Page 13 of Worth the Risk

“You didn’t hear that,” I mumble.

“Oh, but I did.”

“Dammit.”

“Yeah. Never had an orgasm by a man?” he asks. I sigh, and nod against his chest. “Jesus, woman. How could a man not focus on you? I’d make you come so many fucking times you wouldn’t be able to walk afterward.”

I inhale sharply as my pussy clenches in wanton need. Could he? Could he actually make me come? I figured I was broken.

“Yeah, bella. I know I could make you come. Bet I could make you come with just my fingers. Then my tongue. Then on my cock. Bet you come spectacularly,” he whispers as his head dips down and he kisses the side of my neck reverently. I whimper and clutch his waist. “Bet I could make you come just by talking to you. Kissing your tits. Holding that sweet ass as you rock against me. Fuck, could I make you come.”

Luca touches his tongue to my neck and slides it up to my ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth before nibbling on it. I let out a low moan as my hands circle around his waist and grab his lower back. His shirt has skirted up slightly so I’m able to touch his skin. Ripples of tension flow along his spine as my fingers trace and touch.

“You gonna come to my place tonight, bella? You gonna let me make you feel good? Say yes, Pix, please say yes,” he breathes against my neck as he slowly raises his head and rests his forehead against mine. “I’ll make you feel so good. Make you forget the rest of the world. Just you and me.”

His lips are feathering across mine with each word, so close to a full kiss but so far away. As I’m about to push up on my tiptoes to close the distance, the elevator door opens with a flourish.

I push Luca away from me and step as far away as I can as light fills the elevator cab.

“You two okay?” the fireman asks.

“Yep!” I chirp, grabbing my bags. and the files, and pushing past him. We’re on the fourth floor. Great. Gonna hoof it up the stairs.

“Hey, you’re Luke …” I hear as I run through the door to the stairs and start hauling up the flights. I’m out of breath within two floors. This Georgia girl is not used to mile high altitude. I sound like I’m hyperventilating when I get to the tenth floor.

I hear a door opening somewhere under me, which propels me faster.

“Pixie, wait up!” Luca calls from below. I don’t wait. I’m incredibly embarrassed by what just happened in the elevator. Not only did he witness me almost having a panic attack, which would be the second time he’s been near me when that happened, but I also almost kissed him. And I’m not sure if that would have been a mistake or not.

I can hear Luca approaching quickly as I reach our floor, but I manage to unlock the apartment door and get inside before he enters from the stairwell. I’m panting as I throw my bags down and grab a bottle of water from the fridge, keeping one ear focused on the doorway.

Within a minute, there’s a knock at the door.

“Hannah.”

I debate on not answering and acting like I’ve disappeared.

“I know you’re in there, Pix. Open the door.”

Fuck. I can hear it in his voice. He just oozes sex appeal. If I open the door, I won’t be able to stop myself from getting a taste.

“Hannah, please. Open the door … Hannah. Please.”

God dammit! The way he says my name…

I throw open the door.

Luca is braced against the door with both hands gripping the doorframe. His eyes are black as midnight as he stares at me with intensity and lust. Promise of pleasure and bliss dance in his eyes. Our eyes are connected as he lets go of the doorframe and lunges toward me, kicking the door closed as he grabs me around the waist and picks me up. My back is against the wall as his lips crash onto mine in a kiss so passionate, so searing, that I feel all aspects of my surroundings wash away as my focus goes solely to Luca. His tongue slides into my mouth and he groans as one hand slides down to grip my ass.

“Jesus, woman, this ass,” he mutters as he peppers kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder. “Been dreaming about this ass.” His hand slides further in between my legs and he pushes his palm against my pussy. He bites my shoulder blade as I shamelessly rock against his hand.

“Luca,” I moan.

“Fuck, baby. Say my name again,” he groans against my neck.

“Luca.”

He lifts his head to give me another scorching kiss that takes my breath away. I suck his tongue into my mouth and he moans. I’ve got both of my hands in his hair, gripping on for dear life as I bring myself closer to orgasm.