CHAPTER 27

“I Think He Knows” – Taylor Swift

I KNOW WHY I’M SPIRALING. It’s because Luca’s currently taking a hot shower next door as I’m sitting on his bed in his t-shirt.

When he asked if I wanted to join, I casually said I’d go later. Without showing any disappointment to make sure I wouldn’t feel pressured, he just placed a soft kiss on my neck that feels almost imprinted on my skin right now.

It’s not like I haven’t seen him naked before. Thankfully, I have, and now on many occasions.

It’s that while we’ve had sex, the thought of standing so close to him while he has the chance to stare at my bare body was enough to make me feel vulnerable all of a sudden.

I’m aware how silly this sounds considering everything we’ve done together.

Yet, just the fact that I’ve never showered with another person before was enough to reject his invitation. At least right when he asked me, that is .

But ever since he left, a deeper, more pressing thought has started to take over.

My hands are shaking. My heartbeat’s thudding. My back is tense.

Except it’s no longer from my nerves. It’s the thrill that’s building as I glance down his hallway.

Curiosity getting the best of me, my body lures me toward my demise. With each step, a wave of pleasure cascades from my neck down to my toes while picturing his skin moving against the warm water before I finally open his bathroom door.

I question my own sanity with the way my jaw drops at the sight of his silhouette from afar, watching as he lathers the shower gel all over his skin.

Luca looks up as I catch a glimpse of his smirk through the steam. “Changed your mind?” he asks, his voice musky over the glass.

“I think I actually might be a voyeur,” I confess, finding it impossible to look away from his body.

When his laughter echoes loudly off the bathroom walls, it bounces right between my legs, activating everything again. Despite the heat, my skin immediately fills with goosebumps as I remove his shirt from my body, throwing it to the ground before walking into the shower.

Of course the first thing I do is almost slip, when Luca quickly scoops me up into his arms and says, “Just to be safe.”

I laugh into his mouth. “That was intentional.”

“Of course it was.” When his lips press against my neck, my face falls to the side, his warm tongue taking me to the edge. My body jolts, wanting his touch even though it’s all I’ve had for the past 24 hours as he continues to escalate my racing cravings. “ What’s with you today?” he asks, amused. “You’ve been clumsier than usual.”

I look him dead in the eyes and jab, “I’m not exactly functioning the same since yesterday.”

“Really?” He feigns a look of confusion. “What happened yesterday?”

“I think you fucked the embarrassment out of me. Something like that?”

The sound of his laughter that follows is like music to my ears. “I’m going to need that printed on a hat or license plate.” He licks his lips. “Was it that good?”

“I can’t really think of anything else since then so I’d say so.”

“I’d have to agree,” Luca says before he innocently touches my knee even though it sends an electric current across my skin.

Brows crinkled, I ask, “Is it normal to be this turned on after two orgasms?”

His laugh vibrates over my collarbone. “Yes. It’s all normal.”

See, he could just stop right here and not do much beyond this. Since he knows the hold he has on me. Which is precisely why he continues to slowly build a fire within me.

Looking over my body in awe, his fingers trace my skin. As he meets my gaze, he says, “Do you know how maddening your curves are?”

“I can think of a few more things that are maddening…,” I murmur, barely able to breathe in this shower.

As his lips move down my body, he kneels down, looking up at me in a way that’s only inflated my ego.

I lift his chin, my heartbeat thudding when I feel his jaw tighten beneath my touch. “How bad do you want it?” I say .

Luca parts his lips, tracing his fingers around the edges of his mouth, giving me a preview of what’s to come. “There’s nothing I’ve wanted more .”

When his mouth opens again, mine opens even wider as his tongue disappears into me. Through my half-shut eyes, I notice his are still looking into mine from below.

Two things dawn on me. One, he knows what he’s fucking doing.

But more importantly, how comfortable he makes me feel, and how there was never a moment between us where I felt the need to prove myself to him.

And so after he’s proved his expertise yet again, I should be washing my hair as he’s rinsing the shampoo off his tousled hair. Instead, all I can do right now is glare (not-so-respectfully) at every corner of his skin.

Luca’s eyes are still closed as he turns around, now with his toned back facing me. The way his eyes were shut a second ago, though, awakened something in me.

Something completely brand new.

The only way I can describe his expression a moment ago is how sated he looked, rather pleased with himself at how he’s satisfied me.

Getting over myself and wanting to do the same for him, I wrap my arms around his stomach, my chest growing sensitive at the immediate contact. He must feel the same when his torso shifts under my touch. When he cautiously turns around, I look into his curious eyes with my heavy ones as my hands slowly trickle down his smooth and firm skin. My eyes don’t leave his face even when his struggle to remain open as I tease him with my fingers .

