Chapter 9
Sabrina
There was nothing sexier than a confident man. The way Luca led me to the dance floor, pulled me into his arms, and began leading us with slow deliberate movements was a major turn on. Looking into his eyes while we did so, awakened parts of me I thought were asleep for good.
No other man had my body reacting with a single touch, not even my late husband. At first I thought it was nerves. But, the thing was, I wasn’t nervous. If anything, I was the complete opposite.
His deep brown eyes focused on me. “What are you thinking about?” He tucked my hair behind my ear eliciting a surge of boldness laced with anticipation inside of me. There was a level of instant comfort being in his presence. Granted, the longer my hands stayed pressed against his muscular chest, the quicker my resolve was going to fade. Part of me wanted to stay on this dance floor forever, but the other part of me, the part that hadn’t been with a man in over a year, wanted to go home.
“That I wish we were alone.” I moistened my lips. “Did you have any plans for us after dinner?”
“Yes, to please you.” His lips curled up at the corners, heat pooled in his eyes, and he leaned down to bring his mouth as close to my ear without touching it. “Why? What did you have in mind?”
A surge of desire shot through me, settling right between my legs. “I’d like to go back to my place.”
Dinner was great, the company was even better, but walking into my apartment with Luca right behind me was the perfect way to end our date. I had never been the aggressor in a relationship before. He was the epitome of a man. Every movement, touch, smile, wink, set my female parts on fire. Even the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he sipped his espresso turned me on.
I set my bag and keys on the small table by the door and hung my jacket on the coat rack. “May I take your coat?” In other words, please stay. He shrugged it off, and I hung it next to mine. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you.” He inched closer to me. “I do want to kiss you, though.”
“I want that, too.”
In a slow and deliberate move, he slid his fingers into my hair. The heels of his hands rested on my cheekbones. Soft, strong lips met mine, and on a moan, I parted my lips. I could feel his smile when the tip of his tongue slid into my mouth. He tasted of coffee and all man. It was like an aphrodisiac spurring me to want more, to taste more, to savor more.
Our mouths became eager, our kiss more fervent, and it took every ounce of strength I had not to tear off his clothes. God… had a woman ever orgasmed solely from a kiss? On their own volition, my hips pressed into his, finding the friction they craved. His hardened length on my stomach caused me to shift to the side, seeking what my body wanted.
How easy it would be for me to wrap my legs around his slim waist, to put him exactly where I needed him. Luca broke our kiss, and I immediately felt the loss. His breathing labored, “We need to slow down.”
I wanted to ask, Why? But my brain knew he was right, so all I did was nod.
“Want to sit down? We can watch a movie or something.”
“That sounds fine, and if you don’t mind, can I please have a glass of ice water?” I nodded. “But first, I’m going to use your bathroom.”
I pointed to the hallway. “It’s the first door on the right.”
It may have been chilly outside, but my apartment felt like the tropics. I grabbed two glasses and opened the freezer to get some ice. If I had time, I would have stuck my head inside to cool off. Instead, I filled our glasses and headed back to the sofa.
Luca walked out, his eyes never leaving mine. “Did you find something to watch?”
Hell, I hadn’t even thought about that yet. “No, but here.” I handed him his glass of water. Rather than take a sip, he set it down on the table. Mine, on the other hand, was already half empty.
When I stretched my arm past him to reach for the remote, he stopped me. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he positioned me so my back was facing him. My muscles danced for joy when they felt his strong thumbs press into them. His fingers worked magic on every tense muscle he touched. “Mmmm…”
“Feel good?”
My head lolled forward. “Yes, it feels great.”
Puffs of warm breath caressed my neck, his hands no longer on my shoulders, but in front of me. His fingers rested on the buttons of my blouse. “May I?”
“Please.” I could feel my nipples harden against the sheer fabric of my bra, waiting, needing, and wanting him to touch them.
What felt like an eternity, but only mere seconds later, my blouse pooled at my waist. His soft lips met my shoulder in a kiss as he unfastened the clasp of my bra. The restrictive elastic loosened, but he didn’t remove it. I lost all sense of myself when his hands gently urged me forward. Before I knew it, I was face down, stretched out on the sofa, with my cheek flat against the cushion.
“I’ll be right back.” I didn’t know where he was going, but when he returned, he straddled my upper thighs. The sound of a plastic cap opening and closing caught my attention. Without delay, his hands were sliding up and down my back. “I borrowed the lotion that was on your vanity. I hope you don’t mind.”
I shook my head, falling deeper and deeper into euphoria. His strong hands continued to knead my tired muscles. Knot after knot was untied by the use of the correct amount of pressure. The way he caressed my skin was how I imagined a musician strummed his guitar or played the piano—methodical, deliberate, and with purpose.
Not an inch was missed from the top of my neck to the waistband of my pants, which I cursed having on at the moment. With smooth, long strokes, his hands moved up and down my spine, to the base of my neck and all the way to my wrists. He’d give my skin a little pinch as he made his way back to my shoulders. His fingers lingered a bit longer when he reached the side of my breasts. It wouldn’t take much for me to lift myself up to give him access to palm and caress the front of me.
