Page 33 of The Secrets We Keep

His eyes traced the lacy outline of her bra, lingering on the delicate bow between her breasts, entranced as she released the catch and let the material slide down her arms. Circling her fingers over her nipples, she pinched them lightly and knew the moment his control snapped in the way his eyes darkened and his body jerked.

Dropping his head, he kissed the top of her breast and then further south until he wrapped his lips around her hard nipple, eliciting a soft groan from her.

“I don’t have to be back in Palermo until dinner tomorrow.” He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. “I hope you don’t expect to get much sleep tonight.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she assured him, hands moving to work open the catch of his pants as soon as he set her on the floor. “We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

He undressed her as quickly as she undressed him, their clothes landing in a discarded pile on the floor. He gathered her in his arms, his lips trailing a line of kisses from the outside of her shoulder to her neck. His fingers flexed on her hip while he tasted her, tracing the line of her scar with his lips.

When he turned and sank onto the edge of the bed, pulling her between his thighs, she frowned. He trailed kisses along her stomach, making her muscles contract and raising goosebumps over her skin. When his fingertips brushed over the scar next to her belly button, she jerked, but he held her fast.

“Don’t,” she said when he bent down to brush his lips against it.

He looked up at her, concern etched on his face. “Does it hurt?”

“No. I just…” She ran her fingers through his hair and tried to find the words. “It reminds me that I’m broken. Before, when I was with you, I felt perfect. You made me feel that way.”

He tightened his fingers on her waist, drawing her closer and kissing the valley between her breasts. “You have never been anything but perfect to me.”

She smiled, but it was sad. “Maybe. But now I just feel like damaged goods.”

Luca’s head snapped up, and there was fire in his eyes. “You are not damaged, Sienna.” He scooted further back on the bed and pulled her with him, positioning her until she was straddling his chest. “I want you to ride my face. I want to remind you how perfect you are.”

“Luca, I—”

“Come on, baby girl.” Luca sent her a teasing grin, gripping her ass and easing her further up his body. “I know how much you like to come with my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours.”

Biting her lip, she wriggled up until she was positioned over his face, his breath on her skin making her tremble. She’d never done this with anyone before or after Luca. And she was woefully out of practice.

“What if I suffocate you?” she wondered, fingers wrapping around the top of the headboard as his hands massaged the backs of her thighs.

“Then I’ll die a happy man. You know what I want, Sienna. Give it to me.”

The muscles in her thighs were tense as she lowered herself against his lips, gasping when his tongue dragged up the length of her slit. He avoided her clit with each pass of his tongue until she was gritting her teeth against the absence of him.

“Luca,” she ground out, gripping the headboard with white knuckles.

“Hmm?” he murmured against her, fingers tight on her thighs but not moving her in any way. As if he was content to give her lazy licks that drove her crazy for hours.

“You’re not… You have to…”

He pressed a kiss to her lips and then blew a cool breath across them, making her jerk. “Have to what?”

“Go faster. Or…something.”

“I will.” He grazed her thighs with his nails. “When you ride my face.”

“I am!” She was desperate to feel him touch her clit, to sink his tongue deep inside her until she was screaming his name. “Luca,” she groaned when he still didn’t move.

“You can have exactly what you want, baby girl. All you have to do is take it.”

When he dropped another kiss against her pussy she jerked, rocking against his mouth and moaning at the sensation. His tongue darted out to taste her, faster than before, and she rocked again. In response, he swept his tongue up to flick against her clit. Over and over until she cried out and then backing off when she started to shake.

He teased her mercilessly, dipping his tongue inside her and then drawing it out again and swirling it up to and around her clit. Over and over, working her until she was quivering above him, her hips jerking wildly.

Some part of her mind wondered if she should worry about whether he could breathe, but if he was still moving, he was probably fine. Right? And she was close. So fucking close.

“Fuck, Luca.”

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