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His answering grin threatened to split his face in half. Any lingering angst vanished to the point I couldn’t remember what I’d been anxious about. There was no drama with Hannah. She was the past.

Luca was the only one I could see now. The only one I wanted.

“You have me, you lucky bastard.”

My smile grew and morphed into laughter. The sweet sound soothed away the dull ache of rehashing melancholy shit that couldn’t be undone. “Lucky, eh?”

“Oh, yeah. And you’re about to get a hell of a lot luckier.”

7

Luca

We didn’t speak on the way to Cal’s place. Or maybe we did and I blocked it out. I was buzzing everywhere…inside and out. My hands trembled and my pulse raced. I felt like a live wire that had just been tripped.

Call it anticipatory-sex jitters. We both knew we’d be naked within fifteen seconds of closing his door, so that might be accurate. But this was more than scratching our usual itch. This felt significant. This was more than want or need or a journey of discovery. I could feel it in my bones.

And my dick. Yeah, don’t worry…I didn’t waste time getting in touch with my feelings. I was far too busy meeting the sexual onslaught coming my way.

Cal was all over me, backing me against the wall of his apartment, squeezing my ass, then my dick. He tongue-fucked me until we were both gasping for air. He bit my bottom lip before inching away, his nostrils flaring as he stroked me from base to tip. Without a word, he slid to his knees and swallowed me whole.

For a man who was new at the art of cock-sucking, Cal was damn good at it. He didn’t try any crazy maneuvers. His technique was base and carnal. He licked and sucked greedily…as if I might be his last meal. He was messy in his enthusiasm, and that turned me on more than I ever would have thought possible. It was another sign that I wasn’t alone in this. Cal wanted me as much as I wanted him.

And I wanted him bad.

I tugged his hair and yanked him to his feet, fastening my mouth over his and devouring him. We made out as we stumbled to his room, falling sideways onto his bed. We were like human pretzels with tangled limbs and tongues. We writhed hungrily, using precum as natural lube as we humped and grinded.

I was close to blowing my load.Ugh. I did not want to be the first to come. I pushed his chest and rolled sideways to grab the lube and a condom from his nightstand drawer. Cal snatched the condom away and tore it open. I wrapped my fingers around his girth like I was his personal fluffer on a porn set…which in a way, I was.

But instead of rolling the latex on himself, he rolled it down my shaft, his gaze locked on mine.

“I want you inside me,” Cal rasped. “Please.”

Holy shit.

I kissed his nose and rested my forehead to his. “You sure?”

“Very sure.”

It took some time to prepare him. I used every trick in the book. I loved bottoming for Cal, but I preferred to top, and doing this for him felt extra special somehow. I wanted to be sure he’d never regret it. Never regret me.

I moved slowly, but with purpose, stretching him open thoroughly with a single digit before adding another. I kissed and stroked him all the while. I wanted him so ready he begged for it.

And when he finally did, I eased between his thighs and pushed my way inside my lover.

We both moaned into the sweet connection, staring into each other’s eyes. I didn’t move until I trusted myself to go slow. It wasn’t easy. I kissed him while I rocked back and forth, humming my approval when he wrapped his legs around me, digging his heels in, grunting for more…faster, harder. I delivered.

I snapped my hips and tweaked his nipples while he jacked himself. And because I was me, I couldn’t shut up. I praised his sweet, tight hole, his gorgeous dick, his pretty mouth. He blushed at the nasty onslaught, and I fucking loved it.

I loved him.

Whoa!

What the fuck?

The crazy part wasn’t the sentiment itself, but the certainty of it. I loved him. He grounded me, made me feel whole and powerful. He made me…feel.

And I loved him.