Page 21 of Tempting Me (The Asher Family #3)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SHAY

After seeing Luca yesterday afternoon at The Marina, I’d gone to girls’ night with the intention of telling them enough to get advice without sharing every detail.

Especially since Ruby was there. Grace was gone, but it was like the girls knew this was going to happen all along, and we got carried away talking about Luca.

By the time Sadie drove me to The Marina, I was determined not to let this get too far.

But then there he was, standing in the doorway of the place I love most in the world, looking as if he belonged there.

I knew at that moment that was a view I wanted to see day after day.

I let out a groan, because holy moly, complicated doesn't even begin to describe my life right now, and then I roll over, only to be stopped short when my sheets won’t roll with me.

Slowly, I look over my shoulder to find a shirtless Luca sleeping next to me.

The entire night comes back to me. The way he kissed me in the dining room.

The way he walked me home. The way he laid me out on my couch, the way his hands felt as they brushed every inch of my body, me asking him to stay with the full intention of having sex with him—and me falling asleep within minutes of him wrapping his arm over my stomach.

It’s been a long time since I fell asleep that quickly.

Slowly, I peel the covers away from my face and look at him.

His breathing is slow as he lays on his back, one hand resting over his head while the other is resting on his stomach.

Jesus. He’s in shape. When does he even find the time?

Rock-solid abs stare back at me, and I love that there is a small bit of chest hair on his pecs. My eyes wander lower to the waistband of his boxers. I don’t need to see them to know that’s what he’s wearing. The brand name around the waist is hint enough.

He looks so cute when he sleeps.

Innocent.

Ugh.

Crushing on Luca isn’t good for me.

I slink out of bed and instantly notice my pajamas.

Or, well, Luca’s shirt.

I tiptoe to the bathroom and close the door.

Looking in the mirror, my gaze drifts to the clothes, and without thinking twice, I pick at the shirt collar, pulling it over my nose to inhale.

It smells just like him.

What am I going to do? How do we go about this? Does he want to go about this?

I grab my toothbrush, brush my teeth, and then turn on the shower. When the water is hot enough to burn my skin, I step in and take the fastest shower of my life.

Still, after I dry off and step out in just a towel, my eyes flash to my empty bed.

Oh.

Well.

I guess that answers that.

I stressed over a conversation that isn’t even going to happen.

I tighten my towel and then head for the kitchen.

The moment I turn the corner, I find Luca rummaging through the refrigerator. He pulls out the milk, eggs, and cheese. He closes the door, spots me, and smiles.

He’s cute and shy as he sets everything on the counter and scratches his bare chest. Then, his eyes take in a painfully slow head-to-toe view of me.

Our eyes lock. He winks.

“I thought I could make you breakfast.”

Oh my god.

I’m starting to think this man is too good to be true.

And why is he both so freaking cute and sexy at the same time?

It’s annoying.

He’s annoying.

And it’s annoying how much I like him.

“What did you have in mind?” I ask and pull up a seat at the kitchen table. My house is small and doesn’t have a kitchen island. It’s just one big open room that lets me admire my personal chef of the day as he makes himself right at home .

It’s one morning and I already know I could get used to this.

“A scramble of sorts.”

“Of sorts,” I repeat. “Do you want help?”

“No. I can cook.”

“Another hidden talent.”

“I’m not phenomenal or anything, but it won’t make you sick, so it counts.”

“Edible food is always nice.”

“Are you going to have a remark for everything I say?”

“Of course. It's our thing.”

He pauses to look over his shoulder. His eyes slowly roam my body. His perusal lingers on where my towel hits my thighs and every inch of his focus makes me squirm with need.

He moves toward.

“We have a thing?”

“We’ve always had a thing.”

“What else do we have?” he asks, stopping right in front of me and crouching to meet me at eye level.

“We …” My sentence drifts when he puts a hand on each of my knees and gently spreads my legs. My brain instantly races as I remember that I’m wearing nothing but a towel.

“We what?”

His hand snakes up my inner thigh.

I let out a breath and shake my head. “You know I can’t think when you touch me.”

“Fair. How about I go first?”

His finger inches closer to my core, brushing against me.

“I have a thing for the way you look in just my shirt, but right now, I’m pretty sure the way you look in nothing but a towel will be my favorite.”

He slowly untucks my towel and starts to open it.

My eyes close as I inhale.

