Page 57 of The Secrets We Keep

Sliding his hands up until they met the underside of her bra strap, he quickly undid it with his fingers and moved his hand around her ribs, working his fingers inside the loosened cup and pinching her nipple lightly. She hummed against his lips, and he smiled, giving her nipple a subtle twist that made her breath hitch.

When she broke the kiss, he wasted no time dragging her sweater up her body and tugging it off over her head. She made quick work of her bra on her own, and then she was shoving his suit jacket off his shoulders.

Her fingers were warm where they brushed his skin as she worked down the buttons of his shirt, and he groaned when she tugged it out of his pants and splayed her fingers over his abs.

“I thought I knew what I wanted when I came back to Sicily,” Sienna said, trailing her fingertips up to his shoulders and pushing his shirt down his arms. “Now I’m not so sure.”

“I told you Nero’s death would be yours,” he assured her, working open the catch of her jeans and sliding down the zipper. “Your cousins too, if you need them.”

“I know.” She hissed when he slipped his hand inside her panties and stroked her clit with his middle finger. “But I don’t want to think about him right now. I only want to think about you and the way you touch me. The way I dreamed about you touching me every day for three years.”

Luca used his free hand to shove her jeans and panties over her hips, smiling when she stumbled in a desperate attempt to free herself from them. He nudged her back against the dresser and used his knee to spread her thighs apart so he could sink his finger inside her.

“So wet for me already,” he murmured against her cheek, trailing kisses to her earlobe and tracing the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue.

He added a second finger and slid them deep, grinding his palm against her clit until she shuddered. She was perfect in every way, and it was a miracle he’d managed to live without her for so long. Without the sound of her voice or the feel of her skin or the way she made him think and reason and see beyond what was right in front of him.

Her fingernails dug into his biceps as he stroked his fingers in and out, and he leaned down to capture her nipple between his teeth, swirling his tongue over the tip as he slowly eased it away from her body.

“Luca,” she gasped, nails digging deeper.

“Hmm?”

“I… That…”

Releasing her nipple, he grinned, pressing a kiss to it and making her jerk. “Use your words, baby girl.”

Her laugh was throaty and deep, and he couldn’t resist capturing her lips. No time for slow now. He wanted to spark that fire in her that he loved so much. The one that made her writhe under him and beg for more and scream his name.

Her legs wobbled, and he thrust his fingers deeper, faster, working his thumb over her clit. She rocked her hips each time he made contact until she was riding his hand on her tiptoes, chasing each urgent thrust of his fingers inside her.

“Come on my fingers, baby girl. I want to feel you soak my hand before I slide my cock inside you.”

“Yes,” she replied with a shuddering breath. “Yes, Luca. Please.”

At her plea, he shifted the angle of his fingers, curling them up so each time he pulled out of her, the tips of his fingers dragged against her G-spot. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her chest to his, her hips still grinding against his hand.

“That’s it, Sienna. Come for me,” he murmured against her ear, sliding an arm around her waist to hold her upright.

He thrust deep inside her, grinding against her clit, and when she came, she buried her face against the side of his neck and screamed his name.

“Am I dead?” she panted, and he chuckled. “I think I might be dead.”

When he slid his fingers free of her, she groaned. “If you felt that, you’re not dead.”

“Sometimes I think you’re trying to kill me.”

“Wouldn’t death by orgasm be the best way to go, though?”

He lifted her into his arms as she laughed and carried her to the bed. Setting her down on the edge, he smiled when she immediately scooted back against the pillows, her eyes trailing down his chest to where he worked open the button of his pants.

She wet her lips as she watched him, and if he wasn’t hard for her already, he would have been in that instant, with the hungry look in her eyes. Climbing up after her, he settled himself between her spread thighs and leaned down to take her lips again.

“I used to spend all my free time dreaming of ways to get you into my bed. This bed.”

“All of it?” she wondered, wrapping her legs around his waist and hissing when he slid the length of his cock up and down her slit.

“Most of it,” he conceded. “I wanted you in my world, Sienna. You were already mine, but I wanted everyone to know it.” Tracing the length of her pussy with the tip of his cock, he buried himself slowly inside her, dipping his head to nibble her bottom lip. “Soon enough, they will.”

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