Page 69 of Privilege

“Not so hungry now,” she heard him murmur.

Lucia laughed breathlessly. “Just tired, I think.”

“Yeah … shit, yeah. The couch, then?”

“Do I get to use you as a pillow?”

Renzo’s laughter was far louder than hers as he pulled her in for a soft, trembling kiss. “Yeah, I’ll be your fucking pillow. Whatever you want, Lucia.”

• • •

It was a constant, loud banging in the back of Lucia’s dream-filled mind that first made her open her eyes. The banging continued even as she wiped the sleep from her eyes, and realized exactly where she was.

Still with Renzo.

On top of him, as a matter of fact.

He shifted under Lucia, his face still a mask of relaxation in his sleep. One of his arms kept a firm hold around her waist, while his other had been shoved under the pillow beneath his head to give him extra support. For a second, Lucia took the minute she had to enjoy the sight of him like this. Unbothered, and quiet. His mind filled with dreams instead of everything else she suspected he was always needing to worry about.

Did life ever really let this man enjoy that he was alive?

She didn’t think so.

She couldn’t help but trace Renzo’s lax lips with her fingertips before memorizing the shape of his cheekbones by touch, too. It was only the slow curve of his lips that told her he wasn’t sleeping at all.

“Morning,” he said, cracking his dark eyes open. He looked directly at her, making her breath catch. “You’re a nice sight to wake up to. Especially when you’re on top of me, you know. In case you can’t feel it, I definitely like it.”

Oh, she could certainly feel just how much he liked having her right where she was. The man just woke up hard, and she happened to be in the perfect position to feel his length pressing against her aching pussy. She was probably wet, too. It didn’t matter that she had gotten to enjoy him the night before—she just wanted more.

That’s what Renzo did to her.

Lucia might have been a little embarrassed over that fact on another day, but today was not it. She wasn’t going to be ashamed of the fact she wanted Renzo—wanted to fuck him … just wanted him.

“What was that noise?” he asked.

Lucia pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “What, the banging?”

“Mmm, yeah. The banging.” His hands slid under the thin blanket to grab tight to her ass. His fingertips dug in, surely leaving behind pink marks that she would love to stare at each time she undressed in front of a mirror. “Shit, I want to tell you to keep doing that, but someone is gonna get up really soon, and we shouldn’t be—”

Renzo’s words cut off when that banging in question picked up again. Only this time, it was accompanied by a female’s voice shouting along with it. It took Lucia a second to realize who it was practically trying to put their fist through the apartment door. It was the sheet of dark anger that slid over Renzo’s features that only confirmed it for her, really.

“Open the fucking door, Renzo! You can’t keep me from seeing Diego!”

“Jesus Christ,” Renzo snarled under his breath. Lucia was quick to climb off of him, and search for her discarded clothes from the night before as he pulled on a pair of jeans, but didn’t bother with anything else. She didn’t even have time to admire the sight of him shirtless before he headed for the apartment door. “Right, she’s back for Diego. Fucking bitch.”

“Ren,” Lucia hissed, her gaze darting to the hallway where she was sure if Diego wasn’t awake, he soon would be because of the noise. “Don’t say that about her where he can hear. I know it’s true—she’s terrible. But he loves her, doesn’t he? Don’t let him hear you say awful things about her; it’ll hurt him.”

He met her gaze over his shoulder, and nodded quickly. She made fast work of pulling on the rest of her clothes, and he waited until she was fully dressed before yanking open the door. Not that it mattered, really. She figured she probably still looked like she had spent the night wrapped up in a man given the state of her hair when she tried to run her fingers through the waves to smooth out the strands.

And her makeup?

Probably ruined, too.

Lucia still couldn’t find it in herself to regret it.

How could she?

“What, are you bringing whores into your apartment now, Renzo?”