I thought the song was about me. Billie Only Knows.”
“That’s fucking adorable.” His blue eyes brighten, and he reaches out to run his fingers across my cheek. “And one of a million reasons why I love you.”
“You love me?” I ask. I already know the answer, but now, I don’t think I will never grow tired of hearing him say it.
“More than anything.”
“Lucky in love?” I tease, and he smirks down at me.
“That’s cute,” he responds. “And very true.”
“My granny was obsessed with the idea of luck.”
Luca raises a brow, and I continue.
“She always thought if you were a Harris, you were either lucky in life or flat on your ass. There was no in-between, in her opinion,” I tell him as we walk back inside the house and into the living room. “She was so superstitious about Harris luck that when she won a four-million-dollar lottery jackpot, she didn’t touch the money and kept it a secret until she was on her deathbed. And then she told Birdie and me about it and told us she was passing the Harris luck on to us.”
“That is the craziest story I’ve ever heard.”
“Tell me about it,” I respond on a giggle. “My granny was a strange bird.”
“Is this one her?” he asks and picks up a photo from the mantel.
“It is.”
He takes in the rest of the photos on the wall and the mantel, pictures of Harris family reunions, photos of Birdie and me growing up, a beautiful shot of my parents. “You look so much like your mother,” he muses. “Green eyes. Blond hair. When I found that video clip, I almost thought it was you in that apron.”
“How did you find it?” I ask. “Birdie and I spent years trying to track that down, but we never could.”
A little smirk appears on his lips. “I have friends in high places.”
I giggle. “I figured you had a little help.”
But then my giggle stops, and I step toward him and wrap my arms around his trim waist. “Thank you,” I whisper and bury my face in his chest. “You have no idea how much that meant to me. And to Birdie.”
“You’re welcome,” he whispers into my hair. “When it comes to you, I’d do just about anything.”
“Anything?” I lean back and quirk a brow.
He nods. “Anything.”
“Like make-up sex in my childhood bedroom?”
His eyes turn heated, and he lifts me up in his arms and wraps my legs around his waist. “You want to be a bad girl, princess?”
“I have to be a little bad to keep up with Hollywood’s notorious bad boy.”
“Smartass.” He rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to my lips. “And now, you’re really going to get it.”
“Yes, please!” I exclaim, leaning my head back and fist-pumping the air. Several giggles follow my words.
Luca doesn’t waste any time after that.
Leading us down the hall and toward the back of the house.
“Which one is yours?” he asks, a fork in the road. Birdie’s bedroom and my bedroom, the only choices.
“Left.”
Between one breath and the next, Luca moves us from the hallway to my bedroom.
And it doesn’t take long before he’s tenderly undressing me and laying me back on the mattress.
“God, I love you,” he whispers, his lips starting a delicate path up my legs and my thighs and my belly.
“I love you too.”
He removes his clothes and then resumes his kisses.
My belly. My hips.
Right between my thighs where I ache and throb for him.
And then up my chest, across my breasts, until he stops at my mouth, his body hovering over mine.
Our eyes locked, Luca slides inside me, and I moan.
He takes it slow at first, but when our kisses grow erratic and my nails claw at his back, his smooth strokes turn to deep thrusts.
And he kisses and makes love to me in a way no one else can.
Only him. Always him.
Billie
Two months later…
The instant I step through the front door, the soft sounds of Patsy Cline fill my ears, and I smile. It’s a Saturday afternoon, and since we both have the day off from filming, I decided to go to the grocery store to grab a few things. Luca, being the famous celebrity that he is, decided to stay home and avoid the paparazzi.
Although, with news breaking of our engagement, I didn’t exactly make it through my errands without spotting a few cameras being pointed in my direction.
Luca’s and my love story has become a whole fairy-tale kind of thing.
Famous actor falls in love with a