Page 9 of The Prizes We Win
Once my legs instinctively wrap around his lean waist and my arms around his neck, he holds my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. He wastes no time exploring my mouth with his tongue, and I waste no time letting him. The two of us don’t come up for air for what feels like a lifetime. Every moan and whimper one of us makes is swallowed by the other.
Every single time Luca kisses me, he pours everything into it. Whether it’s a quick peck on the lips in passing or moments that are slow and sensual like this, the level of intimacy he shows me never wavers. And for someone who was so hesitant to cross a line with me in the first place, I don’t take a second of it for granted, because I never have to wonder with him… with any of them really. I never have to wonder if there’s something else he’d rather be doing, because I can physicallyfeelit. I can feel how deeply he wants me.
How deeply he needs me.
But what else does he need?
As he kisses me, I can’t help but wonder how all of this is going to go. I’ve only had sex with Luca with Sebastian. And Seb was not hesitant to take control of the situation, nor was Luca hesitant to let him. The dynamic between the two of them is clear. It’s what Luca needs from him and what Sebastian needs from Luca.
So does Luca need me to fill that role when Sebastian isn’t around?
Do I need to step up to the plate and take control?
What if I do it in a way he doesn’t like?
I don’t know if—
“I can feel you overthinking,” Luca mumbles against my lips.
Breathing heavily, I rest my forehead against his. “The four of you really need to stop doing that.”
Luca runs a hand through my hair and down my back. “Doing what, Vita Mia?”
“Reading my mind,” I answer softly.
“Not likely,” he replies.
“I—I just don’t know how this is supposed to go without Sebastian. Do you want me to—”
“I want you to do whatever it is you want to do.” Gently, he sets me on the end of his bed and squats in front of me so the two of us are eye-to-eye. Pointing between the two of us, he adds, “You and me are just that… you and me. Just because that’s what works for Seb and me doesn’t mean I want that from you. I wantyou.Josephine Jenkins. You can boss me around as little or as much as you like.”
“Oh, I can, huh?”
Luca stands and rests his hands on the bed on either side of me. He’s so close I can still see into his eyes, but I can feel his breath on my lips. “Ever hear of a switch, Vita Mia?”
I huff out a laugh. “Heard of one, Mr. Vittori? You’re looking at one.”
“Fuck.” He leans forward so his lips are brushing mine once again. “I knew you were trouble.”
I laugh, even as he crashes his lips against mine and leans us backward against the mattress. My smile doesn’t waver as he begins kissing his way down the slope of my neck. As he drags his tongue down my chest and stomach, my smile finally falters as I gasp for pleasure.
Making quick work of it, Luca works my cotton panties down my legs. Gripping each of my ankles, Luca places each foot flat on the edge of the bed, effectively spreading me wide before him.
“Wait,” I say abruptly. Without a second thought, Luca removes his hands from me and looks up at me as I prop myself up onto my elbows. Before he can panic, I smile and continue, “I want to see you. Clothes. Off. Now.”
“So bossy, Ms. Jenkins,” he says with a cheeky wink before standing before me. And through my spread legs, I watch as he removes his white cotton T-shirt and black sweatpants. Once he’s left in only his briefs, I find myself biting my bottom lip.
His eyes twinkle with mischief, so I ask, “What are you thinking over there, boss-man?”
“Just that I think I could stare at you like this all fucking night.”
I playfully roll my eyes. “Says the one standing there looking like a sex-god in Calvin Klein briefs. The view from down here isn’t half bad either.” Luca’s grin grows impossibly wide, and I can feel my heart flutter at the sight. “But I’d like to do a lot more than stare at one another. So, get naked and get back down there.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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