Page 59 of Pucking Tangled
Mia laughed. “No dying on me, Luca. I’m going to need a lot more of this,” she said, flexing her hips.
“Shit,” he hissed. “You’re evil.”
They exhausted each other. Again and again. Untilthere was nothing left but the sound of their breathing and the soft rustle of cooling sheets. Until the hunger faded into something calmer, deeper—an ache that wasn’t about sex anymore, but aboutstayingin this moment.
When Mia finally drifted to sleep, it was with her head on his chest, one hand sprawled over his heart, the other curled with his between them.
And the lingering taste of his name on her lips.
TWENTY-THREE
Mia
Sunlight peekedthrough Luca’s bedroom curtains as Mia slowly woke up. The sheets were tangled at her feet and she was still pressed skin to skin against Luca. His arm laid heavily across her waist, keeping her close.
Luca.
She smiled before she even fully opened her eyes.
Every muscle in her body ached. The soreness between her thighs was a delicious reminder of everything they’d done. Again. And again. And again.
Mia shifted carefully, trying not to wake him. But Luca stirred anyway, burying his face in her neck with a sleepy groan. His hand skimmed up her side, cupping her breast.
“Don’t move,” he mumbled, his voice gravely and heavy from sleep. “I’m comfortable.”
She let out a small giggle. “Me too.”
But she knew the rest of the house had to be awake by now and the thought alone had an uncomfortable wave ofanxiety rolling under Mia’s skin. Last night wasn’t a secret. She knew that.
They all knew Luca’s intentions.
But now?
It happened.
It was reality and there was no going back.
Not that she wanted to.
Mia kissed Luca on the nose and tried easing out from under the covers. He groaned again and reached out, fighting to pull her back in. She caught his hand instead and laced their fingers together for a beat before she let go.
“I need coffee. And to pee. Not in that order,” she snickered.
“Mmmm. Coffee,” he hummed, his eyes still closed.
“How about I bring you a cup?”
He gave her a sleepy smile. “You’re perfect.”
She shook her head and searched around the room for one of his hoodies and a pair of gym shorts to borrow before she shuffled toward the bedroom door.
The second the door opened, their perfect little bubble felt like it had popped.
When she stepped into the hallway she heard the click of dishes from the kitchen. Muffled voices. The smell of coffee and bacon floated up the stairs making her stomach grumble.
It had been at least twelve hours since she ate dinner, and she’d burned a lot of calories.
Mia made her way downstairs and tried to hold her head high, hoping to disguise the nervousness flooding her body as she walked into the kitchen.
