Page 16 of Sexted By a Stranger
His burning kiss fell like a sudden storm. My lips were conquered, tongue dominating, as last night's unfinished desires ignited the quiet morning air.
His one hand easily captured my wrists and pressed them above my head. His knee nudged my legs apart while his other hand slid along the sensitive curve of my waist. His lips traveled down from my shoulder, capturing my nipple in a gentle bite.
Under his control, I quickly melted, moaning. Those suggestive red marks now became his navigation as his kisses reignited flames everywhere. Wetness gathered between my legs as I felt his desire building.
"Luca, stop..." I barely found a moment to breathe, but my voice came out impossibly soft, more like a coy invitation.
"Hmm?" His face was buried in my chest, but he lifted his head at my protest, brown eyes completely filled with lust.
I couldn't help going weak all over. Damn his sex appeal.
I turned my face away, but he caught my chin and turned me back. Our eyes met, the desire in his burning even hotter.
"Have you-have you had breakfast?" I struggled to end this near-combustible situation.
"You hungry?"
"Yeah!"
Luca caressed my collarbone. Just when I thought I'd receive a different kind of "breakfast," he finally released his hold on me, smoothly rolling out of bed to dress. As his clothes fell into place, covering the obvious scratch marks on his back, he instantly returned to that refined appearance, as if the man who'd just been conquering me in bed was an illusion.
I sat up clutching the sheets, heart still racing. He calmly fastened his cufflinks, his gaze accidentally sweeping over Vivian's somewhat yellowed poster on the opposite wall.
"You like her?" he asked casually, picking up his suit jacket from the chair back.
"Yes. Big fan." I was still calming the heat in my body, but my voice was clearer than before. "I've been a fan since school." As I spoke, I threw off the covers to get out of bed.
"Good taste," He commented lightly, gaze lingering on the poster with a thoughtful expression.
Fighting the soreness between my legs, I bent to gather the clothes scattered on the floor. My fingers had just touched the soft fabric when the light dimmed.
Luca's tall figure loomed over me. He leaned down, handing me some clean clothes.
Touched, I accepted them and pulled on the underwear. I was about to fasten it when I felt Luca's warm palm on my back—he was actually helping me dress.
My whole body burned again, but I allowed his movements. His fingertips were extremely light and slow, as if touching fragile porcelain. He even carefully straightened a slipped strap.
"There," He murmured by my ear, then stepped back to admire his handiwork.
I turned around to find the fire in his eyes hadn't completely died.
"There's nothing left in the fridge, so we'll have to eat out," I tried to change the subject.
Luca chuckled low, straightening up and gesturing toward the door. "Then we'd better hurry."
The morning bustle hit us full force. The corner deli, "Papa Joey's," that had been there for decades, was at its busiest. The mixed aroma of fried eggs, bacon, and coffee filled the air. Blue-collar workers in coveralls and bleary-eyed students packed the booths, talking loudly, cutlery clanging against plates with sharp sounds.
Luca and I entered one after the other, and the noisy little place seemed to hit mute. All eyes swiveled to focus on us, especially on Luca.
In his perfectly tailored suit with that cold, handsome face, he was completely out of place among the cheap plastic chairs and grease-stained walls.
I suddenly felt embarrassed, as if I'd dragged him into mud that didn't belong to him. But he seemed oblivious, walking directly to a quiet booth in the back, naturally pulling out a chair to sit.
A waitress in a grease-spotted apron clutched a menu and shuffled over nervously, not daring to lift her eyes. "S-sir, Sheila, what can I get you?"
Luca took the menu and immediately handed it to me. "You order." I quickly ordered two specials. The waitress scribbled it down and practically ran away.
Suppressed whispers buzzed through the small diner again. Curious, probing glances still swept over us before quickly retreating.
