Page 59 of Luca
I blinked and my mouth parted with a gasp. But then I quickly got myself together.
“Someone thinks highly of himself,” I snickered, though there was no bite to my tone. In fact, I sounded breathless.
“I feel challenged,” he drawled with that smug smile I have come to know so well. Except, here he was also charming and laid back. My eyes traveled over his tall frame. He wore casual white slacks and an olive green polo shirt matching his eyes when the sun hit them. I liked him like this.
He slid his hands into his pockets. Something told me it was to appear non-threatening.
I shook my head.
“If you think I’ll sleep with you out here in the dirt, you arepazzo.”
Crazy. I learned that word and loved saying it. It rolled off my tongue effortlessly.
He hooked his arm around me.
“No need to make excuses, bella.” God, he was taunting me again. No other man ever got to me like this one. “I have a picnic set up for us. Let's relax. If a blanket over the dirt works for you, I can prove my point in our picnic spot.”
I just about tripped but pressed my lips together. He was baiting me. I knew it.
The unnerving part was that I was tempted. I wanted to see what my future husband was packing. I wanted to touch him.Tastehim.
As if he could read my thoughts, he added casually. “It will be a one way street. I eat your pussy, no return favors.”
My mouth dropped. What man in their right mind didn’t want the favor returned?
Flicking him a side-glance, I studied his expression. He seemed serious.
So much for tasting him, I sighed silently.
As we stopped at the picnic spot, he held my hand, assisting me as I sat down. The smell of fruit and vineyards fragranced the air. The soft breeze swept through the field. It was kind of romantic.
I mentally slapped myself. I had clearly lost my mind.
“It’s okay if you’re scared, mia bella.”
An exasperated groan left me.
“Okay, Luca King,” I breathed. Much to my dismay, my cheeks burned and my voice trembled. “Let’s do this. But if I’m still alive after this supposedly killer orgasm, you will owe me.”
My mind was in such shambles I couldn’t even think of what to ask for. These pregnancy hormones made me so horny, and I’d had no one but myself to satisfy the cravings. At this point, I was so big, I could no longer do much, and it was driving me crazy. It had to be the only reason I was even considering this!
This man turned my brain to mush, and I had lost the ability to think smartly.
The smile he gave me just about blinded me. It wasn’t smug nor conceited. It was the kind of smile that stole your breath away.
“Lead the way,” I muttered, excitement running through my veins. It took less than two minutes to get to the picnic spot. I wasn’t certain if it was me, or him, but our steps rushed to it too eagerly.
Once by the laid out blanket, he gently nudged me to lay on my back. He slid off my slip on shoes, followed by my shorts. Then his rough palms traced my ankles up my legs and to my inner thighs until his face was close to my pussy. The only barrier between his mouth and my pussy were my thin panties.
As he kissed my inner thigh, his strong hands held me in place. A shudder rolled down my spine and suddenly I feared maybe he did want to kill me. With pleasure.
“If I die from the orgasm, just make sure you get my baby out,” I said for some stupid reason.
His touch was tender. His look, one of reverence.
His dark eyes met mine, and somewhere deep in his gaze, I found something I couldn’t quite put into words.
He pulled my panties down my legs and discarded them next to him. Then he brought his face close to my lower lips, his hot breath against my pussy doing things to me.
