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I come out from the bathroom and walk to the closet housing the washer and dryer. I bend slightly and toss my clothes in. When I stand and turn around, Luca’s glance is slowly lifting from where my ass had just been.
Okay, girl, here goes nothing.
CHAPTER FOUR (#u31c0675d-68bc-5785-a308-cea543a6996d)
Luca
MY EYES LIFT from her ass, and when I catch a small smile on her lips—clearly I’m busted—I tear my gaze away. What is going on with her? One second she’s acting like she doesn’t know me, and the next she’s aiming her sexy ass my way. I’m pretty damn sure she’s aware of what she’s doing and is trying to get a rise out of me.
Well done, Brianna. It worked.
I turn from her and pretend to do something in the kitchen sink as I adjust my cock. Her bare feet graze the wooden floor as she walks around the chalet and it’s all I can do to keep my shit together. A whooshing sound reaches my ears and I turn to find her flicking on the propane fire.
“Still not warm?” I ask, even though the sun’s been beating in through the windows of the chalet all day and it’s a million degrees. She holds her hands out in front of the fire to absorb the heat.
“Not yet,” she says.
“Maybe you should jump in the shower,” I say as beads of perspiration dot my bare chest.
“You think a warm shower will help?”
“For you, yes. Personally I need a cold one,” I say, and when she wipes her tongue over her bottom lip, I groan. “It’s so hot in here,” I explain, not wanting her to think I need a cold shower to cool down my dick, which just happens to be the truth.
“Well, you weren’t swimming in an ice-cold lake,” she says and pokes the air with the tip of her finger.
I shrug. “You’re right, I wasn’t.”
“Go ahead and take a cold shower if you want.” She turns back to the fire. “My clothes will probably be ready by the time you get out.”
“No, I’m good, but I’m going to change into shorts.” I grab the pair I’d offered her and make my way to the bathroom. As I pass Brianna, she’s adjusting the thermostat, turning it up higher.
“Keep that up and I’m going to end up in my birthday suit.” I say without thinking and close the bathroom door. What the hell? Get your mind off nakedness. Her soft chuckle reaches my ears and I wonder if she’s really that cold, or if she’s just jacking up the heat to get me out of my clothes. Shit, all she has to do is ask.
Wait, no. I am not going to have sex with Brianna. No way. No how. Not even if she asks.
Okay, maybe if she asks.
Cazzo!
I kick off my pants, and as I glance at my swollen dick, I take it into my hands and consider rubbing one out. In my current state it wouldn’t take long, and Brianna would be none the wiser. I pull from the base to the crown. Heck, I should probably ease the tension before something ruptures.
“Maybe the hot tub will help,” she calls out. The click of the patio door opening reaches my ears, and I close my eyes and try not to visualize her in that hot tub naked.
Again with the nakedness.
“Good idea,” I say. Fuck, is that my voice? I open the bathroom door and walk to the patio just in time to see her peel my shirt from her shoulders and climb into the water. Naked.
My God, she has a beautiful body. Her curves are less pronounced than they were years ago, but she was as breathtaking then as she is now. She settles into the tub, leans her head back and stares up at the night sky.
Not wanting to startle her, I speak quietly, avert my eyes even though she’s covered now by the water frothing from the jets. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Do you have any wine?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” I hurry to the kitchen, and my hands are a bit shaky as I pour her a glass of wine and grab a beer from the fridge. I pop the cap and down half of the liquid in one swallow. With my cock jumping in my shorts, I step outside and the heat of the night falls over me.
“Join me,” she says as I hand her the glass.
I wipe moisture from my brow. “I’m too hot as it is.”
She presses the glass to her parted lips and takes a drink. A drop settles on her bottom lip, and it takes every ounce of strength I possess not to lean in and lick it away.
I clear my throat and her gaze settles on me. “So, your grandfather is after you to get married,” I say for lack of anything else.
“Yes.”
“And you don’t want to.”
“No.” I settle into one of the Adirondack chairs, and her eyes narrow in on me. “What?”
I shrug. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
She lifts her chin slightly. “You don’t know me well enough to make that call. In fact you don’t know me at all.”
I take a pull from the bottle. “I know a few things.”
“Oh?” she says, an almost worried look crossing her face.
“I know you went to Oxford, and that you’re a lawyer. I know you’re Tate’s cousin, and that you two were close growing up. I know you make a mean apple pie.”
“I guess I know a few things about you, too,” she says, almost under her breath.
