Chapter Nineteen

CHAPTER NINETEEN

LUCA

The way I see it, we have two choices.

Pretend Leigh didn’t just offer to let me devour her sweet cunt and instead eat a real meal here in town, or throw her over my shoulder and get her pretty little ass back on the gondola to a very empty guesthouse.

I know which I’d prefer.

Even if it is counterproductive to the reason I brought her out tonight.

The plan was to let her in. To tell her the truth. If I wasn’t nervous as hell before, I am now. I’m fucking terrified to admit I’m not as put together as I pretend to be. And after Leigh all but claimed me in front of an entire restaurant, now she’s looking up at me with those full red lips that I know look incredible wrapped around my cock. Why the hell would I choose to talk?

Leigh huffs an adorable laugh and takes a step forward. “Stop thinking so hard, Luca.”

“I would if I could, but I’m not sure what to think.” It’s the understatement of the year.

She weaves her arms around my waist and, with all the confidence she’s been missing, says, “Let’s just take it one moment at a time. How about that?”

I don’t react. Don’t sweep her up in my arms like I’m dying to. “What does that mean? Because you’re confusing the hell out of me. I’m not sure if this is a test and I’m supposed to walk away, or if you really want me.”

Her tongue darts out and wets her bottom lip. “It’s not a test.”

“Fuck, Little Thief.” I breathe, my breath forming a cloud between us. “I need you to tell me what you want.”

Her glacier eyes flash with hunger as she lifts her hands and loops them around my neck. “I’ve done a lot of thinking today. A lot of reflecting. And right now, I want you to take me home, Luca.”

Hope blooms in my chest. Followed by vivid images of all the things I’ve only let myself consider in dreams.

This is really happening.

I don’t know what the hell all her thinking and reflecting has to do with it, because all I hear is she wants me.

Me.

I swallow past the rising emotion in my throat, and give her one last chance to stop this. “What about our talk?”

The last thing I want to do is fuck this up. I need to know I’m not overstepping. Not pushing too hard, or too fast.

“Words are just words, and the past is the past. Eventually, I want your story, but you’ve shown me the man you are now and that’s enough for me.”

That’s all the encouragement I need.

My hands tangle in her hair and my mouth slants over hers. She doesn’t hesitate to open for me.

I groan as our tongues tangle, and Leigh grinds her hips against my already painfully hard cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I growl and, lowering my hands to the round of her perfect ass, I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist.

Leigh grinds against me as she peppers kisses along my jaw, each one a lightning strike lighting me up from the inside out. God, this woman is everything. When she reaches my ear, she sucks the lobe between her teeth and slowly tugs until I’m whimpering from the mix of pain and pleasure.

“We should probably get off the sidewalk.” Leigh whispers. “Unless you want the fine people of Telluride to see me come.”

“Shit. I’ve missed that filthy mouth of yours.”

I might not know exactly how we got here, but she’s right. I’m not about to let anyone else witness the things I’m going to do to her.

Thank God we’re only around the corner from the gondola station.

Not bothering to set her down, I hightail it in that direction.

Leigh laughs and presses her lips to my neck, nibbling on the sensitive flesh. My hips jerk, dick flexing against the heat of her pussy, and she lets out a soft moan.

“You’re going to pay for that, Little Thief.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she purrs.

There’s no line when we reach the station. The majority of people are heading into town instead of back to their cabins. The attendant shoots me an arched brow but doesn’t comment on the fact I’m carrying Leigh as we cross the threshold into the mostly glass cube. There’s a bench on each side and a handrail on the ceiling, and all I can think about is how amazing she’d look hanging from them while I pounded my cock into her sweet pussy.

There’s no light in the gondola except for the faint light of the city behind us and the moon rising over the crest of the mountains. It’s beautiful, but not as gorgeous as the woman in my arms.

I mentally calculate our route home. It’s a long ride to the top. Fifteen minutes, to be exact.

That’s more than enough time.

