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I nodded, disappointed by her decision, but hearing her own disappointment made me feel a little better. At least I wasn’t alone in that.

Chapter 16

Scarlett

WalkingoutofLuca’smansion was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. Soaking in the tub with a glass of wine, I still couldn’t put my finger on how exactly I’d managed it. Every part of me had wanted him. Wanted to wait for him to settle Leo back to sleep and then pick up right where we’d left off.

I padded into my bedroom, wrapped in a towel and the relentless grip of my arousal. It was almost midnight, but I knew there was no way I’d get to sleep until I found some kind of release. My first choice would be Luca, of course, but I had to get used to that not being the case.

Sinking back onto my bed, I breathed deeply, allowing myself to relax into the damp, supple warmth of my body as I slipped my vibrator from under my pillow. With my eyes closed, Luca flooded my senses and drowned out the quiet buzz. His mouth on mine, his strong hands gripping my hips, hot breath in my ear…

The first contact was electric, sending a warm tingling sensation to spread throughout my body. Starting at my toes and slowly creeping up my legs, making my thighs tremble as my arousal bloomed, pooling at my clit. I sucked my lower lip between my teeth and moved the wand in slow circles, exquisitely drawing out the pleasure radiating from my core.

A loud knock at my front door jerked me from my reverie, and I scrambled upright, panting to even out my shaky breathing. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. It was after midnight. There was no reason for anyone to be beating down my door at that hour. I stayed frozen still on my bed and waited. It had to be a case of mistaken address.

But the knock came again. More like a pounding the second time around. I didn’t know what to think but jumped up anyway. With a final check to my robe and hair, I opened the door, silently cursing the lack of a peephole or camera. If there was a serial murderer on the other side, I didn’t stand a chance.

My breath caught in my throat as my front door swung open. The man in front of me wasn’t a killer, but the look in his eye promised a ruin of a totally different kind.

“Luca,” his name fell from my lips in an astonished breath.

But that was all that passed between us before he swept in, lifting me into his arms as his mouth crashed with mine in a passionate kiss. I heard the door slamming somewhere a hundred miles away and figured he must’ve kicked it with his heel. I didn’t care. Not about that or anything other than the way he felt in my arms.

I tightened my hold on him, bringing my legs up to wrap around his waist as I deepened the kiss, our tongues wrestling for dominance. For a moment the thought crept up on me that this was all part of my fantasy. That I was still on my bed with my vibrator between my legs and my imagination had conjured up this scene with Luca as part of some romantic ideal.

But then Luca broke our kiss with a muffled groan as he stubbed his toe on my coffee table, sending us into a stumbling free fall. I leaned my weight in the direction of the hallway, and thankfully, he understood what I was trying to do and allowed himself to be steered in that direction. Both of us reached out for the wall at the same time, avoiding the impending crash altogether.

“Should’ve probably flipped the lights,” Luca whispered with a breathless chuckle. He nuzzled my nose and placed a soft kiss to the corner of my lips.

My stomach did a little turn, and I relaxed my grip on his neck to rake my fingers through his hair. Even in the darkness, the intensity of his gaze stoked the simmering heat in my belly. Yes, he was definitely real.

“The rest is easy,” I said, smiling softly.

Luca straightened, positioning his hands under my ass cheeks. “No more surprise furniture?”

I shook my head with a laugh and lowered my mouth to his, picking up where we left off. He staggered down the hall, moving toward my bedroom with determined calculated steps. Of all the ways I imagined the night would end, having Luca Moretti in my bed wasn’t a contender.

“Oh?” Luca paused, his arms on either side of me holding up his weight.

I frowned, immediately missing his closeness, and then followed his gaze to just beside my head. It felt as though my entire body curled in on itself with the force of the cringe that took over. He was staring, eyebrows raised, at my vibrator that was still glistening with the evidence of my earlier actions in the dim orange glow of my bedside lamp.

A mortified heat rushed up my neck and into my cheeks as I quickly moved to grab it. But just as my hand closed on the wand, Luca grasped my wrist.

“Don’t.”

It was a simple but firm command. He moved his body from mine and made to sit at the foot of my bed. I pulled myself up as well and looked at him questioningly.

His eyes grazed over me, lingering at the open triangle on my chest where my robe had fallen away and then again at the shadow between my legs.

When next his gaze met mine, every part of me was on fire. The hunger in his eyes seemed to swallow me whole.

“I want to watch,” he said simply, his voice thick with arousal.

My heart hammered in my throat as he leaned over, resting his weight on one arm while his other hand came around to stroke the growing mound in his pants. I swallowed hard.

“I want to see you make yourself come.”

The tone in his voice caused goosebumps to break out all over my arms, and all self-consciousness I may have felt before dissolved into thin air. I wanted nothing more than to please him. So, settling back, locking my gaze with his, I pressed the button and brought my vibrator to my already swollen clit.

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