I lean toward her. “Such as.”
She waves her hand and water splashes over me. “You’re a corporate lawyer and work for my cousin.”
I settle back in my chair. “So, really, you know nothing about me,” I say, a bit relieved. The less anyone knows, the better.
“Well, I also know you like to sneak up on girls when they’re swimming naked.”
I laugh at that, and she laughs with me. “You said you were going back to your room. How was I to know you’d be in my spot?”
“Your spot, huh?” she says.
“Yep. Let’s just say next time you use it, be warned that I might not be such a gentleman.”
Stop fucking flirting, man.
She sits up a little straighter in the tub and I want to punch myself in the face for engaging in sexy banter with her. I need to end this now and get her out of my chalet before I do something I can only regret later.
I open my mouth to tell her it’s time to go but stop when she says, “Maybe I don’t want you to be such a gentleman.”
Perspiration breaks out on my body as her nipples pop above the water line. “Brianna...” I begin, but as my cock thickens, my brain cells stop functioning.
“I think I’m warm now,” she says, and lifts a little more, water splashing around her bare body. Unable to help myself, my gaze drops to her beautiful breasts, and a groan I have no control over crawls out of my throat.
“If you’re warm, then why are your nipples so hard?”
Holy fuck, what the hell are you doing?
My blatantly sexual question takes her by surprise, but she recovers quickly. “The night air. I should probably get inside to warm up by the fire.”
Walk away, Luca. Walk away.
I stand, about to do just that, but my cock has other ideas. Before I can stop myself, I slide into the tub with her, shorts still on. A gasp catches in her throat as I go to my knees in front of her and my gaze latches on to hers.
“Or I could use my mouth to warm you,” I suggest, and when her chest rises and falls, everything in her eyes and her body saying yes, I lean into her and close my lips around her hard nipple.
At first she stiffens beneath my touch, and I wonder if I’ve made a colossal mistake. Have I read this situation wrong? Has she not been coming on to me? I’m about to pull back, but then my name is spilling from her lips, and her hands are circling my head, gripping my hair and holding me to her.
Hell yes.
I swirl my tongue over her turgid bud and draw her deeper into my mouth, sucking and tasting until she’s murmuring something incoherent. A small part of my brain warns me not to start this, but at the moment, the throbbing head between my legs is the one calling the shots. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, it would take this entire village to pull me off her.
Warm water heats my already hot body, and I lift her a bit higher, wanting to see all of her. The night air is warm, so I’m not worried about her getting cold, plus it’s easy to tell she’s burning up. I break the kiss and inch back, take in her glossy, lust-filled eyes.
“Where else are you cold?” I ask as I press my lips to hers. Her mouth parts, welcoming me in, and the second my tongue enters her sweet mouth, need grips my balls.
She moans into my mouth and kisses me back, and I take everything she’s willing to give. I move my mouth to her neck. “You cold here?”
“Yes, very,” she murmurs and leans her head back to give me better access. I lick the long column of her neck and then burrow my face into the soft hollow there. Her hips move restlessly beneath the water, telling me what she wants, and I grip them, hold her still. “Don’t worry,” I whisper. “I’ll warm all your cold spots.”
I slide my hand down her hips, grip her thighs and widen them. She whimpers, and her hands go to my shoulders. Her fingers are warm and soft against my skin and I can’t wait to feel them on my dick.
Breathing heavily, I nuzzle her ear and run my fingers up her inner thighs. I touch her clit, circle it, slowly, methodically.
“Yes,” she says on a breathless whisper.
“Cold here, Brianna?” I ask, everything in me dying to get between her legs.
“Freezing,” she says, and unable to wait a second longer, I stand and pull her up with me. Her eyes go wide, and I put my hand back between her legs. “You need my mouth here,” I say, a statement not a question, but she answers with a nod.
“Then we need to get you inside, and get you spread wide open so I can warm you up properly.” I scoop her up, carry her into the stifling heat and set her on the bed, which is facing the fire. “Legs open,” I command in a soft voice.
“Bossy,” she says, and it’s clear to me she’s used to giving orders in the bedroom, not taking them.
“Do it.” Her nipples quiver as she spreads for me, and I meet her glance as I pet her sex lightly. “So cold. It might take hours for me to warm you up.”
“My cousin never said you were bossy, but I do remember hearing something about you being meticulous and working long and hard into the night to get a job done.”
