Free L'amore: The Luminara Series by SJ Molloy

sorry, it’s just overwhelming. I’m not having cold feet, so please don’t think that. I love you, Lucca. It’s just surreal being here, and it’s all happening so fast. I think maybe it’s because we’re not still on holiday, or I feel slightly strange being here, as if I am going to wake up from a dream. Reality is hitting me hard and I feel like I don’t belong here.” I shrug and look down to the ground following the scrolls and intricate design of the tiles with my eyes as if I’m lost in a maze. Ironically, I know that’s how I might feel in this house.
    He’s quiet.
    “Please, Lucca, look at me,” I plead, lifting his chin. “I’m sorry I’m not hanging from the ceiling, sliding down the banister, doing backflips on your front lawn, or throwing the feathers out of the pillows. It’s just so new, and I don’t want to disappoint you. I love you more than anything else in this world. You are my world now, but I just need time to adjust.”
    He grabs my face in both hands, leaning his forehead on mine as his hot breath skims my lips, and his sexy scent fills my nostrils. “I am not mad at you. I could never be mad at you, but I am worried about you. You could never disappoint me. You make me happy, so fucking happy, so stop being so critical and disparaging of yourself. I love you and I will give you all the time you need.”
    He puts his hand on his heart, his lips press onto my own, and he holds them there. He floods me with his azure blue eyes while breathing deeply.
    I pull back, leaving a small gap between our lips. “Kiss me. Kiss me then take me to our bed. I want you to take me so badly right now,” I seductively whisper then brush his bottom lip with the end of a long soft stray wave of my hair that has fallen out of place. One minute I’m cold then the next I’m roasting hot, my emotions flipping on and off like a switch.
    Yanking me towards him, his tongue thrashes my mouth, assaulting my own dancing tongue. He bites, sucks, and presses so hard that my lips feel numb and bruised while I throw my head back.
    He pulls away breathlessly. “I am going to have you on every inch of this house. You will remember this, I promise you, and you are going to think of tonight every time you feel lost, because I will bring you home to me,” he growls possessively against my lips.
    I almost combust just hearing these words. I want Lucca.
    I want his love.
    I want his lust.
    I want his light.
    I’m officially a self-confessed sex addict. I’m sure of it.
    Affirmative.
    I push my heavy breasts against his chest, gripping his hair at his neck, then angling myself so I can wrap my leg over his hips to straddle him. Thumping my heels into his lower back, I moan and grind into his body, pressing my throbbing clitoris against his massive bulge where I rub my damp sex vigorously against the straining fabric of his denims, causing him to fall backwards on the step.
    “You trying to take me or kill me? Jesus, right now if you take me like this, you will kill me,” he breathlessly stammers while he bites into the soft skin of my neck.
    I actually think I might take him here and now despite Rose being in the house. I’m so undone and really don’t care for anyone else but our shuddering hearts and the undulate sexual energy coursing through my veins right now.
    We grip and grind as I bite on Lucca’s ear and he moans with delight, digging his fingers into the flesh under my short skirt.
    “Um, hey … excuse me,” a muffled voice croaks. Shit, someone is shuffling behind us near the doorway. This must be Rose and she must be mortified. I think this might be more embarrassing than when Lucca’s mother walked in on me in my lingerie.
    Fuck!
    File P for privacy. Privacy is a luxury, and I am a shameless hussy.
    I can’t even bring my eyes up. My cheeks are too flamed, so I stay buried in Lucca’s neck, tensing my limbs rigidly.
    “Lucca, I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I’m retiring for the night.