Luca's Bad Girl - By Amy Andrews Page 0,18

he squeezed and flattened then peeled the cups aside and ran the pads of his thumbs against her tight, bare nipples.

‘I want to be inside you,’ he murmured, his lips finding her neck and licking all the sensitive areas.

Mia opened her mouth to answer but one of his hands moved lower and dipped beneath the band of her underwear, seeking the slick heat of her. He ploughed a finger through her aching sex and found just the right spot, causing her to lose all vocal ability.

‘Mia,’ he murmured as she bucked against him. ‘You are hot here. Very, very hot.’

Mia couldn’t speak as one hand teased a nipple and the other moved rhythmically between her thighs. Her knee buckled slightly and she was vaguely aware of Luca pulling her back against him.

Her hands, however, had a mind of their own and while she left one anchored around his neck the other one sought to touch him as intimately as he was touching her.

She reached behind her, grabbing for his belt as her brain liquefied. One-handed and on an inexorable march towards orgasm, she managed the buckle and the zip and finally she was freeing him, his hard length surging into her palm.

Luca threw his head back on a groan, squeezing his eyes shut as she gripped him firmly and ran her hand up and down the length of him. The urge to bury himself in her, ram into all that slick heat as far as he could go, roared through him as his fingers picked up their pace.

Mia could feel the edges of her world starting to fray and she gripped his neck hard as a wild heat started to boil out of control in the deepest part of her. Her hand clamped around his girth became dysfunctional and uncoordinated as the all-consuming urge to ride his finger, seek her own pleasure, became a blinding imperative.

She sagged against him as standing upright became impossible. ‘Luca,’ she moaned.

‘Yes,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘Yes.’

‘Luca-a-a-a!’

She bucked as the orgasm slammed into her. It picked her up, whirled her round and smashed her back down only to lift her again—higher. She gasped and jerked against him, rocking her pelvis in sync with his fingers, squeezing every last liquid drop of pleasure out of it.

‘Yes, Mia, yes,’ he urged, rubbing harder and faster, pushing a finger deep inside her, feeling her clamp hard around him.

Mia moaned loudly as her body automatically accepted his penetration. It was shockingly satisfying and she cried out as another finger filled her.

Luca held her tight against him as she whimpered and gyrated her pelvis, grinding herself against the hard intrusion of his fingers.

The orgasm began to fade and Mia felt as if she was walking through a rainbow. Cool mists of colour stroked her skin like sighs, caressing and cradling, bringing her down gently despite the frantic beat of her heart and the tortured sound of her breath.

Finally her feet touched the ground and she opened her eyes. Became aware that she was leaning heavily into Luca, his hands were cradling her hips and his erection still coursed hard and potent in her hand.

She moved against him. Dropped her leg to the floor, kicked off her boot and turned in his arms.

Luca brushed her hair off her shoulder. ‘Warm now?’ He grinned.

Mia laughed. A part of her was vaguely aware the floor tiles were warm underfoot and that he could obviously afford to fork out for one of the more luxuriously appointed apartments. And that he no doubt had Bridge and Opera house views too.

But none of that mattered as she plastered her lips to his. It only mattered that she could make him groan just like that. And … she rubbed herself along the length of him … hard just like this.

‘Shower,’ she murmured, pulling back and quickly divesting herself of her underwear before stepping into the spacious cubicle.

She turned through the cloud of steam. ‘Are you coming?’ she asked.

Luca, captivated by the water running over her naked body and her hair turning dark gold as the spray doused it, didn’t move for a moment.

‘Luca,’ Mia growled impatiently, taking in his partially undressed body and his very, very aroused state. ‘Come here and do me against the tiles.’

Her provocative words galvanised him into action and he tore at his shirt, toeing off his shoes, grabbing for his wallet before he divested himself of his trousers, pulling out a foil packet, ripping it open and hastily donning the protection