Page 17 of On Her Terms

I reluctantly tear my gaze away and go back to my suitcase. I carry it into the room and unzip it. All the goodies I purchased earlier spill from the overstuffed bag. The pretty pink package with the silk ties tumbles to my feet, like it wants my attention. I lift the bag and shake my head. How I let Summer talk me into buying lingerie is beyond me. That girl can be persuasive when she wants to be. In the end I caved. But I’m not wearing it in front of Luca and giving him the idea I want sex again—even though I totally do. I guess I can always wear it on a date when I get back home. Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve been so busy trying to prove myself at work, I haven’t been out with a guy in ages. Maybe that’s why my revenge plan backfired. One touch, and I was putty in Luca’s hands. I shove my purchase to the bottom of my suitcase—out of sight, out of mind—but then something starts to buzz.

“Oh crap,” I say under my breath when I realize what it is. I start tearing clothes out, desperate to find Mr. Right. Dammit, I must have accidentally turned it on just now. I finally pull it free and struggle to turn the damn thing off. I exhale when the buzzing stops, and I’m about to put it away until I hear the bed squeak behind me.

Oh hell no.

“Well hello, Mr. Right.”

“Shit,” I say under my breath, and quickly bury the vibrator in my clothes.

“Hey, don’t let me keep you from him.”

I turn slowly to find Luca up on one elbow, grinning at me. “It accidentally turned on. I wasn’t about to use it.” Although now, after getting a full frontal and seeing his thickening cock, my body is heating, screaming for a little attention. Sadly, after a night with Luca, I’m not so sure my vibrator is going to cut it anymore.

“That’s too bad.” Luca rolls to his back, and without a hint of modesty, sprawls out, showcasing his gorgeous body. “I’d love to watch you use it or, better yet, use it on you.”

My pulse pounds against my neck. “Not going to happen,” I say quickly, as the visual floods my body with lust.

He puts his arm over his head. “Do you have any idea how badly I want to fuck you again?”

Heat zings through me. I’ve never had a man talk so blatantly before, and the hardening of my nipples is a testament to how much I like it. Instead of answering, I shoot back with, “Do you think you could cover up?” I grab my nightgown and cosmetic bag from my suitcase.

“You’ve seen me naked,” he says casually, and my body warms at the memory of him on top of me, inside me, taking me to places I’ve never been before.

“Which means I don’t need to see it again.”

“Once was enough?” he asks.

“Once is always enoug

h for me,” I say and stomp into the bathroom. I close the door behind me and lean against it. My entire body is on hyperdrive, fully aware there is a willing man in the bed I’m about to slide into.

Go for it. Have sex with him. On your terms.

I unbutton my blouse and shrug it from my shoulders. As I slip off my jeans, I think about Mr. Right. Dammit, I should have taken him into the bathroom with me. The toy is waterproof, and with the shower running, Luca would’ve never been the wiser. I could have taken the edge off and fallen into a sound sleep. Now I’m going to be a quivering mess and trying to pretend otherwise. I open the glass shower door and turn on the spray. Once it’s lukewarm—a little more cool than hot—I climb in and let the water wash away the lust building inside me. I stay there for a good long time, until my skin is shriveled and I’m shivering.

Praying Luca has fallen back to sleep, I dry off and grab my nightgown. Dammit, in my hurry I forgot panties. Not that I ever wear them to bed, but with Luca in there, I don’t want him to get the wrong idea—or the right one.

Oh God, what am I saying?

I slip into my nightgown, brush my teeth, quietly leave the bathroom and then slide into the bed, being careful to hug the edge so we don’t accidentally bump into each other.

Touch him, already.

A frustrated moan catches in my throat and I put my hand over my mouth to stifle it, but it’s too late.

“Everything okay?” Luca asks, his deep, rumbly voice vibrating through me and stroking the needy spot begging for his attention.

“Fine. Just tired.” I fake a yawn as my body stirs with need.

The bed moves as he rolls toward me and I hug the blankets tighter. “Did you have fun with Summer?” he asks, his breath hot on the back of my neck.

“Yes.”

“I had fun with Tate, too. He’s a good guy.”

My mind goes back to when I first heard about Luca, Tate’s new junior partner, and how much Tate wanted me to meet him. I’d just been so busy working, I hadn’t met him before now, and never would have thought he was my Luca. Well, not my Luca, but the Luca from Oxford. I think back to the stories Tate told me, and how he met Luca when he was here in St. Moritz six months ago. “Wait, if you’re a lawyer, why were you working at the bar?”

He goes quiet for a moment—too quiet—and I’m about to turn, but stop when he says, “Just wanted to experience other things, you know?” My stomach tightens. There is something he’s holding back. The lawyer in me sees this kind of hedging in couples all the time. What is it that Luca doesn’t want me to know? I consider it for a moment, but is it really any of my business? One night of sex and this week-long pretend engagement doesn’t mean I’m privy to his secrets and vice versa.

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