He doesn’t moan. He doesn’t say anything. He just lifts his face up in an abrupt motion, giving me a graphic view of his Adam’s apple, while his breathing grows shorter.

It’s then that I know I want to do this. And not just to return the favor.

I let go of him and wait for his eyes to open back up so that he can watch me as I go down on my knees.

Luca’s so caught off guard that he still hasn’t said anything when my skin touches the tiles of his shower. As I brush over his thighs, his lips part open. But before he has a chance to remind me that I don’t need to do this, I confidently say, “Yes, I’m fucking sure .”

He looks at me with so much lust in his eyes as he traces my lips with his thumb that I have to remind myself to focus. When he reaches the middle of my bottom lip, he tugs down gently, just like he did the other night. But this time, without much thought, I close my lips around his thumb, gently biting his finger with my teeth.

“Jasmine, fuck ,” Luca’s voice cracks as he leans back against the shower wall. Pleased with myself that this clearly turned him on even more, I feel my confidence becoming unwavering.

I have no idea how to do this, but for once I don’t want any of his instructions while I do this for the very first time. I’d much rather listen to how his body reacts the way he’s done for me.

I lean forward and gently wrap my lips around the tip of his cock before softly sucking on it when I hear him grunt. His encouragement only motivates me to lick along his length a few times before taking in more of him when a deeper, raspier moan escapes his lips.

The sound travels right down my body as the throbbing sensation between my legs returns. But it’s different than it’s felt before. It’s a whole other kind of satisfaction, seeing the way his body is moving, my lips feeling the way I’m making him feel.

I don’t know how he maintains his composure for me. When I’m about to lose my mind as the octave of his voice continues to drop to a wicked register that I’m now addicted to hearing.

But I pull myself together for him.

All I’m focused on is to make sure I get him off when my first instinct is to remove some of him from my lips before putting as much of him back into my mouth as I can while moaning softly around his body. Although, the moan was more for him at the start, now I’m questioning who enjoyed it more when I feel my own thighs start to drip. And maybe we’re equally as turned on as he calls out, “ Jasmine —”

I look up and wish I hadn’t .

He looks so fucking perfect with his furrowed brows and tightly shut eyes. I never imagined a sight like this. The guy that I’m in love with about to collapse under my touch. It’s so overwhelming that if I wasn’t thinking before, I’ve lost it by now. I reach for his hand, with his eyes trying to open again wondering what I’m about to do, before I direct his hand and place it behind my head. I don’t know why I do this other than wondering if he would like it as much as I do when he goes down on me.

Luca’s eyes are impressively trying to focus on mine as I continue to move up and down him. Then he wraps his fingers under my wet hair to get a better view of my face. “If you could see how beautiful you look right now…,” his gravelly voice deepens, “you’d beg me to fuck you again.”

The stronger moan that leaves my lips next was not part of my plan, on the contrary. But the effects are all the same when the vibration of my smirk against him only escalates his sighs. Making sure to keep my composure for him, I pull him out of my mouth completely while stroking his now drenched length. He squirms at the loss of contact as I lick my fingers on my other hand and tease, “Do you want me to swallow?” I was already going to but want to hear it from his voice.

Luca doesn’t let go of my hair and says with sincerity, “I want you to do what you want .”

Without wasting another second, I moan into him until I feel him reach near the back of my throat as I continue stroking him with my hand.

“Ohh fuuuck—” His body stills before a cascade of warmth fills my mouth. But I continue gently, even after swallowing, for a few more moments, wondering if he’ll feel more pleasure the same way I do when I touch my clit shortly after my orgasm. My cheeks blush when he groans again, even deeper this time, while holding onto my hair tighter but still comfortably. It’s hard to keep my balance when his jaw clenches and his eyes shut as I remove him from my mouth, pleased that there was more to his release than I would have assumed before.

Luca looks so shocked that it makes me giggle. “What was that ?” he asks, eyes wide.

I fake obliviousness. “What?”

“ All of that .”

I lick my lips. “You’re going to have to be more specific…”

He swallows. “How did you know to keep going?” He blinks in disbelief. “Fuck. What made you put my hands in your hair?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I just winged it.” And put things together that I thought he’d like.

He shakes his head. “It’s always the innocent ones…”

I snort, and when I remember my baking comment to him earlier that he made into a suggestive remark, I turn it around now. “You know, it actually tasted as good as it looked. ”

Luca’s laughter ricochets off the shower walls as he playfully shoves my shoulders. “Okay. That’s enough,” he says, noticeably more flustered than me for once.

It actually didn’t taste like what I thought it would. And I don’t know if it’s the actual taste or the fact that I’m the one who built up to what made him feel that good .

Then it occurs to me that only Luca made me feel this safe, to do something I couldn’t have thought about doing up until a few weeks ago but now needing it, no, wanting it as much as he does.