Page 46 of On Her Terms
My eyes fall shut, suddenly overwhelmed with the intensity of our lovemaking, the loss of control that’s come over me. But when it comes to Brianna, this is all too much...yet not nearly enough. She lets loose a keening cry and comes again, all over my cock, and euphoria surges inside me as my orgasm approaches.
“I’m there,” I say. “I’m going to fill your beautiful body with my cum.”
“Yes, I want that.”
I let go and spurt high inside her, liking that I’m leaving a part of me in her when we finish here. My cock spasms again and again, pleasure rocketing through me as I hold her body to mine, never wanting to let her go, never wanting this moment to end. I hug her for a long time, and neither one of us seems to be in a hurry to move. My cock grows flaccid inside her and I sense she needs to get off her knees.
“You okay?” I whisper in her ear as I lift her and untie her hands.
She slides her arms around me. “I’m... My God, Luca. That was... What was that?”
I laugh. “That was a game and it was insanely hot.”
“I need to play games more often,” she says, her lips turning up into a sexy grin.
While I don’t deny that’s true, I hate the thought of her playing these kinds of games with someone other than me. I grab my clothes, lay them on the ground and then I settle her on them. I spread out beside her, the two of us naked, completely bare as we stare up at the sky and catch our breaths. She rolls into me, places her cheek on my chest. My heart pounds hard as she trails her finger over my damp flesh, curls the tip of it around my nipple. I cup her chin, bring her mouth to mine. I kiss her softly, passionately, and her moan of satisfaction fills me with a new kind of need that I shouldn’t let myself feel.
Goddammit, deep down I knew that after one taste, she’d ruin me for any other girl. I never should have touched her, kissed her, played sexy games with her. No, I should have stayed strong and kept my distance.
I totally fucked everything up.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Brianna
LEANING AGAINST THE BAR, I take a sip of my champagne as my gaze roams around the rooftop lounge. A mountain breeze rolls in through the open windows, and off in the distance, high above the snow peaks, darkness falls over St. Moritz. My mood should be high, euphoric even, but instead it matches the somber night sky. Amber steps up beside me. She’s saying something but my brain is on hyperdrive and my stomach is knotted so tightly, I’m having a hard time focusing.
After our lovemaking all afternoon, Luca has been acting a little distant. Both emotionally and physically. I’m not sure what’s come over him, but there’s definitely something wrong. Maybe this is his way of telling me he’s done pretending. We did after all agree to one week, and with the wedding ceremony taking place tomorrow afternoon, most will be preparing to return home, to their real lives.
The thought of going back to divorce court sits heavily on my shoulders. Maybe Luca was right. Maybe it’s not too late for me to try something else. I can’t deny that he was right about other things, too. Things like the fact that I can be with a guy for more than one night, that I might just want a family of my own. I had so much fun sitting around the table, playing board games the other night, it’s not something I’m ready to turn my back on. I think back to the young Luca from Oxford. I spent years hating him, but he’s not that guy who hurt me. He’s grown, changed, has become a caring man who’s treated me to surprises, cooked for me, taken me to heights of pleasure I’ve never before known. Would he have done all that if he didn’t care about my well-being? I think not. Which makes his sudden distance all the more confusing.
Amber says something again, and I turn to her. It was fun spending time earlier today with the girls at the spa and getting to know Summer’s friends better. I really don’t get much girl time, or have that many girlfriends, so it was a special day for me.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I ask.
“Who’s the cutie Tate and Luca are talking to?”
My gaze slides to my two favorite guys again, and I smile when I see that my cousin Alec has joined them. “That’s Alec. He couldn’t get here until today.”
“Where have you guys been hiding him?” she asks with a smack of her lips.
I laugh at that. “Watch yourself with that one, Amber. He’ll eat you alive.”
She takes a long swallow of her champagne and then grins at me. “Well now, that just makes me all the more interested.” I laugh at that. “Is he a lawyer, too?” she asks.
“No. Worse,” I say, and she snorts.
“What could be worse... Oh wow, who’s that guy?” she asks, getting sidetracked as she points to the guy sauntering into the room like he owns it.
“That’s cousin Will. Alec’s younger brother.” I wave to him and he gives me a GQ smile as he comes my way. Behind him, in walks Tate’s father, Uncle Don, and his much-younger wife.
Amber gives a low, slow whistle. “Did your family win the gene pool or something?”
I laugh at that. If only she knew the battles I had with weight when I was younger. She wouldn’t think so then.
“Bri,” Will says and bends down to kiss me on the cheek. He takes my hand, stands back and looks me over. “Still the most beautiful woman in the room, I see.”
I whack him. “Oh, cut it out.” I roll my eyes at Amber. “Don’t believe anything he says.” But that’s when I catch the way Luca is watching us. I meet his gaze, and we stare at each other. For a second I think he’s going to come over, take me into a back room somewhere and go wild on me, like he did the night I was dancing with Jared.