Luca's Bad Girl - By Amy Andrews Page 0,17

her as he pushed open the door. ‘I have the perfect solution.’

He tugged on her hand and she followed him into the toasty centrally heated apartment.

Luca strode into his bedroom, Mia in tow, flipping lights on as he went. He walked straight past his bed, turning right into a spacious en suite. He ushered her in, shut the door, flipped on a wall-mounted heater, opened the shower screen and turned the hot tap on full bore. Instant heat puffed into the air from the shower head.

He turned to look at Mia, shrugging out of his jacket. ‘Get naked.’

Mia quirked an eyebrow at his imperious command. ‘Boy, you sure know how to seduce a woman.’

Luca grabbed her by her coat lapels and hauled her up against him. He lowered his mouth and on a groan unleashed a truly devastating kiss.

Mia’s response was instantaneous. His mouth was hot, hot, hot and it fanned the flames burning in her belly to the rest of her body. Raising herself on tiptoe, she tunnelled her hands into his hair, pressed her breasts hard against the solid warmth of his chest.

His hands cupped her bottom, dragging their hips into alignment. Mia rubbed herself against him, causing a delicious friction that spread more warmth to every part of her body.

Luca groped for the tie of her coat and yanked it loose, his hands invading the cocoon of heat around her belly and stroking down her sides and back. He felt for her zip and undid it, pushing the skirt off her hips.

Mia broke away from the drugging intensity of his mouth, her rough breath almost as loud as the teeming shower that poured an endless supply of steam into the hothouse atmosphere.

She was hot now. Very, very hot.

She quickly stepped out of her skirt, removed her jacket and followed it with her skivvy.

Luca’s breath caught in his throat as she stood before him in matching champagne-coloured underwear and a pair of black knee-high boots.

He breathed out reverentially. ‘Mia bella,’ he murmured. Thoughts of the mess he’d left behind in Marsala were now a distant memory.

Mia blushed. She had no idea what that meant but it sounded pretty damn complimentary to her. Which spurred her on even more. Removing the clasp from her hair, she shook it free so it fell down her back and flowed over her shoulders in a golden stream.

Aware that Luca, hands on hips, was watching her every move between heavy eyelids, she lifted a booted foot and placed it on the edge of the bath. She leaned forward until her breasts were brushing her thigh and slowly—very, very slowly—undid the side zipper on her boots.

Luca heard every one of the zip teeth release as he watched Mia intently. She had her back to him and his gaze roved hungrily over the brief triangle of fabric encasing the enticing wiggle of her butt cheeks. He lifted it higher to the indentation that formed the small of her back. Higher still to the long delicate stretch of her spine partially obscured by her long blonde tresses.

Mia looked over her shoulder at him and smiled as she straightened and flicked the boot off. The steam was building in the bathroom and her face felt flushed, although the kick in her pulse told her it had more to do with Luca’s smouldering look than the atmospheric conditions.

When she turned back to bend over the other boot, Luca couldn’t hold back. He moved in close behind her, pushing her hair off one shoulder and leaning forward to drop a kiss. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her against him, snuggling her bottom into the heat of his groin.

Luca was consumed with the erotic image in front of him. He fully clothed, his erection straining for release, Mia scantily clad and bent provocatively in front of him. He wanted to tear her knickers off and take her right here and now.

He pulled her in tight.

Mia’s hand faltered on the zip as Luca circled his hips against her. She shut her eyes as he created delicious havoc in just the right spot, her breath coming faster. The boot forgotten, one foot still propped on the bath edge, she straightened, arching her back against him, her arms snaking up behind her to clasp around his neck, gratified to feel both of his hands slide up from her hips, over her belly and higher.

‘Mia,’ he groaned into her ear as his hands found her satin-clad breasts.

Mia whimpered, biting her lip as