Page 42 of Worship

He looks at me with that broody beautiful face of his.

“It’s complicated, Angel. But it has nothing to do with us. Can’t you just give me that?”

“No.”

We sit in a staring standoff. He’s pissed, frustrated that I won’t give, but I’m not budging.

“I just need some time, Gretchen. Give me time.” Luca’s voice is so sincere, it makes me hope for things I shouldn’t.

“Okay. But we can’t do this…be in the same room, alone. We can’t hang out, right now, because it won’t end well. I’ve already done some things I’m not proud of with you. And even with that knowledge, all I’ve been able to think about since you walked in is how your lips felt on mine.”

The last part slips out before I can stop it, and Luca’s gaze focuses in on my lips.

His voice is sexy and filled with all his dirty intentions, but his words are the opposite.

“Deal. No alone time. I’ll be a Boy Scout. You can trust me.”Such a liar.

Nothing exists when he gets this way. I can’t see outside of being his target, his prey. God, I want him to kiss me, everywhere. My intercom buzzes and I jump in my seat at my assistant telling me my twenty is up.Saved by the fucking bell!

I narrow my eyes at him, mad that I almost fell in again.

“Liar. Now clean up your mess and get out of my office. I’m very busy and incredibly important. I don’t have time for you.”

I stand to walk away, but a deep growl and two large hands grip my waist, jerking me back onto his lap and causing me to let out a squeal.

My hair flies across my face, and he brushes it away, his eyes serious and sexy as hell.

“Kiss me goodbye.”

“No.”Fuck I want to, bad.

Luca ignores my answer and pulls me closer to his body.

“Kiss me and make sure you mean it. It’s the last one I get before I leave you alone.”

I won’t say no, not after yesterday, but how many yeses before I lose myself completely?

“Last kiss,” I mouth.

The side of his eyes crinkle from his smile. Sexy Luca is hard to ignore, but this Luca, the one asking for the kind of kiss that’s filled with my heart, is the one I crave. So much so that I’m willing to make very poor choices.

I lift my chin to meet his lips, parting slowly as we kiss softly. I wrap my arms around his neck as his fingers dig into my back, our kiss deepening, picking up pace. Our tongues dance together, making my body heat up. I hope he’s going to honor walking away because I don’t want this moment to end.

The intercom buzzes again.

“Miss Andrews, your one o’clock is here.”

Luca pulls away yelling, “Go the fuck away!”, immediately returning to the kiss, and I laugh into his mouth.

My senses returning, I pull away, wishing it could last forever.

“You need to go before I really cement myself as a homewrecker.”

“I’ll call you later unless you want to fuck me later?”

I smack his arm, and he winks.

“I’m serious about the call, Angel. You don’t get to take yourself away from me. If I can’t see you, then we’ll talk.”