“Si, hours ago,Fiore,” he pulls me into him, “But that was before…”
I freeze, stilling against him.
He means before our recent interloper.He must know.I bet Matherson told him. She probably took delight in spilling the beans on Matthias and me.
Luca pulls me in closer, snug, until my hips are flush against his and I can feel how much he missed me. Every single red-hot, girthy inch of him.
With my chest pushed tight against his, he peers down at me, eyes half-hooded and gaze hungry.
“I want you,” his warm breath fans over my neck as his wandering fingers clutch at the curves of my hips.
“What? Here?” I squeak, glancing over at the back of the lab to make sure Chelenko isn’t watching us. Sparks continue to shoot out of the wall cavity, just as they start to ignite between us.
I’m not immune to his charm. My body hums with anticipation. It’s reacting despite my mental turmoil.
Luca nods slowly, his eager hands cupping my ass, one large palm for each cheek. His eyes darken as he leans forward. I angle my face up to his, our noses almost touch. I can smell the minty toothpaste on his breath, can practically taste it, and I clench my thighs together in anticipation as he–
The harsh sound of a throat clearing echoes behind us.
“Störe ich gerade?” Müller’s harsh tone resonates through the small module, slipping back into the strong rural accent of his youth, as it often did in the past, when he’s upset. Or annoyed. Right now, I’d say the latter.
His lips purse into a severe line, his narrowed glare honing in on Luca’s hand blatantly palming my arse.
“Was treibst du denn da?” Matthias glares at me.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, the tension already brewing a headache behind my eyes. I push back from Luca, and hurt rises in his eyes, making me pause.
“Speak english, Müll–”
“Matthias.” His glare flicks to Luca, then back to me, “You know I don’t like it when you call me Müller.”
“MatthiasMüller,” I repeat, ignoring the flare of his eyes and clench of his jaw. “Luca Nespoli.”
“Luca Nespoli. Matthias Müller.”
“Jep. We’re acquainted,” his large body tenses tight as he clenches and unclenches his fists by his sides. “Not as well as you, it seems.”
I frown.
Luca smirks at me. All the vulnerability of this morning is gone as he openly, almost defiantly, palms my butt again. Müller’s narrowed eyes dart to Luca’s hand and back up to my face.
“What do you want, Müller?” I snap.
“I know whoheis,” Matthias moves closer, “I want to know who he is toyou.”
I pause.
The hiss of the air recyclers becomes overloud in the silence. Anxiety rears its ugly head, and I default to professional Alex. Work-mode engaged.
“Nespoli is a mission specialist. BioMining.” I turn to him for confirmation.
“BioRock,” he nods enthusiastically, his eyes lighting up. “Microbes can extract minerals directly from the rock for us. Fascinating. The implications are endless…” He trails off, noticing Müller’s displeased expression.
Feeling brave. I clear my throat, “Ourpersonalrelationship is none of your business.” I narrow my eyes at Müller.
“We’re lovers,” Luca states with the confidence only a hot-blooded Italian can muster.
I’m positive my internal groan is audible.
