“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I said, my tone full of wonder as my mind and body tried to process how fucking terrific everything felt in the moment.
Whitney shifted, causing me to go deeper, and I saw stars.
Her hands came to my ass and squeezed, urging me to move, so I did. Every plunge was better than the last, and as we moved faster, I grasped one of her hands in mine and intertwined our fingers, moving our arms up over our heads as my lips found her shoulder and I kissed her there. Then, as her legs tightened around me and her pleasure surrounded me, I bit down softly and allowed ecstasy to take over.
Twenty-Seven
Whitney
That was the most amazing sex of my life…
This was the phrase playing on a loop in my brain as my body seemed to sink into the bed. I’d never felt so relaxed, yet exhilarated and happy at the same time.
I’d always imagined I’d be nervous. That I’d be thinking about every part of my body Luca would be seeing and may find fault with. But the second I’d started to unbutton my shirt and Luca’s attention had been on me like a fire brand, there had been nothing else in my head except for him.
I’d felt powerful, sexy, and completely at ease with my body.
It’s like Luca was a wizard or something. Like his attention had given me a confidence I’d never even had with my husband of twenty-five years. It would have been sad if I wasn’t so incredibly turned on and in the moment.
I turned my head to look at Luca, who was laid out on his back next to me, trying to catch his breath.
I moved my hand a few inches across the soft sheets until I reached his. He immediately grabbed on and held my hand tightly.
“I still need a minute,” he said with a light laugh.
“Take all the time you need,” I told him, rolling to my side so I was facing him. “You deserve it.”
He looked and me and asked, “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said with a laugh. “You deserve a medal.”
“Bronze?” Luca asked with a quirk of his brow.
“Gold, all the way,” I teased.
“It did feel like a gold-medal performance,” Luca said, moving closer. “I’m glad you thought so, too.”
His head dipped down to kiss me, sweetly and thoroughly, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so happy.
“As much as I’d love to stay in this bed with you all night, there is something I’d like to do first,” he said when he broke the kiss.
“Eat?” I asked hopefully. Now that my mind and body were one again, I was very aware that I was starving.
“Yes. I’m guessing you’re of the same mind?”
“That French food is going to taste so good,” I said, already hopping off the bed.
Rather than reach for my clothes, I grabbed his shirt off the floor and pulled it over my head, then headed to the kitchen.
When Luca growled low in his throat, I shot him a curious look over my shoulder and found his eyes clasped on my ass, which his shirt barely covered.
“That’s a really fucking good look,” he said when his eyes moved up to catch mine.
I sent him what I hoped was a saucy grin and turned to focus back on my mission.
“The chicken will probably be fine reheated in the microwave, but I’ll warm the steak on the stove,” I said, opening cabinet doors in search of a pan.
“Agreed,” he said as he joined me. “Divide and conquer?”
I nodded as I pulled out a cast iron skillet.
Luca pulled out the bags and handed me the container with the steak, before taking the other containers and dividing the food onto two plates. Once the skillet was hot, I slapped the steak on and enjoyed the sizzle.
After our dinner was reheated, we took it to the bed and made ourselves a little picnic, sharing the food on both plates so we could try a little of everything.
“If it’s this good warmed up, I can’t imagine how amazing it must be right out of the kitchen,” I said, popping a brussels sprout in my mouth.
“We’ll go there.”
“I’ll hold you to it.”
We ate with a gusto, saving the crème brulée until the end and enjoying it with a glass of the Pinot noir I’d brought.
We were laying on the bed, talking as we indulged.
“I’d really like to take you to a Sunday dinner at my parents’, if you’re up to it.”
My breath caught, and when I didn’t immediately respond, Luca said, “If you need more time, we can wait a few weeks, but I want you to know that it’s what I’m hoping is the next step for us. You can bring the kids, or save that for another time, totally up to you, but my ma is going to want to meet you.”
“Have you told her … them, about us?”
Luca shook his head.
“Not yet. Once I tell her, she’s going to insist on meeting you, and since I knew you weren’t ready for that yet, I figured I should wait.”
I thought about him and us and made a decision I hoped was the right one.
“I’d like that, but without the kids first. They only just met you, so I’d like to give them a little more time to get to know you first, before introducing them to your whole family. I don’t want them to be overwhelmed.”
“I should tell you, I spoke with Silas today.”
“You did?” I asked, then remembered he’d been by the office. “At work?”
“Yeah, in the elevator on the way down.”
“How did that go?”
“Well, he gave me the ‘man of the house’ speech.”
“The what?” I asked, puzzled.
“You know, the kind of if you hurt my mom I’ll kill you speech. Although he didn’t use those words. Mostly he wanted to tell me you’ve been through a lot and warned me not to hurt you. He also said you weren’t going to get married again and with things going good in your life again, you don’t need me messing things up.”
I sat up, shocked, appalled, and a little touched at the thought of Si stepping up to have my back like that.
“I hope you weren’t mad.”
“No, not at all. I got where he was coming from. I told him I really like you and don’t want to mess anything up for you and I hoped he’d give me a chance.”
“Oh, okay, well it sounds like you handled it pretty well. I’m sorry he cornered you like that.”
“Is what he said true? Do you not want to get married again?” he asked, and from his expression I could tell my answer was important to him.
So, I answered truthfully… “I don’t know.”
Twenty-Eight
Luca
“What do you say we get together on Saturday and hit up Top Golf or something?” I asked Damon.
He’d called while I was in the middle of a meeting with a client, so I’d called him back before my next one started.
“Sounds perfect. It’s been a minute since we’ve done that,” he replied.
He was right, it had been a long time since we’d gone out and done something fun. Other than the burger we’d grabbed a few weeks ago, I hadn’t spent much time with him at all. I suddenly felt guilty, because we used to be inseparable, but life and work had gotten in the way of that.