I grin at that, and ever so slowly inch a finger into her. She’s so fucking tight and wet, I nearly explode in my shorts. I finger her for a second and she grows even wetter. “Is this helping?”
“A little...” she murmurs, as her body tightens around my finger. My God, she’s so close, I can’t believe it. I pull my finger out, wanting to prolong her pleasure, and tear my shorts from my body. She goes up on her elbows to see my dick, and her eyes widen when I take my cock into my hands.
“Smart, meticulous and totally equipped to stay up all night to finish the job. I might have just won the man lottery,” she says, and smiles up at me. I smile back, pleased that she likes what she sees.
I climb onto the bed and find her mouth again. As I kiss her, I ease her back until she’s beneath me. She reaches out, captures my dick in her hand and gives me a little squeeze. I brush my thumb over her nipple and make a tsking sound.
“Hard again.” I fall over her, press her into the mattress and find her nipple. I take a long, hard suck until she’s scratching at my back, dragging skin with nails. Damn, that feels good.
“Heating up, Brianna?” I ask around a mouthful of pink sweetness.
“So hot,” she murmurs and lifts her hips, moving her pussy against my stomach and leaving me soaking wet. I shimmy lower and press openmouthed kisses to her stomach and belly button, and when I reach her hot little sex, I blow on it.
She quivers and I press my mouth to her clit, suck it in until she’s jerking beneath me. She swells even more beneath my ministrations, and I slip one finger into her tight core.
“Luca,” she cries out, and bucks against my mouth, a shameless display of need that turns me on even more.
“That’s it,” I say, lifting my mouth from her sex.
“No, please. I’m still—”
Her words fall off when I roll onto my back and drag her until her pussy is positioned right where I want it. “Work your pussy over my mouth. Get it nice and warm for my cock,” I say and flick my tongue out to taste the sweetness dripping from her center.
“Oh God.” She presses down on me and moves her hips, writhing and rotating and soaking my face unabashedly. She’s no sedentary passenger along for the ride between the sheets, and I love that about her. For a buttoned-up girl outside the bedroom, inside, Brianna is a girl who knows what she wants and takes what she needs.
I fuck her with my tongue, and she rubs her clit all over me until her breathing changes. I dip a finger into her core, brush it back and forth over the hot bundle of nerves as I eat at her with all the need unraveling inside me—far too many years in the making.
“Luca,” she cries out as her body breaks, her hot release splashing out of her and dripping down my chin. I drink her in, lap at her, not wanting to miss a drop. She tries to move, but I slide one hand around her and grip her ass. No way is she going anywhere until I’ve had my fill. Then again now that I’ve tasted her, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to sate my appetite.
She’s panting and her nails are tugging at the sheet as I take my time, despite the fact that my dick is so hard I’m in agony. I finally clean her and slide out from beneath her body. She rolls over onto her back, and I have to say, that sexy, well-fucked-woman look she’s wearing totally suits her.
My gaze falls to her hard nipples, and she cups her breasts, squeezes them together. “They need my mouth again?” I ask. She shakes her head, mischief in her eyes, and my gaze roams her face. What is she up to?
“They need this,” she says and sits up to grab my throbbing cock. Instantly understanding what she wants, I climb up her body, and she squeezes her beautiful breasts together for me. I do love a woman who doesn’t hold back and makes no qualms about what she wants. I slide my cock between her breasts and thrust forward, into her waiting mouth. Fucking her like this is so goddamn hot, pre-cum spills from my tip, and she laps at it with each upward thrust.
“So good,” I growl as the dual pleasure takes me to the edge fast. I stroke her like this a couple more times, then tear my dick from her perfect tits.
“Time to really warm you up,” I say and grab my pants. I pull a condom from the pocket and rip into it. Brianna goes up on her elbows again to watch me, her gaze latched on to my dick. Gesù, I really like the way she looks at me, like when she finally gets her mouth on my cock, she’s going to worship it.
She crooks her finger, urging me back to her, and I don’t waste any time getting between her legs again. I fall over her, and she wraps her legs around my back, trying to force me inside. But I need to go slowly, or I’m going to blow my load before I even get started.
I give her an inch and her head rolls back. “Yesss,” she hisses, and puts her hands on my shoulders.
“You’re fucking hot,” I say.
“So hot,” she murmurs, her lids falling heavily over dark eyes.
“Maybe you don’t need my cock, then,” I tease, and her eyes open wide. When she catches my grin, she relaxes. “So, you do need it?” I ask, wanting, for some strange reason, to hear her say it.
