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
I stare at him, shocked, and Luca just grins at me. “Do you – do you speak Itablio?” I ask. “I mean, just a little,” he says with a shrug as his family moves eagerly around us, setting out food and drinks, turning on music. “Of course he speaks Itablio, it’s his native tongue!” his mother says,
At Luca’s house, the company is really the thing that shines. His cousins and family are just so funny – they’re also a little bit mean to each other, in a teasing, familial way, but every insult is lined with love and is so damn funny that I’m laughing until my sides ache. And of course, my sides
We walk slowly to the front porch, murmuring our plans for tomorrow. His family lets me go with a few calls of goodbye, but without much fuss. I’m warmed by this – by the casual goodbye of family members who know they’ll see you soon, and so don’t need to make a big deal out of it. As we step onto t
I’m quiet for a moment, thinking of the ways that Bruce’s assessment of his nephew – who is so much more of a son to him – line up with my own experiences with my mate. It’s true that Luca is emotional, though I’m not sure I’d have thought of him that way before now. Luca’s willful, and bossy, and
Well. I didn’t think about it either, did I? I set my jaw, offended and guilty all at once. “I’m sorry,” Bruce says, shaking his head as he sees my expression. “It’s just…I think it would be good for Luca, and helpful, if you really understood his situation, and his world. You need to help him m