Page 70 of Luca
My breath hitched and my insides clenched. Fire ignited in the pit of my stomach and a throbbing ache pulsed between my thighs.
I stared at his sculpted muscles of his back, the slick, glistening skin making me parched and only he could quench my thirst. His one hand braced against the shower wall, his bicep flexed. Back and forth. Up and down. His dark hair glistened with drops of water.
His movements were jerky, and I swore I felt them in my core. I clenched my thighs, ignoring the throbbing that urged me to join him.
My eyes roamed over his broad shoulders, down his back, his narrow torso and that ass. Jesus, it was wrong for a man to have such a gorgeous ass. His body flexed with each move, his hand gripping his cock as he fisted himself. Up and down.
He shifted a bit and I held my breath, worried I was caught. But he never glanced my way, now giving me the most magnificent profile view. His hips rocked faster and his fist pumped harder. I’d bet my life my husband fucked fast and rough. Mercilessly, rutting like a beast.
There wasn’t a single thing about it that I didn’t like.
Another grunt. His head tilted back, his eyes squeezing shut. His moans were raspy and hoarse, seducing me. Pulling me.
I couldn’t stop watching him. My mouth was dry, my pulse rapid, and my breathing labored. My heart thundered under my ribs so hard, it threatened to crack them.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his bicep flexing. A soft whimper slipped through my lips at the same time as he rasped a rough, ”Margaret.”
Upon hearing my name, my mouth parted in shock. My body ignited like a volcano, and my pussy throbbed with an ache that I knew only he could sate.
He came with a guttural sound, setting every inch of my skin aflame.
Without making a sound, like a coward, I took a step back. And another. Then I rushed back to my bedroom.
As I crawled into the bed, images of my husband jacking off played on repeat.
It wasn’t until I drifted off to sleep that I realized.
He had a piercing on his shaft.
* * *
When I woke up,we were in Greece. The water was sapphire blue and crystal clear. I could see the bottom everywhere I looked. Luca had some business to attend to so I finished breakfast, went for a swim, and then changed into a loose dress.
The weather had been cooperating since we left Sicily, and I took it as a good sign for the future.
I stared out into the distance, admiring the view. White-washed houses with blue roofs. Windmills. Mountains in the background. Patroklos Islands. Remains of the Temple of Poseidon.
“Are you hungry?”
My head whipped up, meeting Luca’s eyes. Instantly, images of last night swarmed my mind and my cheeks flamed. Good God, I’d never seen anything sexier. Well, aside from my wild night in Vegas.
I shook my head, then lowered my eyes on my book, desperate to hide my embarrassment.
“Want to go explore this afternoon?”
I straightened up and my eyes searched his face. “The coastline?”
He chuckled. “Yes, the coastline.”
“Yes, I would love to go explore.”
“Then we shall explore.”
Ten minutes later, I stood on the deck in a white dress, ready to get off this yacht. Luca was freshened up and showered. He looked like a million bucks dressed in white shorts and short-sleeve polo shirt the color of his eyes. Butterflies in my stomach fluttered and desire for my husband quivered between my thighs, but I ignored it.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded and he extended his hand. My face burned from the images of what that hand could do. My husband was a sight when he jerked off. But my name on his lips was what had undone me.
