It makes sense. He finishes eating while I reply to texts from my rabid best friend asking a million questions about Luca and what I’m doing. I didn’t tell her his porn name because God knows there would be a million other questions that followed if she knew. Standing from my seat, I walk across the stone patio to the edge where there is a rail that overlooks the private beach. When I turn around to face the house it’s almost equally as beautiful as the water.
It’s wealth unlike anything I knew existed. I surely never expected to see it in my lifetime. “I guess I could get used to this,” I mutter when he stands next to me. He sets a hand on my waist. My plain black dress is the cheapest thing that’s ever been inside these walls. Luca doesn’t seem to notice or care, though.
“It’s just stuff,” he replies, and his tone implies he means it. He’s not just saying things to be polite. “Let’s go inside.”
My phone chimes over and over in my small purse as I hook it over my shoulder and follow him through a maze of tropical flowers and sculptures and into the house. There’s a long corridor once we’re upstairs and I see a room filled with filming equipment. Luca sees me notice and turns to enter. “A work room,” he says, walking in and holding a hand out to gesture to the setup.
There’s lighting equipment and flash boxes, a camera on a high tripod that is covered by canvas. Against the far wall, there are sheets and bedspreads peeking out of boxes. It’s the typical porn room styled except it’s more elegant. I don’t see how anything in this house could be anything else. Elegant, gauzy fabric drapes down from the four-poster bed. Goosebumps crawl across my skin. The sights this room has seen. Luca steps into the room in front of me, lacing his hands behind his head. “Rear Access to Paradisewas filmed in this room,” he says matter of fact.
I cringe. “Okay, probably won’t be running to watch that,” I deadpan. “This is weird. I’m sorry, it’s cool because you’ve made it a legitimate business or empire or so it seems, but I’m not a porn star and rear access is something I’ve never given anyone before.”
He spins and stalks toward me. “That’s not weird, it’s actually kind of adorable.” Luca quirks a brow. “And the ultimate turn-on.”
The air changes as he takes my face, his large hands encapsulating nearly my whole head. My eyes flutter closed for a second or two. He hasn’t yet touched me quite like this. The doctor was right; he was waiting for the tests to come back. I guess that means he has willpower. That’s rare for a man these days, right? Shay always complains that her boyfriend doesn’t have any kind of control over his dick and emotions. She explained it as one of men’s greatest flaws.
Tilting my chin up, I close the space between our lips. I realize why women put up lies and lack of willpower. To taste this for even a night, is worth it. Luca leads the kiss, his hands tangle in my hair, and his tongue cuts against mine gently. I keep my eyes closed because I’m scared he’s going to change his mind. Can he feel the inexperience by moving his lips against mine? There’s an energy buzzing in the room, with his body pressing against mine, his cock pressing against my stomach, the taste of his groan in my throat. The smell of citrus and a spicy, earthy scent catches me, and Luca is now full-on intoxicating most of my senses.
When he catches my bottom lip between his teeth, I gasp opening my eyes. He breaks the kiss by leaning away, gaze watching me intently. “I’ve missed that more than anything else.”
My chest is rising and falling as I try to catch my breath and I realize Luca is doing the same thing. “Kissing?”
“I use my tongue on every body part on the female body. Except the mouth. No kissing in my movies. That’s reserved for downtime.” He winks and fully recovered he pulls me by my arm out the door and to an elevator.
I watch his face in the mirrored wall as we ride to the rooftop garden. His dimples are on full display. He takes my hand. He squeezes it. Like we have a secret we’re keeping between us. When the door slides open, I’m reminded again who I am and who he is.
There are draping lights, a bean-shaped pool, a hot tub, and another winding, meticulously cared for garden. There are deep white sofas arranged in different areas, some in cabanas and others under billowing canopies. “This place would make for epic parties.”
Luca chuckles. I was busy looking around, I didn’t realize he’d dropped trou and is standing behind me naked—waiting. “Party for two, Elizabeth. That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
Chapter Five
The expectation
STEPPING BACKWARD, Iwobble on my high heel. Luca reaches out and catches me by the elbow. Sure, he’s trying to steady me, but he’s doing it naked so it causes me to stumble even more. His figure is statuesque and picture-perfect. I bet they don’t even need to hit him with an airbrush. “Have I shocked you?” Luca growls. “That was not my intent.”
“Listen, you’re shocking without trying.” I catch my breath and try to calm my nerves. “This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done. Wow. I’m having a moment. I’m sorry.” Hand to my chest, I turn away from Luca and walk over to one of the couches and sit down. He saunters over, dick gleaming in the moonlight like a magic scepter.
“Why is it crazy?”
I blow out an exaggerated breath.Where to begin?“I think you realize there are a million reasons why this is crazy for me, but I think the main one is I have no idea what to expect.”
He throws himself gracefully down next to me. I’m mesmerized by how his muscles move. Also, the giant swinging cock is a blatant and beautiful distraction. He runs a hand on my leg, up under my dress, barely touching my panties, and back down again. “This is one of those times where there isn’t a script. No plans. No boxes to check. You’re already here.”
If I didn’t micromanage every facet of my life and relationships before this, maybe I could have kept a boyfriend… and a job. Flying by the seat of my pants has worked out for me this far. I have a beautiful, STD-free man looking at me like I’m dessert.Live in the moment, Lizzy.A moment is defined by ninety seconds. Sometimes that’s how long it takes for an entire life to change. Ninety seconds for destruction, or a solitary moment to volley my life into an awesome, new direction. Luca is watching me intently. He reaches over and touches my hair, keeping his gaze on mine.
“This is the part where I kiss you,” I whisper, swallowing. “And tell you, I’m not scared. That I can put who you are on the back burner to live in the moment.”
His brown eyes turn to slits. “Who I am makes no difference. You are a beautiful woman and I’m the man who wants to claim you.”
I don’t really have to talk myself into this. I knew full well what I was flying to Bora Bora for. Who he is really doesn’t matter right now. A prince? A gigolo? A world-renowned porn star. Fine.Brain switch off activated.Leaning toward him, I slam my eyes shut and press my mouth against his. Luca responds immediately, meeting my kiss with aggression and a hurried passion. Swinging one leg over his hips, I straddle him. A tiny groan falls from his open mouth and wetness floods me. He loves kissing, and it’s intoxicating how much energy he’s aiming directly at me. My whole body feels electrified. Chill bumps trail my legs where he’s yanking up the hem of my dress without missing a beat in our kiss. It’s a damn talent, that’s for sure. I’ll be naked in record speed and not even realize it.
This dress didn’t require a bra so once he tosses it on the other section of the L sofa I’m only wearing a red, lacy thong that has a bow in the back. It’s the raunchiest piece of lingerie I own. Luca’s eyes twinkle when he sees the small scrap of wet fabric covering my pussy. “Ah the predicament of tearing these off so I can fuck your tight body,” he says, pulling the thong to let my bare skin touch the tip of his cock. “Or to slide in right now like this.”
In a moment of absolute wild abandon, I stand up, slide the panties off, and kick off my heels. Only thinking with my body is easy right now. Especially with him looking at me like I’m the only woman on the planet. Subconsciously there’s a nagging thought he might be comparing me to all of the women that have come before me, but I push that away. Luca folds his arms behind his head, tilting his head to the side. “You really are fucking perfect.”
I swallow hard, doing my best not to argue with his compliment. “Thank you.” Those words taste like razor blades. A truth next, “You are damn perfect yourself.”
“Tell me how you like it,” he commands. “Specifics. I want to please you one hundred percent, one hundred percent of the time.”
