Page 25 of On Her Terms

“You were sleeping so quietly, and you exerted yourself so much today, I didn’t have it in me to wake you.”

“Aren’t you thoughtful.”

“I try to be.”

His lips press against my neck, his heat going through me. “Do you ever get rewarded for your thoughtfulness?” he asks, his breath warm on my flesh as he nudges me forward under the hot spray.

“Never,” I say, and his hands go to my breasts. He brushes his thumb over my nipple and I let my head fall back to his chest. “Is this my reward?” I ask.

“It’s just the beginning, Brianna.” His hand slides lower, gently pets my sex, and his cock thickens against my back. It’s crazy to think he wants me again, after all the times—and ways—he took me on the bed earlier. His hand stills, and he turns me around. I take in the frown on his forehead and my heart leaps. What’s going on? Has he changed his mind, or did it finally dawn on him who I am?

Dark eyes full of worry move over my face, assess me. “Are you too sore to take me again?”

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Warmth flows through me at his concern. “I’m a bit sore,” I say honestly. “But I’m okay.” I glance down, reach for his cock, run my palms over him. “I want you again.”

He touches my chin, lifts it until we’re eye to eye. His head angles, his eyes slightly narrowed. “You’d tell me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I want you, Brianna, but we won’t do anything if it’s going to be too much.”

My heart wobbles, a little overwhelmed at his thoughtfulness. “I want you inside me, Luca.”

His cock grows impossibly thicker in my palm. “Then I’m going to fuck you right now, here against this wall, but I’ll go easy. After we return tonight, you sleep. At the end of the week, I don’t want you going back home exhausted. That’s not what this trip is about for you.”

I swallow and try to appear casual, unaffected by his concern, when I throw his words back at him and say, “Sleeping is overrated.” His deep laugh wraps around me, cocooning me in a blanket of warmth. Dammit, I’m starting to really like this guy.

Shit.

But I can’t think about how bad that is right now, not when his mouth is closing over mine and kissing me with a gentleness that seeps under my skin and awakens something I’ve kept buried for years.

“Did I ever tell you how much I like kissing you?” he asks as he devours my mouth.

“You just did,” I manage to get out as my knees weaken.

He pushes my damp hair back. “You’ve got one hell of a beautiful mouth.”

“Oh yeah, and where else do you like it?” I ask, and he growls his response as I rub the long length of him.

“I don’t have to ask where you like mine,” he says and slides a hand between my legs. “I’ve been paying attention.”

“So you have,” I say and widen for him.

“I’m a detail-oriented person,” he murmurs between hot, openmouthed kisses that turn me inside out and make me forget there is a world outside our chalet.

“I must say I like that about you.” He strokes my aching clit, a soft, barely there touch, and I lean in to him, wanting more. He removes his finger and I groan in disappointment, but it turns into a soft moan when he easily picks me up and presses my back to the tiled wall. I wrap my arms and legs around him to hang on, and he bends slightly, then slides his big cock all the way inside me.

“Yes,” I cry out, and we both go still, holding each other with his cock seated high inside. But that’s when reality hits. “Shit, Luca. We didn’t use a condom.” How the hell did I forgot about protection? I never forget protection. Then again this man has the ability to shut down my mind just by being in my presence.

“Cazzo, I’m sorry,” he says. “I took one look at you bent over the shower, and lost the ability to think logically.”

He’s about to pull out but I stop him. “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill,” I say.

Oh, Brianna, this isn’t smart.

“I’m clean, too. And if you want to know the truth, I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I’ve been swamped helping Tate get his business up and running.”

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