Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

J ackson

Have I really got it wrong? Well, at least I haven't made a move and been rejected. I'd had an inkling where Anna was going with this after her last question, but I wanted to show Luca that I was game. Now I just feel stupid. Luca comes barrelling into the kitchen.

"Sorry, Anna can be a bitch sometimes. She goes too far." He comes to a halt before me. I take in his slim figure, his dark lashes, and those goddamn lips.

No, I'm going to give up that easily.

"You didn't drink."

His face twists in confusion. "What?"

"Anna's question—you didn't drink." I can see the thought dawning on him.

"You didn't drink," he replies. It's a fair enough statement. It deserves a reply.

I hold his gaze. "I was nervous. I was waiting to see if you drank first."

He doesn't have his drink in his hand—he must have left it behind—but keeping his eyes on mine, he gently takes my wine glass off me and takes a mouthful, then he holds it out. I take it back and also drink, draining the glass. I place it on the counter. He takes a step towards me.

"So is it Anna you want to kiss?" He starts slowly biting one side of his lower lip.

"Do you know that drives me to distraction?"

"What?" he whispers. I cup the side of his face and jaw with my hand and run my thumb along his bottom lip.

"You biting your lip. It makes me wonder what it tastes like. It makes me wonder what your lips can do."

I pause in running my thumb across his lips in the centre and he kisses my thumb. I push down gently on his bottom lip and he takes my thumb between his lips, and grazes his teeth across the tip. My cock hardens in response and I growl slightly. He hears it and gives a little smile, his eyes swirling like an ocean I could drown in. My other hand circles behind his waist and I pull him towards me. I pull my thumb from his mouth. I want to taste him for myself. I plant a feather-light kiss on his lips, then take his bottom lip between my teeth and give a tiny tug. His groan is enough for me, and I kiss him properly. He tastes of wine and chocolate and coffee and I want more.

As we part, he looks up at me and says with a smile.

"Distraction?"

I inwardly groan a little. Now I've shown him a weakness. I'll be putty in his hands every time he does that, and most of the time I'm sure he doesn't know he's doing it. But when he takes my hand I realise that isn't what he means.

"C'mon." He leads me back out into the hall and to another door leading off it, this time to the left. I notice from the desk, and the bookcases and clock, that this is a study. But what's got my attention are the pictures. Sketches cover every surface, including the walls. I turn round slowly in wonder at every aspect of the garden, then my breath catches at the dozens of pictures of me. I turn to look at Luca.

"You did these?"

He nods, but looks a little nervous when he comes to stand next to me.

"When I left London, I wasn't in a great place. I couldn't draw—I didn't want to draw. I thought I would never make art again. I started these a few days after meeting you." He swallows, "You are my distraction."

I can only look in wonder at this amazingly talented, and very sexy guy. He places a hand on my belt buckle and looks up at me from under his dark lashes.

"Can I show you what these lips can do?"

Gods, yes, I've dreamed of this. But I look towards the door.

"Anna?" I croak.

"She won't mind. She's sitting there smugly congratulating herself on how she manoeuvred us into this."

That's not quite what I mean. I try again.

"The door." It's wide open, and I'd rather not have her come looking for us. Luca catches my meaning as he goes and shuts the door, and turns the key in the lock.

I gather him in for another kiss as he comes back across the room, then he places a hand on my chest and pushes me back so I'm against the desk. He drops to his knees and starts to undo my belt. I hear a gasp as he releases my cock from my boxers. I glance down, concerned, but he's looking up at me with a huge grin on his face. After that, my senses blur slightly, as he starts licking me from the bottom of my shaft to the top. He places those delicious lips over the end and takes me in, working his lips and tongue. It's all I can do to stop myself from grabbing his head and pushing myself deeper. But I try to show some restraint, as this is a fantasy I've played over and over again. Instead, I grip the edge of the desktop beneath me. I want it to last forever, but he's too good and I'm too needy. With a groan, I come, and he keeps his mouth locked round my cock until I shudder to a stop. It's almost agony when he finally releases me. I grab his shirt and pull him up.

"That was amazing, thank you." I'm breathless. He smiles and kisses me.

"You?" I croak out. He shakes his head slightly.

"Let's wait until Anna has gone."

I'm slightly relieved, as that would be entering new territory for me. Well, what we just did was. I've had blow jobs before, just not from a guy, and I've never given one. And sex? I need to process this before I worry about that.

I say my goodbyes to Anna who, as Luca predicted is looking very smug, and leave. I've drunk too much to drive my van back, but the walk to the village will do me good. Walking's very good for processing and I think I need a little time before I face Darla, who I'm sure will be able to read my thoughts.