“I have a thing for the way you have to focus on each breath you take when I touch you.”

He lowers his head and blows on me, right between the legs. My entire body jerks.

I reach up to thread my hands through his hair.

“I have a thing for when you moan. It’s like a beacon to my cock. It tells me to kiss or lick every inch of your body until the moment you let me sink deep, deep inside you.”

My next breath is like a stutter.

“And my newest thing is what I’m having for breakfast.”

There is no time to think over what he’s said. My legs open wider and he fills them, his tongue licking up my core to the clit.

He flicks it.

“Oh, Luca.”

He pulls back only for a breath and then presses his entire face to where I want him most. He’s kissing me and licking me, his tongue inside of me and commanding every cell of my body.

What would normally take longer sends me screaming his name in seconds.

“Luca!”

He doesn't slow. He doesn't even flinch at my cries. No, he moves faster, and just as my orgasm hits, he slides two fingers inside of me, curling them and circling my clit with his tongue as I black out .

When I come down from my high, he’s watching me with fascination.

“I’ve never seen something so beautiful as you when you’re falling apart from my mouth, Shay.”

He kisses me hard. It’s rough and passionate.

Then his arms swoop down to pick me up, wrapping my legs around his hips and walking us right back to my room.

He lowers me to the bed slowly.

“Let’s see if I can do it again.”

He doesn’t say it in a cocky tone. He says it with determination. As if this is how it’s supposed to be.

And maybe it is.

I just didn’t know it until Luca.

I scoot to the middle of the bed, and Luca crawls over me the entire way, never letting his body leave mine.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen a man do.

When I stop, his lips are on mine as if he just can’t hold himself back any longer.

Everything about this feels right.

His touch makes me feel lighter.

His kisses make me feel desirable.

I can’t get over how calm being with Luca makes me.

It’s mind-blowing, considering how much we bicker.

But even then, I love it.

“God, Shay, I can’t get enough of you.”

He kisses down my neck. I assume he’s going to go for my bare chest next, but he doesn't. Instead he kisses down one arm, causing me to break out into laughter at how much it tickles.

He looks up at me with hungry eyes.

Then he moves to the other arm .

I giggle again.

“I fucking love that noise.”

I roll my eyes.

His gaze instantly darkens as he grabs my chin to make me look at him.

It makes my heart race and the spot between my legs ache.

Sweet yet rough in bed.

I’ll take it.

“Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll have to punish you.”

I smirk and then lift my hips.

“Punish me how?”

His eyes glow, and he blows out a breath.

“Maybe I want to be punished.”

He lets out a growl.

So I push him further. “What happened to whatever you want, baby it's yours ?”

“What do you want, Shay?”

“I want you. Right now.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

He plants each hand on either side of my face to hold himself as he slides his body higher. His hips brush mine, causing me to open my legs wider. With his knees between mine, he runs his hands down my inner thighs, pushing them open even more.

In a moment where I think I should be vulnerable for being so on display for him, I’m anything but. Hell, it’s early morning, the sun is shining bright into the room, and I’m just here for his viewing. I couldn’t hide even if I wanted to.

“Look,” Luca says, commanding my attention.

I follow his gaze to where our bodies touch. He’s pulled himself from his briefs, his hand slowly stroking the biggest cock I've ever seen.

Because of course it is.

Huge.

I knew it.

“You did this, Shay. You made this hard.”

“Good,” I snap back without a second thought.

His head falls back with a deep chuckle. Then he looks me in the eye.

“Let’s see how well you take it.”

I bite my lip as he leans over to grab his jeans from yesterday and pulls a condom out. He slips it over himself, and I let out a moan as I watch.

Then he slides the tip in, and I suck in breath.

“Breathe, Shay.”

I do as I’m told as he slides in farther.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

As if he thinks I can’t handle this. I don’t think so.

I lift a leg, hooking it to his lower back, and then I push, making him sink all the way inside of me.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he says, resting his head on mine as we both suck in a breath.

I kiss him as my response to how amazing it makes me feel.

My hands thread into his hair, and I grip tight.

He pulls out slowly and then slides back in just as slow.

Once. Twice. Three times he does this before he speeds up.

I can feel my orgasm coming quickly, and it’s so sudden that I don't have time to warn him.

“I’m coming,” I cry out .

He pushes up, his gaze dropping to where he’s disappearing between my legs. Faster and faster he thrusts, encouraging my orgasm to keep going.