Chapter 18
Luca
Panic flares in her eyes, and she quickly lowers her gaze to my bare chest, that she only seems to notice now, seeing as her lips part and a look of wonder ghosts over her face.
"Mariya," I say to bring her attention back to the question I asked. "Why did you react so strongly?"
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she glances at the bloody wipes beside me. "I'm always an emotional mess during my period."
Frustration coils in my chest because she's hiding the real reason. Lifting my hand to her chin, I force her to meet my eyes.
Uncomfortable with the conversation, she shifts on my lap. The instant her pussy rubs against my cock, I harden.
Mariya obviously feels it because she starts to blink faster while a flush creeps up her neck.
Christ, it's the first time I've seen her blush, and it only makes me harder.
running out of patience. "Tell me the truth."
After the morning I had, I'm tired, and honestly, I'm She shakes her head. "I did."
Fuck her stubbornness and pride.
And fuck mine.
"You care," I state the obvious.
A frown forms on her forehead. "Of course. I'm not a coldhearted bitch, Luca."
I move my hand behind her head, my fingers tangling with
her hair. Pulling her closer until our breaths mingle, my eyes
keep hers imprisoned.