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Chapter eighty-one

Luca

T he moment I pull into a parking space in front of Samara’s condo, my body floods with adrenaline.

I’ve been thinking about dead puppies, and every old, decrepit political candidate I could think of on this drive just to keep from blowing my load in my pants from the thought of being inside her.

I practically throw my body off my bike, unbuckling the strap of her helmet and tossing it back under the seat before taking mine off and hauling her over my shoulder.

“Luca, what the hell?” she shouts at me.

“Keys, Samara, I need your keys,” I plead.

I hear her rustling around in her purse before she says, “Catch.”

The keys are flying over my face, but I grab them just in time, smacking my free hand over Samara’s ass and fumbling with the door to yank it open.

I kick the door shut and toss her keys on the gold mirrored entryway table, carrying her into the room I now know is hers after my first and last trip over here.

Swinging her over my shoulder and into the center of the bed, she hits it with a thud, and I can see the annoyance in her eyes.

“Sorry, sweetheart, gotta nut,” I joke.

She rolls her eyes, sitting up to start taking the pins out of her hair.

Jesus Christ, I’m an asshole.

I take a deep, calming breath in through my nose, hold it for a few beats, and push it out through my mouth.

Once I’ve managed to settle the horny beast that’s running rampant inside of me, and apparently, causing me to lose all manners, I take her foot into my palm.

“I’m sorry, Samara. I’ve just been wound so tightly after what feels like the edging of a lifetime that all I could think about was burying myself inside you. That’s no excuse though,” I say, unbuckling the straps of her golden heels. I set the shoe down beside the bed and work my thumb into her heel, then along the arch of her foot, and finally, along her sole.

I repeat that process with the other foot, watching contentedly as her expression softens and her body starts to melt into her bed.

Her ankles are swollen, and the straps look like they were digging into her, so I glide my hands up to them, massaging where the straps were.

When I’m done, I move to sit behind her and start to gently work the pins out of her curls.

Once I’m convinced they’re all out, all two hundred of them , I press a soft kiss along the side of her neck and blow gently on her skin. “Would a scalp massage feel good?” I ask.

“Mhmm,” she replies, leaning farther into my touch as I scoot up the bed to allow her to lie back with her head in my lap.

We stay like this, with my fingers massaging her roots, doing my best not to cause any frizz.

“Hey, princess,” I whisper, fully expecting her to be asleep with how firmly shut her eyes are.

But she responds, “Yeah?” Her sleepy voice is damn cute, I’ll admit. It makes me fucking sick to think that after tonight, I’ll never hear it again.

“Do you want me to leave?” I ask, making sure I’m not forcing myself into her life or her home any more than I already have.

“No,” she says, shaking her head.

Samara rolls out of my lap, pushing up onto her hands, and stretches her neck from side to side before standing. She looks back at me as her hands slip into the satin of her dress, winding around her back to unzip it. She tugs the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, letting the silky fabric pool around her feet.

My cock is no match for how sexy this woman is.

It springs to life despite my earlier efforts to contain it.

I have to tuck my hands under my ass to keep from prowling across this bed and mauling her like an animal.

Her glowy brown skin is on full display from the back. The round globes of her ass are practically begging me to bite them, but I stay as still as can be, enraptured as she unclasps her bra, letting it fall down her arms and at her feet.

When she turns around, her warm eyes look heated, and my breath catches in my throat. “Fucking hell, Samara.” I groan, shutting my eyes for a moment, but it’s physically painful not to look at her. Especially when she looks like that.

Her dark nipples are pointed directly at me, and those gorgeous breasts need to be in my mouth. Is there a single part of her that isn’t fucking perfect?

The answer is simple. No.

She laughs lightly, crawling onto the bed toward me. “Can’t trust yourself?” she asks, tilting her head to the side in question as her eyes flick to my hands, still planted under my ass.

“Not around you.”

“Good thing you don’t have to restrain yourself with me,” she taunts.

She presses a hand to the center of my chest, dropping her mouth to my ear and sucking on my lobe. “You talk a big game, Luca. Are you ready to play ball?” she asks, and the moment the words leave her mouth, I’m on her.

I have her pinned under me, chest heaving, and those sweet brown nipples are inches from my face. I pluck one into my mouth, sucking on it fervently as she cries out, gripping her fingers in my roots.

Releasing her nipple, I bring my mouth to the edge of hers and whisper, “I’m more than ready, princess. But I don’t play with balls, so I hope you’re ready to get pucked.”

Her head falls back in a fit of laughter, and the sound is glorious.

I nuzzle my face into her neck, littering her skin with kisses. She runs her fingers through my hair, and suddenly, I’m on my back.

Rolling my eyes at her, I grip her hips as she rotates them over my erection. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? Always need to be in control,” I tsk. “Good thing I’m happy to bow down to you, princess.”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, gripping my shoulders for purchase as she continues to glide over me.

I can feel her slick heat through my slacks, and if I don’t get them off me immediately, they’ll tear at the seams.

My fingers trail down her thighs and stop at my belt buckle. I undo it, trying to work my zipper down in between her movements, but she readjusts to sit between my thighs.

Her hand cups my balls through my pants before she finally undoes my zipper, and my cock springs free. Her fingers dig into my hips as she grabs hold of my pants and briefs, working them down my legs until she drops them to the ground at the end of the bed.

She settles between my thighs, wrapping those pretty fingers around my base. The pad of her thumb rubs along the shiny silver metal barbells. I’m holding my breath with every move she makes, and when she finally directs my tip into her hot mouth, my eyes roll to the back of my head.