that had been it for me. It felt like the final stamp in his promise to protect me.
It also felt like he might wreck me.
But. I. Didn’t. Care.
I spread my legs wider and Luca slipped a third finger inside my body and it was obvious I was ready. One kiss-one I didn’t even really participate in-and I was soaking wet for this man. But I wasn’t going to be embarrassed by it. I wanted him to know how badly I wanted this, even if I knew it was a bad idea. Maybe that’s why I was so wet. I was flirting with danger and about to sleep with peril and it felt exhilarating.
My hands went to the buttons of his jacket, and Luca immediately pulled his fingers from my pussy and disentangled his hand from my hair. “Hold up, baby,” he said, his voice gravelly and dark.
Confusion blinked away my sexual haze. “Wh…what? Why?”
His face was apathetic, but his black eyes narrowed a bit. Whatever he was going to do next mattered somehow. Luca was studying my face as if trying to commit it to memory.
I watched as he took a step back, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and reached inside to the back of his waistband. His eyes never left mine as his hand emerged from the confines of his clothes and, with it, a dark blue chrome handgun. Luca carefully placed it on the counter behind me.
A gun.
I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, but the significance of what he just did was huge. He didn’t try to be discrete about who he was. He didn’t try to hide behind an illusion. I told him I only wanted him, but he was showing me exactly who he was.
I had a real decision to make.
Out of the lust-filled haze. No longer distracted by his touch. I had to decide without hormones clouding my judgement.
Luca stepped forward until I was trapped again. With his penetrating gaze, he asked, “Are you still going to let me inside that pussy, Remy?”
My body shivered.
His hand came up, and he caressed my jaw as his thumb found its way in between my lips. “It’s already too late, you know,” he said, his deep voice dancing across my skin. “You already said it was mine.”
My mind raced with the implications, and I realized I needed the words just like he did. There couldn’t be any misunderstanding about this. Luca needed my absolute consent and I needed his clear expectations.
“And what does it mean to be yours?” I asked eager for the answer, but slightly afraid of it too.
“It means that everything I am, and everything I have, is yours,” he answered truthfully, the uncomplicated words complicating everything.
“That’s too much of a lot to hand over to just one person,” I replied, hoping he understood that I didn’t want that kind of privilege. A person had to be out of their minds to want that kind of responsibility, and I was only slightly out of my mind.
Luca bent his head and pressed his lips to mine. It was as if, the more I told him I didn’t want everything he was, the more determined he was to have me. With every push, there he was, pulling at the things deep inside of me.
“It might be,” he agreed as he pulled back to look down at me. “But it’s yours, Remy, nonetheless.”
“I’m scared,” I whispered.
The grin on his face was what evil probably looked like in the flesh. “You should be,” he replied right before he slammed his mouth on mine, the decision between us already made.
My arms up, my hand around his neck, I kissed him back. I surrendered and pretended I would have the opportunity to re-think things later. I convinced my common sense that we had a choice. That this wasn’t a permanent decision.
I could feel the growl low in Luca’s throat as he grabbed my hips. My legs came up to wrap around his waist, my skirt riding high. I felt the edge of the second-hand kitchen table hit my ass and Luca’s hands immediately grabbed the sides of my panties and slid them down. One large hand pressed firmly on my chest until I was sprawled across the table.
I could feel the threat of embarrassment as Luca broke eye contact and lowered his eyes to take in his unobstructed view of my spread legs. I was fully dressed except for my lack of underwear. There was something sinfully erotic and dirty about that.