Page 53 of Pucking Tangled
“I think that’s supposed to be my line,” Luca chuckled before he cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her lips.
This kiss started slow. Sweet. Tender. Filled with promise and hope. But when Mia fisted his shirt and pulled him in even closer, their kisses turned feral.
He scooped Mia up like she weighed nothing and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Luca,” Mia squealed and buried her face in the crook of his neck. “Put me down.”
“Not a chance, MiaMoo,” he replied, carrying her through the house.
When they reached the steps, Mia smacked his shoulder. “Okay. Seriously. Put me down, Luca. You can’t carry me up the steps, and now is not the time to try and prove otherwise. If we tumble and get hurt, and I can’t have my wicked way with you? I’m going to besosad.”
Luca paused before he relented. “Only because I’m dying to—” he swallowed hard “—be inside you.”
Mia’s pussy throbbed at the thought.
When her feet hit the floor, she tookthe steps two at a time, quickly calling over her shoulder, “Catch me if you can.”
Luca was hot on her heels, capturing her at the very top of the stairs. “I’ve got you.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again. “Your room or mine?”
She thought for a moment. “Yours. It’s closer.”
TWENTY-ONE
Luca
They stumbled down the hall,drunk on lust and unable to keep their hands off of each other.
When they crossed the threshold to his room, Luca softly closed the door behind them and flipped the lock for good measure.
He and Mia were alonenow, but there was no telling when the guys would be back or if they would barge in on his moment, having tired of waiting for theirs.
Luca took a few breaths and pushed thoughts of his roommates out of his mind. The evening had been perfect so far. He wasn’t interested in ruining it now by getting caught up in thoughts of what the future might hold.
“You okay?” Mia asked, sliding her hands up his chest.
“Yeah. Just…nervous,” he confessed. He’d been open with Mia from the start. No use hiding the truth from her now.
“Me too.” Her face softened the way it always did when he confided inher.
Damn, he was falling hard for her.
“You don’t look nervous.”
“I am. Worried that you’re going to change your mind.”
Faking confidence, he placed his hands on her hips and let his thumbs graze the skin under the hem of her shirt. “Not a fucking chance, baby.”
His fingers slid up her back before tangling in her hair as he brought her flush against him. His erection throbbed from the contact. With each kiss, his hesitation began to fade and pure hunger took over.
“You should take my shirt off now,” she whispered against his lips.
Blood rushed to his cock, making it even harder.
“Fuck,” he hissed, following her instructions.
Pulling the fabric over her head, he drank in every inch of her exposed skin with rapt appreciation. When her shirt hit the floor, the sight of Mia’s lush breasts in nothing but a teal bra elicited a growl.
“Now it’s your turn,” Mia said as she grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly dragged it up his body and over his head. If she was trying to torment him, she was doing a damn good job of it. The feel of her fingertips on his bare skin was nearly enough to undo him.
