Page 26 of Between Steel and Secrets
I climb off her, and she whimpers, “Luca?” Worry creases her brow, and I lean down, kissing it away before I lift the hem of my shirt and yank it over my head, tossing it across the room to the floor.
“Oh.” The smile adorns her face when she realizes I’m not leaving.
It’s cute and flattering how much she wants me.
Her hands are on my hips, helping me remove my pants and boxers in a matter of seconds.
“Are we … okay?” she asks, pausing before taking things any farther.
“That depends. Do you plan on going behind my back again?” There’s more harshness than intended in my question, but she smiles all the same.
“No. Promise me you’ll tell me if we’re in danger, though.”
If I told her every time there was a threat made on our lives, she’d never want to leave the house. I sigh again.
“Luca.”
“Fine,” I say, and hope that it doesn’t come to pass, that, with Massimo dead, the threats to my family are gone.
There’s a fire behind her gaze, and I silence her concerns with a kiss, my mouth crushing hers, our bodies dueling for control.
I pin her beneath me, her hands pressed against the mattress at her sides by her head. My hips grind against hers as she moans.
“You have too many clothes on,” I mutter in a frenzied state, the shirt tangled between us, feeling like too much.
I help guide it up and over her body, baring her to me. “Beautiful,” I whisper against her ear, my lips teasing the skin as her back arches off the mattress.
Her fingernails drag over my skin, along my back, pulling me closer, marking me. The slight singe of pain feels good against the cool air on my back.
Heat floods between us, like molten lava, as I drag one leg up around my hip, teasing her with my cock at her entrance.
Harper arches off the mattress, her lips fusing with mine, and I’m craving exactly what I need: her.
One hand untangles from her wrist, needing to feel with certainty that she’s ready for me. My fingers deftly spread her folds and feel wetness seeping out of her.
A smile encompasses my face as I stare down at her, amused. “How long have you been turned on, sweetheart?”
She momentarily holds her breath and then expels it.
Was she perhaps worried I was going to call her princess again? Maybe I should. I like stoking the fire inside of her, watching her fight me, because deep down, I know that she cares.
She wouldn’t fight me if she didn’t love me.
“Some secrets are best left kept,” she whispers and her nose crinkles. The smile plays on her face, and I catch her lips, needing a taste, hungry entirely for her.
She’s mine, and I’m hers.
Yet it never feels like enough.
My gaze tightens, and I grip her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, my other hand embracing my cock, teasing her folds and her clit.
Her lips part, head bent back, eyes glazed over.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I rasp, and she struggles to open those glorious dark eyes as she bites down on her bottom lip.
It’s sexy as hell, and I cover her mouth with mine, pushing my tongue inside.
Harper whimpers as my cock glides across her folds, teasing her, but I don’t inch inside of her yet.
