Somethinglikeyou.
He stares at me, eyes swimming with words he’ll never say. I have quite a few of my own unutterable thoughts spinning through my head.Thingslike…
Ineedyou.
Iwantyou.
I don’t know how I ever got bybeforeyou.
I’m not sure who moves first. I’m not sure itmatters.
My knees part, he steps between them, and our mouths meet in an all-consuming kiss that reverberates through me like a mallet on a drum. I feel desire thrumming inside my bloodstream, a steady beat of rising passion rushing from my heart outward, until every vein, every vessel, is burstingwithit.
Luca’s mouth explores mine as his hands slide slowly down my body. It’s different than it was earlier, when we were so full of haste, so fueled by lust we couldn’t wait to tear each other’s clothes off, couldn’t even make it out of his truck without a taste of each other. We’ve exchanged lust for longing, desireforneed.
I don’t want to be with him; I need to be. I need it with every fiber of mybeing.
There’s a newfound tenderness in the way he touches me, a novel desperation in the way his lips slide over my skin — as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear at any moment. As if he has to memorize the feeling of me beneath his hands while he still has achance.
His fingers tremble as they pull off my heels, as they find the bottom hem of my dress. It stuns me that such a strong man could be made weak, brought to his knees, just bytouchingme.
Inch by inch, he slides the dress up my body, revealing my curves in slow increments before finally pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor in a glittering pile. His eyes rove over my bare skin, taking in every detail with such intense heat, it makes me shiver. The look on his face when he sees I’m completely naked beneath the dress is enough to make my heart skipabeat.
Pure, unadulteratedhunger.
“You get the answer you were hoping for in regard to my underwear?” I whisper against his lips, reaching for his belt buckle. I feel his grin a second before hekissesme.
With impatient fingers, I pull his belt from the loops and push his pants to the floor. He tears out of his shirt, buttons sent flying in his haste, and I can’t help laughing as I watch them ping across the room like tiny plastic bullets. My amusement is short lived — when my eyes land on his muscular chest and work their way down from his pecks to his abs to the trail of hair that leads straighttohis…
Holy.
Shit.
His eyes glitter as my ankles lock around his waist and my arms wind around his neck, bringing our bodies together. Skin on skin. I gasp a bit at thesensation.
His hands slide beneath my thighs as he lifts me off the countertop and carries me into the walk-in shower, his steps never faltering, his mouth claiming mine without reprieve. Pinning me against the wall with his hips, he reaches over to turn a handle that brings a warm torrent pouring straight down on us from the ceiling like a tropicalwaterfall.
Beneath the stream, I stare into his half-lidded eyes as his hands move down my wet body, never looking away as he adjusts his stance. I inhale sharply when I feel him there, poised at my entrance, a millimeter away from wrecking me. One tiny shift, and I’ll be lostforever.
I’llbehis.
Arching my back, I murmur my challenge through kiss-swollenlips.
“You claim I’m yours, Luca Buchanan?Proveit.”
His smile is dark with anticipation as he pushes inside me, setting my nerve endings on fire with a single stroke. I swear, despite the water coursing down all around us, my whole body bursts intoflames.
Andprove ithedoes.
Twice.
ChapterThirteen
Curious whether a guy is checkingyouout?
Yawn.
That shit iscontagious.