Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Only mine.
I’d gotten to explore him too, though he’d slept through all of it. I’d fully expected him to want to fuck me after we’d gotten out of the shower, and I’d been ready to let him, but like with everything else, the man was determined to keep surprising me. With every touch, every caress of his mouth, and every softly spoken word, I was falling harder and harder for him. There was no doubt in my mind that he had every piece of my heart now and that no matter what condition I got it back in, it would never be mine again. But I refused to dwell on any of the pain that I knew was undoubtedly coming my way. Last night had been about what my life with Luca could have looked like if it’d been possible for us to be together. I would use those hours to sustain me going forward. When the time came that I would be on my own again, I would remember those moments with him and somehow they’d still be there within me, fighting beside me, fighting for me.
"I know you're practically made of money, man, but leaving a jacket this beautiful on the floor?"
I recognized the voice. It was Luca's younger brother, Con. Luca began to stir next to me.
"And why the hell does it smell like—" Con began to say and then his voice dropped off. Luca and I were tucked beneath the covers, so I wasn't sure if Con had seen me yet. Luca sighed next to me and I saw that his eyes had opened. But when they landed on me, they softened and his gorgeous lips pulled into a small smile.
Morning, he mouthed silently and then he leaned in and kissed me gently. I forgot all about Con and just focused on Luca. But the moment didn’t last because Luca pushed the covers off and sat up enough that he could eye his brother.
"MMA or not, Con, if you don't get the fuck out of this room, I'm going to kick your ass," Luca growled. I'd never actually seen Con in one of his professional fights, but my bet was on Luca.
I sat up as well and added, "I'll hold him down for you."
Con's eyes were wide as he stared at the both of us. But then he grinned and said, "My kind of first date."
Luca threw a pillow at him, which Con easily caught and threw back. He looked at me and said "Do you like grits, Remy? Because I can guarantee that my grits are better than Luca’s."
I had no clue what the man was talking about, but Luca clearly did because he climbed out of the bed and started for his brother. Luca was completely naked, but he didn't seem to notice or care. I certainly had no problem with the show as Luca manhandled his brother and forced him out the door.
"Ask him what he likes on his grits!" Con called through the door.
"Me!" Luca yelled back. "He likes me on his grits!"
When he returned to the bed, I nearly swallowed my tongue at the sight of his erect dick.
"Meddling asshole," Luca growled as he snatched his jacket off the floor. When he looked up at me, he stilled. Probably because he was realizing that I was completely entranced at the sight of him. He made no move to cover himself up, thank God.
"Like something you see?" Luca asked, his voice deep and rumbly. He moved closer to my side of the bed.
I finally forced my eyes up and saw the mirth in his. It was yet another perfect moment. The idea of being able to wake up like this every morning with him, being able to joke with him, being able to touch him whenever and however I wanted…
I told myself that I was just setting myself up for heartbreak when I thought about things like that, so I focused on the moment.
"Actually, I was just wondering what grits are," I lied. I managed to keep a straight face as I kept my eyes on his.
"All you need to know about grits," Luca said as he tossed the jacket back on the floor, "Is that mine are the only ones you'll be having."
He didn't hesitate to climb on top of me and cover my mouth with his. The blanket was still between us, but I opened my legs as best I could so he could fit between them. I wrapped my arms around him as he kissed me deeply. I probably should've been worrying about things like morning breath, but it wasn't even a factor. By the time Luca pulled his mouth free of mine, I was ready to pull the covers from between us. I'd been so certain that I wasn't ready to have sex with the man, but every time he touched me, it was like I momentarily forgot who I was and what I’d been. I was a new Remy, a better one. But I wasn't foolish enough to think that my body wouldn't betray me when it came down to it. So far with everything we'd done, I'd still been in control, or at least there'd been the illusion of that. But when it came to the idea of Luca holding me down as he entered me or pushing me face-first against a wall—it was hard to find arousal in that. No, I didn't think Luca would hurt me, but I couldn't figure out how he would make the act feel good, either.