Each time Luca moved his hands toward my head, I could feel his arousal against my ass. I closed my eyes trying to picture it, but I knew whatever image I conjured up in my brain wouldn’t do it justice. What I did know, was it felt long, thick and hard—perfect.
“That feels so good, Luca.”
“Good. Turn over.” At my hesitation, he repeated it. He raised up on his knees, giving me room to flip onto my back. It’d been so very long since a man had seen me naked, an eternity since it was a man other than Dillon. My insides trembled at the thought, but the desire that coursed hot and thick through my veins won the battle.
I slowly turned over, holding the lace of my bra to my breasts until I was flat on my back. Luca’s eyes darkened, his black pupils practically eating up the chocolate irises. He didn’t speak in words; it was through his expression that I could read his thoughts. His fingertips began at my forehead and slowly slid down my face tickling my skin along the way. I closed my eyes, feeling his firm touch travel over my jaw and down my neck. They reached the swell of my breasts and stopped.
When I opened my eyes, he lifted his gaze to meet mine. “You’re stunning.” He removed my bra, and continued the path over each exposed breast, down my belly, and around my sides. His fingers gripped my back just as he bent his head and placed the softest kisses on the faint marks left from my pregnancy. I flinched when his warm lips hit each one. The more I did, the more he kissed them. Lifting his head, he held my stare for a pause. “Stunning, Sabrina. Every inch of you.”
His words did little to hide my embarrassment. I slid my hands over the marks.
“Hey.” He waited for my eyes to come back to his.
“I hate them.”
“You should be proud of them. Plus, I find them sexy. It shows what a strong woman you are.”
God, this man.
His expression softened when he saw the tears shimmering in my eyes. No more words were spoken. Luca spent what felt like an eternity worshipping the marks on my body with his lips and his touch.
Luca
Perfection.
How could she doubt she was anything but perfection?
The way her warm, firm skin felt beneath my hands, my lips, spurred a deep-rooted desire to boil within me. It wasn’t lust that I’d felt many times in my life. It was something else. A hunger would be the closest way I could describe it.
I wanted to devour her.
Repositioning myself as I was before she turned over, I straddled her hips and bent to kiss her mouth. I started slow, enjoying the contours of her lips, the smooth silk of her tongue. I kissed her like I needed to draw breath from her body into mine. She responded, arching her back and digging her fingers into my hair.
Fuck, I was hard as stone from just kissing her and feared I’d never recover if I didn’t get relief soon. But this wasn’t about me, it was about Sabrina.
She mewled in disappointment when I broke the kiss. The distress turned into a moan when my lips continued sucking, licking, nipping her smooth skin from her neck to her breast. Her nipple begged to be touched. I ran a fingertip over the hardened nub a few times before latching on and drawing it into my mouth.
“Luca,” she said on a breathy sigh.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked in between open-mouthed kisses over her breasts.
“No.”
Those two letters provided the green light I needed. When I moved to her other breast, my fingers found the button of her slacks and then the zipper. I slid my hands between the fabric and her skin, pushing them down and away without breaking the connection I had on her breasts.
Once they were around her knees, I straightened and stood to remove them. She lay on the couch, naked except for her black thong.
“Don’t move.”
A nervous giggle erupted before she shook her head. “I won’t.”
I leaned over and plucked an ice cube from the glass before settling between her legs.
“What’s that for?” she asked, her eyes wide and curious. “Although, I could use some ice. I feel like I’m on fire. But then again, you know that. I’m sure my skin feels clammy and sweaty. Oh God. Am I clammy and sweaty?” She skimmed her hands over her stomach and cringed. “Luca, I’m nervous. I’m…”
“Stop talking, Sabrina.”
The moment I put the ice on her, she jumped. Once I began using it to paint her belly button, her stretch marks, and the edge of her thong, she moaned with pleasure. Her panting and my breathing were the only sounds in the room.
I left the cube on her as I removed her thong, revealing the smooth skin of her pussy. I took the Lord’s name in Italian right before swearing.
“I don’t know what you said, but I loved how it sounded.”
“I said, Jesus Christ, you’re fucking stunning.” She trembled when I used the back of my hand to skim over her. “So beautiful,” I added, my voice filled with reverence and awe.
I could see her chest rising and falling with every breath she took while I stared at her body. By the time I repositioned between her legs, the ice left a tiny puddle in her navel.
Ready with a fresh piece of ice, I popped it into my mouth, rolled it around my tongue, and then latched onto her clit. She bucked at the assault, forcing me to hold her hips while I licked and sucked her until the cube melted in my mouth. I stopped long enough to repeat the process, three times. By then, she gripped my head in a silent command to continue until she came.
Once she calmed and relaxed, I lifted my head to meet her gaze. “Luca, let me…”
“No,” I cut her off. “Not tonight.” Desire blazed in her eyes, her taut legs were now languid at my sides. Exhausted, sated, and satisfied… for the moment. I wasn’t done with her yet. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be done.