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I stare at him, wondering if he is hinting at anything. To see if he knows that I know that he knows.

But the curiosity in his gaze fades to indifference when suddenly drops of rain begin to lightly fall from the sky.

“Uh oh,” I say, looking up. I hadn’t even realized it was beginning to cloud over.

“I’m sure it’ll pass,” Luca says. Not even two seconds later, it’s like the clouds split in two and the rain begins to fall harder and harder. “Nevermind,” he says, grabbing my hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

And honestly, rain or not, I am very glad he suggested that.

Chapter 23

Luca

By the timeOlivia and I get back inside the hotel, we are both soaking wet. And as soon as the elevator doors close behind us, I pull her against me and our mouths collide. I am pretty sure the rest of her is well on the way to being wet too.

I press her against the wall and pin her hands up above her head, my tongue searching frantically for contact with hers. I’ve been holding back for a while now. When she was in her bikini, talking and laughing on the beach, her hair blowing in the breeze, and that smile on her face, it took everything in me to restrain myself.

But I’m not holding back anymore. I want her. And the way she’s moaning into my mouth, her body arching into mine, her hands squeezing mine, I know she wants me too. By the time the door opens, which doesn’t take long, her dress is sliding down her shoulders, and I take her by the hand, pulling her to our suite. And when that door closes, the dress is off her body within seconds, and the strings of her bikini are the next to go.

“Luca,” she says, and there is the smallest hint of hesitancy in her voice, so I stop her.

“Don’t say it,” I cut her off, and Olivia just looks up at me.

“Don’t say what?” she asks.

“That we shouldn’t be doing this,” I tell her. Because I am fully aware that, based on all the complex angles of this situation, we probably shouldn’t be doing this. According to other people, that is.

“I wasn’t going to say that,” she tells me, and I’m admittedly surprised. “I also don’t think that. I think we should do whatever we want to do. Which is obviously not talking.”

A rumbling warmth grows inside of me at the forwardness of her words.

“Alright. Tell me what you want,” I say.

Olivia drags her bottom lip through her teeth. “I want you to go down on me again,” she says, and it’s literally all I need to hear before I have her now naked body in my arms. I take her to the couch instead of the bed because I want her sitting up.

“Not the bed?” she asks.

“Not the bed,” I answer as I get on my knees in front of her. Then I lift her legs onto my shoulders. “You want me to eat you out. I want you to watch me eat you out.”

Before Olivia can say or do anything, I cover her pussy with my mouth and she leans back against the couch.

“Oh god,” she lets out as I press my tongue hard and hot against her clit, holding it there for a moment. Her hips begin to shudder, begging for friction, for sucking and licking and all the things I gave her before. Things she has been thinking about and wanting again. I kiss her softly before running my tongue veryslowly up the length of her with enough pressure to catch fire to the nerves, but not enough to send her into a frenzy, and she whimpers.

Her hips jut forward, pressing into my mouth, and I grab her by the ass, pulling her back.

“I decide when you come,” I growl.

“I’m never going to come at this pace,” she says.

So I point my tongue and bury it in her skin, flicking for a moment, just long enough to make her moan. Then I stop, flattening my tongue against her again. I can feel her nerves pulsing in my mouth from my teasing. The ache for more. I wait, but not too long. I don’t want the tension I’ve built under her skin to fade. I just want it to pull back from the orgasm I know she’s desperate for.

Then I flick my tongue over her clit again for another five seconds and stop.

“Fuck,” she whines. “You’re such a tease.”

“I’m not trying to tease you,” I tell her. “I just want you to know who is in charge. You’ll come when I say you’ll come.”

Olivia opens her mouth to argue and I bear down on her pussy again, sucking on her clit and making her groan again. I let her enjoy it for six, maybe seven seconds before tapping the brakes again.