth to a flame, Luca just couldn't stop himself. He couldn't get enough of her, every kiss, every touch asked for more.

He was on drugs.

Cocaine.

She was like Cocaine.

The car hit a slight bump, jostling them, a stark reminder that they weren’t alone—that beyond the partition, the driver was still there.

Luca exhaled a quiet curse, resting his forehead against hers once more, his breathing ragged.

A beat passed. Then another.

Diamond swallowed hard, her pulse still hammering under his fingers on her wrist.

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