Page 76 of Sincerely, Your Inconvenient Wife

Luca’s lips touched my temple, and he tucked his face beside mine. “I have to ask you something.”

That sounded somewhat ominous. I tipped my head back to see him. “What is it?”

“Did I say shit about being a vampire?”

“You did. Next time, I expect you to wear fangs.”

He exhaled, his head falling against mine. “Can’t do it. Next time is going to happen in about five minutes, and I’m not willing to leave this room naked in order to hunt down a pair of fangs.”

My pussy clenched. “Five minutes?”

“Mmhmm.”

Luca lifted me off my feet, carrying me to the shower.

He didn’t make good on his promise.

It was more like six minutes.

Chapter Twenty-three

Luca

SaoirsehissedwhenIhelped her off the motorcycle, cupping herself between her thighs. The ride back to Denver hadn’t been as smooth as the one out of town. We’d stopped twice to give her a break, but she was still aching.

I didn’t like seeing her hurting. Not when it was my fault for being a fucking animal with her. I couldn’t feel guilty for that. It was my timing that needed a lot of work. “I’m sorry, pretty girl. I was way too hard on you before going on a long ride.”

She shook her head. “I liked it though.”

“I was right there. I know you did. I have the claw marks on my back to prove it.”

“Shut up, Luca.” She bunched the front of my jacket in her fist. “It’s okay. I’ll live. I might need a break from the motorcycle for a little while, but other than that—”

She squealed when I swooped her up in my arms and headed toward the elevator.

“You’re carrying me. Why are you carrying me?”

“Shhh.” Stepping into the elevator, I punched the button to our floor. “Let me do it. I need to do something.”

“Okay. I’m guessing this is you being sweet.” She patted my cheek. “Thank you for carrying me.”

“You like this?” I moved my hand to palm her ass, giving it a squeeze.

Her eyes flared. “I liked it when I thought you were being sweet. Now it’s clear you were just looking for an excuse to feel me up.”

“I don’t need an excuse.”

An hour later, we’d unpacked, I’d gone through some of the emails I’d neglected while we were away, and Saoirse had showered. She padded into the den, where I was sitting with my laptop on the sectional, plopping down a cushion away.

“I haven’t thanked you for the way you stood up for me yesterday.”

I clicked the laptop closed, setting it aside. “It was part of our agreement.”

“I’m not sure you knew what you were getting into when you agreed, though. My mother is intense and hard to handle. So, thank you, Luca. It meant a lot to me.”

“I don’t want you thanking me for doing the right thing.”

She folded her arms over her chest. “Well, I am. What are you going to do about it?”

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