An Italian on the run from the Mafia. A reporter seeking the truth. Will they reveal their feelings before danger strikes?
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Reclusive writer Luca Ross...
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The second he locked the house and flicked on the lights, I pressed my body against Luca, pinning him to the door. I stood on my tiptoes to reach his mouth and ran my hands over his muscled chest. I wanted him—and would have him tonight.
"I missed you." I unbuttoned his shirt and purred when I felt his hands cup my ass, hard.
"I missed you too. I was a dick to you last weekend. I shouldn't have reacted like I did."
I grabbed his hand. "No apologies. Upstairs?"
"Wait."
I stopped, and he put his hands around my waist, hauling me close. "I'm sorry I was such an asshole. You were just doing what comes naturally to you as a reporter. I shouldn't have been so harsh. You were right to look me up. Florida's a messed up place. You need to be careful and protect yourself."
I wrapped my arms around him, and he spun me, carrying me to the staircase. He set me on the first stair.
We practically ran up the steps, and when we got in his bedroom, I kicked off my strappy sandals and climbed onto the middle of the bed. He followed, and I unbuttoned his shirt, stripping it off. I dove for his pants, unbuckling his belt. He finished the rest, unzipping and sliding his trousers off.
"Is this what you want?"
"Yes." His voice had been gruff, but mine was firm and clear. God, he was beautiful. And caring. And smart...
I almost let those three little words—I love you—slip.
He pulled my dress over my head, then groaned when he saw my matching black lace bra and panties.
"You are the best," he whispered.
Unhooking my bra, he groaned when I guided his hands to my breasts. Then we maneuvered until I was sitting on top of him with my legs around his waist.
We still had our underwear on, and he embraced me, his hands fanning my skin. Leaning me back, he kissed and sucked my nipples into stiff peaks. He was rock-hard as I ground into him. Little noises of excitement escaped my mouth. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me. I'd wanted this for far too long.
"Luca." I leaned in and tilted his head so he looked at me. He was breathing hard, and his eyes flashed with need. "Tonight. I want you. I'm ready."
To my surprise, he shut his eyes and pressed his lips together, then rested his forehead on my chest. This wasn't the reaction I'd expected. Panic crept into my chest.
"What? You don't want to? You don't want me? After all this...?"
Humiliating flashbacks of James telling me how inept I was at taking charge in bed ran through my mind, but I reminded herself to be calm. To listen.
"No. I mean, yes. I do. More than anything. But, Sky, oh God. I can't. Not with a good conscience."
I slipped off of him. It was as if a bucket of ice had been dumped over my head. "What? Tell me."