I set Leigh down and step forward, pushing until her thighs are backed against the bench with the mountain side behind her. Cupping her face with both hands, I force myself to memorize everything about her in this moment—every line, every freckle, every bit of heat in her icy blue eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” I whisper. “I don’t think I told you that tonight.”

Her eyes dart to my lips and back. “Thank you. So are you.”

Fuck, I love it when she thanks me.

I trail my hands from her cheeks, down her collar bones, and over her tits inside my jacket, barely grazing my thumbs against her already taught nipples.

Her body comes to life under my touch, and she lets out a breathy moan. “What are you doing?”

Dipping lower, down past her hips, I finger the edge of her dress. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Don’t,” she begs, her body jolting with a shiver. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Oh, Little Thief, you have no idea what you’re giving me.” I drop to my knees and tip my head back, savoring her parted lips and the shock on her face.“Because I won’t stop. Not until I’ve stolen all the orgasms I’ve missed.”

My hands slip beneath her skirt, and Leigh moans as I knead her nylon clad thighs.

“Here? Right now?”

“Because this is any different than up against a vending machine?” I ask, fingers inching toward her core.

She moans, but doesn’t stop me when push up her skirt and find both her nylons and emerald green lace panties soaking wet. It seems my girl is still turned on by our little bouts of exhibitionism.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

“Anyone could look up and see.” Her voice is soft and raw, but it’s a weak protest only further disproven by the way she widens her legs to make room for me.

A devilish grin tips my lips. “Then I’ll just have to make sure I’m quick.”

I press my face into her pussy and breathe in deep, scenting her like a feral animal. And when it comes to her, maybe I am.

“Luca, please.” Her voice trembles.

Fuck, I love it when she begs.

“Please what, Little Thief?”

I nip at her clothed cunt, taking her nylons between my teeth, and grind them with my canines. Not enough to tear—not yet. She might not need my words, but hers give me fucking life.

“Yes,” she moans, lifting her hips to find friction but coming up empty. “Please, I want you to make me come.”

I jerk my head, ripping the fabric with ease and moan at the sight. Her panties aren’t just emerald green lace. They’ve got a little red bow at the top, with a mistletoe charm hanging right above her clit.

“Fuck me,” I groan. “Did you wear these just for me?”

She giggles. “I might have picked them up at the Christmas market today in a moment of mania. But when I put them on this evening, it was definitely with you in mind.”

“God damn, Leigh. You can’t find your Christmas spirit and then say shit like that. I’m liable to bend you over right now and pound the daylights out of this sweet little cunt.”

“Tsk, tsk,” she clicks her tongue. “For someone who loves Christmas, I thought you’d know how mistletoes works.”

I can’t stop the growl that breaks free from my chest.

The little grinchy minx. She doesn’t even know the weight of what she’s done.

Leigh reaches down and runs her fingers through my hair. “Now be a good boy and kiss me under the mistletoe.”

My cock jolts as I utter an emphatic, “Yes, ma’am.”

Pulling the lacey fabric to the side, I part her smooth lips with two fingers and throw up a silent prayer of thanks to any and every god imaginable. Her pussy is gorgeous—pink and full and mine.

Yup, I’m pretty sure this is what my heaven looks like.

Her knees tremble as I run my tongue from bottom to top, forcing her hand to dart from my head to the railing above her for balance.

The image is even sexier than I envisioned—hands grasping the bar like it’s a lifeline, all the while keeping her lust filled gaze on me.

Holding her gaze, I suck her clit between my teeth and sink two fingers inside.

Her pussy clenches around me as she moans my name, followed by a few incoherent curses.

I hum against her skin. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”

“Imagine what it will feel like when it’s your dick,” Leigh whimpers.

This damn woman is trying to kill me.

And at this point, I’ll go willingly.

Hard and fast I staccato, my tongue against her clit, matching my fingers thrust for thrust.

