Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 102607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
And that’s what makes me want him even more.
Luca is mine.
Slipping my hand beneath me, I work the waistband of his boxer briefs, and his gorgeous body goes still—breathless with anticipation.
“You’re driving me insane,” he says, voice rough and low.
“Good,” I whisper, mouthing along the dip between his collarbones. “You’re not the only one.”
His boxers join the pile of clothes strewn beside the bed. I press against him, skin-on-skin, and we both go still for a moment.
Mmm so good…
The heat between us is heavy and consuming. But so is the tenderness.
“You’re shaking,” he says softly, cupping my cheek.
I know. “Stupid nerves.”
His hands roam lower. Thumb stroking above my clit as I lean back, giving him access while I slowly move over his hard dick, getting wetter and wetter as he touches me.
He’s so focused.
We savor every inch of each other, drinking in the sight. Silently, the dog whining at the door occasionally.
Then.
I shift above him, guiding him, our bodies fitting perfectly. I feel it all the way to my core.
A gasp escapes my lips. Not because it’s too much—but because it’s everything.
Luca braces my hips with his giant palms, anchoring me there as I move back and forth, his eyes closed. We stay that way, moving in sync, whispering and moaning and gasping.
Breathless nothings.
The moment stretches and burns and binds us.
I’ve never felt more seen.
More wanted.
22
luca
The bubbles are so high I can’t even ogle her tits.
Damn shame, cause I really love looking at them. Big. Perky. Pretty pink nipples a man could get lost in, they make my mouth water—and now they’re submerged beneath the water.
Her toe appears, bright red polish winking at me. Nova taps it against my chest as if she lost my attention and wants it back.
Newsflash: she never lost it and probably never will.
I take it in my hands and press my fingers into the pads of her foot, rubbing it until she tips her head back and leans it against the back of the tub with a moan.
“Damn that feels amazing.”
“So did you.” I press a kiss to the inside of her ankle, just because it’s there.
Nova and her orgasms light me on fire.
Sitting across from me, she is flushed cheeks and wet lashes and wild hair; it tries to escape the knot on top of her head, loosely piled there.
Sexy as hell.
She stretches her legs out a little more, letting me keep hold of her foot. Her eyes are closed, the softest smile on her lips like she’s floating somewhere between reality and that quiet bliss that only comes after being thoroughly wrecked—in the best way.
“So,” I say casually, letting the water slosh between us. “Am I allowed to ask about the last guy who was lucky enough to get you naked in a tub?”
Translation: tell me about your douchebag of an ex-boyfriend.
She snorts, reaching for the wine glass perched on the edge of the tub. “That’s how you’re phrasing it?”
I shrug.
She gets what I meant so there’s no sense in rewording it, her toes wiggling above the bubbles as she considers how much information to give me.
Nova hesitates.
Then,
“It’s not easy being Gio Montagalo’s sister in a hockey town.”
Her voice is quiet, the rim of the wine glass brushing her lips as she stares across the bubbly water at me. Her toes have stopped wiggling.
Gone is her teasing.
I stay quiet.
Give her space to think about what she wants to tell me.
She takes another sip of wine before resting the glass on the edge of the tub again.
Nova gives me a wane smile.
“People—men wanted to date me to get access to Gio, and women wanted to be my friend with the hopes of fucking him.” She nibbles her bottom lip. “In high school it wasn’t as bad---once we got to college, it was awful. I hated the feeling that I was being used. He was the golden child who got all the attention and sometimes, I felt like I was getting the leftovers.”
Nova tips her head back. “God, I sound like I’m whining.” Pause. “I love my brother, but it wasn’t easy being in his shadow.”
I don’t say anything. Because this right there? None of this is about her exes. This is about her.
“So anyway, my last boyfriend—if you want to call him that—fell into that category,” she trails off, sighing. “He was one of those guys who pretended he loved an independent woman who isn’t afraid to say what’s on her mind. Said he could handle all the noise that came with being with me—sports media and stuff because for a long time, I went with Gio everywhere.”
I knew that about her.
Back when Gio was a rookie, Nova was his right-hand.
His support.
Yeah, he’d dated some social media influencers and the occasional model, but none of them proved steadfast. You can’t replace the loyalty and trust of a close family member in this business.