his soldiers. Luca’s eyes flashed, but he didn’t give me the grin he reserved for when we were alone. His face remained the hard mask he almost always wore when he was around his soldiers. I wasn’t sure why Made Men thought showing any kind of emotion that wasn’t anger or hate was some kind of weakness. Luca motioned for me to attack him. As usual, I tried to land a hit, which was impossible with his fight experience and reflexes. My third try landed me flat on my back with Luca crouching over me. His hand brushed my mound through my shorts, only the barest touch, but it sent bolts of lightning through my body.
It hadn’t been an accident. Luca’s eyes said it all. I let him pull me to my feet and made sure to brush past him in a way that my hip touched his groin area.
After that, it was pretty clear that our fight training had turned into a game of who could drive the other wilder with secret touches. The other men in the gym seemed oblivious to our activities, or they knew better than to pay too much attention to us. My body was practically bursting with need when Luca finally ended our session. I wanted to drag him into the changing room with me, even if that meant I’d lose our little game. But one of the men came over to us, a teenage boy at his side.
Luca sent me a look of regret. “He’s a new initiate. I’ll have to talk to his father and him for a moment.”
I smiled. “I’ll go ahead and shower.”
It was the last thing I wanted but it would have been rude for Luca to disappear without a word. I gave both man and boy a smile as I walked away. Once I was inside the changing room and had closed the door behind me, I let out a sigh. My panties were sticking to my skin and not just from sweat. After I’d listened for sounds that I wasn’t alone, I undressed, grabbed a towel and then headed for the shower stalls. I turned the water to cold and hopped under the stream, gasping for breath. The cold didn’t help with my desire. I wasn’t sure if a cold shower worked like that for anyone, or if that was only urban legend. I turned up the heat and tried to relax. I lathered myself in shower gel but as my fingers brushed my folds, I couldn’t resist. Who knew how long Luca would be gone? I needed some relief now. The second I touched my clit, I slumped against the wall and exhaled, my eyes falling shut. I was already close; all the teasing touches had driven me to the brink. I rubbed myself faster and my legs began shaking. God, I was so close.
A strong hand curled around my wrist and pulled my hand away moments before I could reach my peak. I groaned in frustration and my eyes shot open, only to find Luca in front of me, naked and with a raging hard-on, his eyes flashing with hunger. I almost came because of that look. He raised my hand to his lips and sucked my fingers into his mouth, but his gray eyes burned into mine with the same need I felt.
“That’s my job,” he growled.
I shivered in delight. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Luca positioned my opening above his erection but he didn’t lower me. Instead his lips claimed mine, and he kneaded my butt cheeks. I ground my pussy against his abs, hoping it would get him moving. His tip brushed my folds and I sucked in a breath. Luca growled into my mouth but he still didn’t move. Of course he had no trouble holding me upright.
I raked my fingernails down his back, pulled back from his mouth and whispered into his ear, “I need you now.”
“You do, hm?” Luca murmured as his lips traced my throat. I ground myself against him once more and felt his abs constrict under me. This was torture for him too.
I kissed the spot under his ear. “Don’t you want to be inside of me? I’m so wet.”
Luca’s fingers on my thighs tensed. He caught my lips for another kiss, and then finally started lowering my body. His tip eased into me, then slowly the rest of his