Somewhere in the back of his mind, irritation flared at the layers between them. Too many clothes. That stupid Scalese pizza T-shirt. Jeans. Insulting, really. He could make it work.
"I need you to talk to me, Vee," Luca whispered into her ear. "Tell me what you love. I like dirty."
Heat was blooming under her ribs. This was the trap. She knew it. And still, her body leaned in. "I like how you kiss my neck," she said.
"Hmmm… more…." His fingers slid beneath her shirt, skin to skin now, tracing slow lines along her waist, learning her again.
"I like to feel you get hard against my thigh," she continued. "Makes me feel powerful."
Luca answered without words. He pushed himself further into her thigh, exactly as she'd described, letting her feel the evidence of how badly she had him. "You are powerful," he murmured.
"You know what I would really like to do right now?" he asked.
"What?"
