Page 131 of Ruined
The warm water enveloped me, easing some of the tension in my muscles. I leaned back, closing my eyes for a moment. Luca knelt by the side of the tub. He started to scrub me with a sponge.
“A little to the left,” I teased. “Could use a bit more on the shoulders.”
His mouth twitched. “Don’t push it.”
I sighed. “You know, I could get used to this.”
I let his hands do the work. The heat of the water, his hands on me, was dangerously relaxing. The sight of Luca, sleeves rolled up, didn’t hurt either. I shifted, biting back a groan as his hand trailed lower.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m just getting too excited. It always seems to happen when I bathe.” I trailed my fingers along the water’s surface. “It reminds me of that night you broke in.”
“Yeah?”
I leaned back, nodding. “I’ve thought about it a lot. Wondered what would’ve happened if I’d thrown you against the wall and taken you.”
Luca’s gaze darkened, and he scraped the sponge over my chest.
I raised an eyebrow. “Careful, Luca. You’re gonna scrub my skin off. Unless you’re working out some unresolved desires right now.”
His hand stilled. “You don’t stop, do you?”
“Not when I’ve got you all flustered. It’s kind of my favorite thing.”
“I’m not flustered,” he muttered, his neck flushing.
“Oh, you are. Your ears are giving you away.” I tilted my head, smiling. “Admit it. You’ve thought about it.
“I thought about having my way with you.”
“Hmm. It’s a shame you never got to use your bag of toys.”
The sponge slowed, and a spark jolted through me. “I would’ve had you begging in seconds.”
“I remember you doing a lot of the begging that night.”
He tossed the sponge into the water, his hands bracing on the edge of the tub. “You’re awfully mouthy.”
“Is it getting to you?”
He snorted. “Keep talking. It’s only making it easier for me to do something about it.”
“Go on,” I dared, enjoying the way his breathing hitched. “Show me you’re not all talk, Costa.”
“No. Not while you’re hurt.”
“It’s been a few days. I’m fine.”
I stood, water cascading down my body. My gaze never left Luca. There was a fire in his eyes, an edge of defiance mixed with desire. I took a step forward, the heat from the bath mixing with the simmering charge in the room.
Luca stood. I moved closer, grabbing his shirt. I yanked, and the buttons gave way, scattering to the floor. The shirt slid from Luca’s shoulders, baring his chest, and I pushed it down and off.
I shoved him until his shoulders smacked against the cool tile of the bathroom wall. He sucked in a breath, smirking.
My hands moved, sliding down Luca’s back, my fingers gripping, spreading, positioning us closer. His body tensed. My cock was rock hard.
I grabbed Luca’s hips, my fingers digging in as I spread him apart. My cock throbbed, aching for release. I grabbed the bottle of lube in the drawer and coated my cock. Then I leaned in, my lips brushing Luca’s ear.