Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3 (22 page)

My dolcezza has insatiable needs.

I almost suffocate holding my breath, watching her tease me while feeling her glorious body do crazy things to mine.

“Are you trying to kill me? Keep doing it. I want to watch you, baby,” I pant with a needy rasp.

Baby.

I like the sound of calling her baby. So does Lexi it appears, because her head lolls back and her jaw falls lax while she flutters those pretty little lashes, a loud moan escaping her lips. And shit, that drives me to pump inside her faster.

I warn her when I am close, and she responds by clenching her muscles around my engorged cock while my balls tighten. It is moments before we cry through our simultaneous release, both riding out the exquisiteness of our orgasms.

I cum hard—fuck, do I cum hard—filling her with my release while she jerks, shakes, and cries on top of me. I have never had such an enjoyable experience. I wanted to give Lexi a special moment, but I never knew how good this was going to be for me too.

My head can barely think straight. I am floating … completely gone.

Lexi collapses on top of me, and I hold her like I will never let her go, kissing her repeatedly asking if I hurt her.

“God, I loved it. That feeling of you, of us together … Lexi, I have never experienced what we have with anyone else or loved intimacy as much,” I croon against her lips. She thinks I am sad. I am in awe.

I convince her I will always give her this. I am pained by what she has missed out on and suffered. Again, she refuses to speak about it, so I do not push. Instead, I remind her how gracious I am and caress her body.

Next on my agenda is birth control. As much as I would love a family and always have thought it wasn’t possible for me, I do not want to put that burden on Lexi, after just getting to know her. It is not fair. We need to date first.

And just because Fran fell pregnant does not mean my swimmers are still good. There was a reason those doctors wanted me to freeze some, but then again, I have been lucky enough to avoid chemotherapy so perhaps they do still swim. I need to get tested.

It was reckless of me not considering using a condom, but in the shower, I was overcome with lust and could not prise myself away from her. She tests a man’s restraint. I have never felt urgency like it, and here in the bath, using a condom is not exactly convenient.

I know she is pure because she has not been with anyone else, but the last thing I want is for to fall pregnant right now, especially as I do not have her heart yet. I need to cherish her and spoil her. She needs to get to know me as much as I want to know everything about her.

Satisfied to find out she is on birth control, she tenses when I advise I have been with other women. Not exactly the best impression to give her. Hopefully I have assured her they were all meaningless and nothing compares to how I feel with Lexi. It has been so long since Fran and I were together that I completely forgot how skin on skin feels. I do not remember it feeling as good as it did with Lexi.

Complete.

One thing I am positive on, I am not sleeping alone after sharing such a mind-blowing experience with her. My heart is still floating about in that tub somewhere. She is moving into the suite with me whether she likes it or not. Non-negotiable.

I would not leave her room anyway if she does not agree, because my dolcezza is stirring emotions in me that make me want to spend every single minute with her. If she strongly protests, then I guess I will be sorely disappointed giving her what she wants because I am a gentleman, but I plan to be with her regardless.

After moving the petals from her skin and drying her body with a soft towel, I am pleased to hear she is not sore between her legs. That would be catastrophic as I would not get any more of her nectar centre.

She heads off to her room to get dressed. Quickly as I can, I throw on a shirt and pair of trousers and then call Marco.

“Did you get the items and deliver the watch to her room with the card I wrote?” I ask.

“Yes, but you realise you have just purchased a pair of diamond earrings? Cristafano told me what had been gift wrapped and they were exceptionally expensive. Real expensive, Lucca.” Where is he going with this? He normally does not ask or comment on how I spend my money unless it is for investment purposes for my businesses.

“I know they were. I picked them. I want her to have them. What is the problem?” I ask curtly, securing my own watch on my wrist.

“Think about it. Was it an act of omission or an act of commission? One, you have just met her. Two, you barely know her, and three, you also bought diamonds earrings for Jasmine. Now, that is a bit weird, do you not agree?”

