My eyebrows go up, because Luca’s told me about his uncle – the man who raised him, kept him out of trouble, turned him into the champion he is today. “Uncle,” Luca says, grinning at the older man and slipping his hand out of the first glove, starting on the second himself now that the first is go
Luca, true to his word, showers quickly, continuing to tell me about his morning and how his uncle kicked the crap out of him, not impressed at all by anything that he learned at the Academy and taking the day to drill back into him all of his old techniques. “I mean,” Luca says, turning off the s
“Ariel,” Luca sighs, shaking his head and smiling as he turns back to me, buttoning his pants. “It’s not going to happen like this.” “What’s not going to happen!?” I ask, tossing out a hand. “It’s…” Luca says, his emphasis on the word, and his raised eyebrow making it very clear what he means, “
My wolf absolutely howls inside of me, telling me to do ridiculous things as she always does. Kiss him! Jump on top of him, wrap your legs around his waist, he likes that! See if you can get his pants off – he just put them on - But I shake my head, willfully trying to ignore her, because the sens
I just narrow my eyes, still pissed. Because I mean – I’ve done stuff by myself before – and never, ever have I finished that fast. Damn, but he thinks highly of himself in these regards. “You’re exaggerating to get what you want,” I growl, even though it turns into a gasp when Luca tightens his
I moan again, hard, as Luca touches me, his hand moving slowly lower, sliding his fingers against the slick skin he finds there. Subtly, moving without even thinking about it, I shift my feet further apart, wanting him to touch me deeper, wanting more. “Good girl,” Luca murmurs, his voice a purr i
And when I do, Luca’s right there, holding me tight. I tilt my head up, looking into his eyes, and he cups my cheek in his hand, looking seriously down into my face. “You win,” I murmur, and he bursts into laughter as I tuck my head under his chin, and press my flushed cheek against his chest, a
“No,” I laugh, wrinkling my nose at him and smacking him playfully on the chest. “I don’t want to give you any encouragement.” Luca growls, snatching me closer, willing me to tell what I’m thinking. And I can’t help it – I just laugh and lean back against his arm. “I kind of like it when you’re bo