“Oh!” she mewls and lifting her leg, she practically climbs onto my shoulders, hips thrusting in search of more friction.

“Luca!” she cries, a hint of panic in her voice as the gondola swings from our movement. “I’m going to fall.”

If she thinks I’m going to stop for anything short of a hurricane sending us falling to our death, she’s dead wrong.

Her pussy clenches around my two fingers, and I know she’s close. Flicking, sucking, and teasing her clit with my tongue, I slip my hand from inside her and wrap my arms around her thighs and lift her.

She understands my silent request and tangles her hands in my hair so I can slowly lower her to the bench behind her, my lips never parting from the woman who drives me wild.

As soon as she’s safely seated, I replace my fingers inside her and I raise my other hand to pull the top of her dress down, freeing her perfect tits.

Looking up from between her legs, I groan as her chest heaves. I palm her breast, my thumb tracing circles over her rosy peaked nipple.

They’re utterly fucking perfect. And goddamn, do they look spectacular in my hands.

Leigh jerks her hips and whimpers, “Luca, I’m gonna?—”

Before she can finish that statement, her whole body tenses, signaling she’s right where I want her—on the edge, waiting for me to take her there. Committing this moment to memory, I pull her nipple away from her chest and add a third finger to her pussy.

That does it.

Leigh tightens her hold in my hair and grinds herself against my talented tongue. She rides my face through her orgasm, and it’s easily the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. The way she lets me pleasure her but has no qualms about taking what she needs in the moment. It takes everything in me not to give into my aching cock and come in my pants.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, limbs shaking as she comes down from her pleasure and all but squirming to get away from my face.

“I’m not done,” I growl against her, pinning her against the bench.

“But—”

“One more. Give me one more before we get to the top.”

“I can't. It's too sensitive,” she says, but her pretty little blue eyes alight with lust tell a different story. They like what I’m saying. They’re begging for me to make good on my word.

“Then you’ll come fast and hard,” I taunt. “Come on. I want you to drown me, Little Thief.”

I suck her clit and roll the sensitive bud between my teeth, desperate to make her orgasm at my hands and mouth one more time before we reach the top of this damn mountain.

“Oh,” she cries, pulling at my hair. “Yes, Luca. Right there.”

I curl my fingers, stroking the tips against the spot that drives her wild. I look up and watch her come undone. She’s got her head thrown back, tits heaving in the moonlight. In short, she’s fucking gorgeous, and I never want this moment to end.

My dick throbs painfully against my zipper. Angry he’s not getting any attention, but he’ll have his time. This moment is for Leigh—and creating a vivid memory that will live rent free in my mind until the day I die.

“Luca—fuck—your fingers—God, right there—I’m going to?—”

God, I love that filthy mouth of hers.

Her pussy pulses around my fingers, her second orgasm taking hold of her shuddering body. It starts in her toes as she flexes them and straightens her legs tight against my cheeks. When it reaches her core, she curls forward, holding on as long as she can without giving in.

Well, that just won’t do.

I pinch her nipple, rolling it tight between my fingers.

“Oh, Luca,” she yells. “Yes!”

My name on her lips drives me wild, and I growl against her clit, working my mouth and fingers until her only option is to shatter for me.

And she does.

So. Fucking. Beautifully.

Every muscle she has pulses and releases at the same time, flooding my mouth with the delicious taste of her. She cries my name, over and over, the waves of pleasure crashing through her.

She goes limp against the seat, and I take my time cleaning up every inch of what’s mine.When I finally look up, I’m greeted with a lazy, almost drunk smile painted on her face.

“That was…incredible.”

“You absolutely were.”

“Please tell me we’re not done.”

“Not even close, Little Thief.” I stand up, licking my lips so I can taste every last drop of her. “Now let’s get you covered up. We’re almost to the top and as much as almost getting caught turns me on, I have zero desire to let anyone else see what’s mine.”

It’s a bold statement.

But when she doesn’t correct me, my heart begins to beat for her alone.