Luca slammed the door shut with the back of his slipper, never breaking the steady, possessive hold he had on her waist.
Sara cupped his face, a desperate, anchoring gesture as she tried to pull back. "Luca, we have to be at work tomorrow," she murmured, her voice laced with a frantic, delightful disbelief.
"We're taking a leave of absence," he countered. "And don't you dare stop me now." His face sank into the warm, scented curve of her neck, planting a line of soft, searing kisses as he moved them swiftly and relentlessly toward the bed.
"Wait!" Sara pressed her palms flat against the hard muscle of his chest, a hesitant boundary. "I've never done anything like this before." She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, a flicker of pure nerves crossing her eyes.
He didn't pause his movement, simply smiled against her skin. "It's alright. I'll teach you. Even I'm charting new territory here. But tell me, you and—"
