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Eventually, Luca pushes me back and looks into my eyes with a serious expression. “That was hot as fuck.” The corner of his lips twitch. “But… dude fucking 101. Always have lube.”
Luca groans in displeasure as my alarm sounds. I roll over to turn it off, yanking my arm out from under him.
“Why?” he grumbles as he’s jostled by the movement.
I lay back down, turning my head to look at him as he theatrically rubs his eyes.
He furrows his brow at me. “You’re not much of a cuddler.”
“And you are.”
He nods. “The best.” His eyes travel up and down my body. “We’ll work on it.”
I huff out a breath and get out of bed, pulling a pair of sweatpants on.
Luca watches me as he sits up. “Your bed is also not that comfortable.”
I turn to face him with a sigh. “Anything else you want to complain about?”
“Hm.” He looks around the room thoughtfully. “No, I think I covered it all.”
“Oh, good,” I say flatly, and leave the bedroom, heading into the bathroom.
When I come out, Luca is in the kitchen, wearing a pair of my sweatpants and poking at the coffee machine. And I think it’s the first time I’ve seen him wearing something plain black with no color on it.
“How do you work this thing?” he asks, pressing all the buttons.
I bat his hand away, grabbing the coffee and filters. “Put coffee and water in and press brew. Like any other coffee machine.”
“Ah.” He nods and crosses his arms, watching me make it.
Once it’s brewing, I turn to face him. He’s quiet, and his eyes are soft as they peer into mine.
“Tigers are solitary creatures,” he says. “They prefer to be alone, and often hunt alone at night.”
It almost looks like he’s waiting for something, cautiously asking a question and nervous about the answer.
My eyes drop to take in his muscled and tattooed torso. I nod slightly. “Yeah.”
He starts to turn away from me, but I reach out and grab his arm. “But things change.”
He smiles softly, and I step forward, bringing my lips to his.
We stay locked in a slow kiss while we’re surrounded by the sounds and the smell of the coffee brewing. And when we separate, the cautious question in his gaze is gone.
He squints his eyes at me, then slides them to my fridge. “I’m going to have to drink my coffee black, aren’t I?”
A small chuckle escapes me as I nod, and he looks horrified.
“My god.” He shakes his head. “Ok, from now on, we stay at my place. This is fucked.”
THIRTY-FIVE
Noah easily passes butterfly guard and keeps me from extending my hooks, using head pressure to put me flat on my back.
Fuck. For a little guy, he’s fucking ruthless.
I manage to get off my back, gain control of his hips and sweep him.