I never thought about Jasmine when I picked them. I thought Lexi would appreciate being treated to something extravagant since she has never had a boyfriend indulge her, and my guess is it is not something she would go out and buy herself, even if she could afford them.

I was thinking about how I caught Lexi’s first teardrop on her cheek when she cried in the clinic that day, her tears looking precious against her skin because they glistened like diamonds. Or at least I think that is what I thought. She radiated a beautiful aura then, and if I can afford to give her expensive jewellery to keep her sparkling, then I will. She will look exquisite in them.

“Come on, Lucca. It is me you are talking to. Lexi is not Jasmine. You cannot bring her back, Capitano,” he adds sympathetically. Although, he is pissing me off now.

Lexi is certainly not Jasmine because Lexi is my breath-stealer, my angel, my dolcezza, and I am offended he thinks so. Now I feel grateful for holding out on having a serious relationship for as long. Lexi was meant for me and I for her. She is everything. I would love being in a relationship with her, but Marco has never met her so he has no idea how deeply I truly feel for her.

Is that what he thinks this is? He thinks I am trying to replace Jasmine, or make up for lost time or right my wrongs. How can he even compare them both? Jasmine was my friend; Lexi, if she allows me, is my someone special to have my heart, and I hope to get hers one day.

“I am not even going to answer that. You are out of order. I was not thinking about Jasmine when I bought the earrings, nor am I trying to compare them. I was not even attracted to Jasmine, well not at first. Suzanne had picked them out for Jasmine if you remember correctly. I had nothing to do with it.” I take in a long tempered breath then exhale on a sigh.

“Fuck’s sake, Marco, practically every woman in the world would love to be fortunate enough wear jewellery, and I bet there is not a single female out there that would not appreciate diamond jewellery. It is a chick thing. They love it.” I rant, feeling irate, running my hands through my hair. Nonno and Papa have always bought Nonna and Mamma timeless jewellery. Perhaps it is a family trait or habit.

“As you say. I am merely pointing it out,” he says with more of an apologetic tone.

“This is not about earrings anyway. If Lexi dates me long enough, I will buy her the whole fucking store of gems if I want to. You have no idea how much she deserves it and how much I want to treasure her. It is not to ease a guilty conscience. It is to spoil a woman who I feel extremely passionate towards. Who I am learning to care a great deal for. I have fallen for her. Angel. Nectar. Centre.
Remember
?”

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure you were buying them for the right reasons and that you were not thinking irrationally. I am sorry if I offended you.” That is more like it.

“Look, I need you to trust me. As your mate, not your boss. Just trust that I have never wanted to care for anyone as much as I do her.”

“I understand. I knew you had it bad, but it just seemed … well never mind. As long as you know what you are doing … and I already told you I am happy for you. I just want to protect you from getting hurt or used. You are very wealthy and you have had women in the past trying to take advantage of you for your wealth,” he adds for safe measure. I remember it well.

“Marco, I do appreciate your concern, buddy, I do, but the person needing protection is Lexi and that is exactly what I am going to do. As for taking advantage, she does not have a single bone in her body that could purposely use someone. In fact, I do not think she has ever put herself first in her life ever before. It is just an impression I get. She is more than genuine.” I manage to reassure him before heading off to Lexi’s bedroom.

He will get the chance to meet her tonight, and I hope that will put his stupid fucking notion that she is a money grabber to bed. She is anything but.

Part one: Lussuria ~ Lucca’s Words

“Lussuria ~ Chapter Fifteen: Tiramisu – ‘Pick Me Up’”

Fiery

Lexi has left her door unlocked. Making my way into the room, I pick up the watch sitting on her bed and study it. Impressive. I did well. This will complement her wrist beautifully. I walk into the bathroom and gasp in wonder at the vision in front of me.

She stands at the sink in front of the mirror in nothing but tempting and alluring pink lace, eyes closed, body glowing. My eyes roam over the peachy curve of her ass and take in the cock-teasing tiny thong meant as lingerie.

Irresistible.

I wrap my arms around her waist, pressing myself against her, and am I rewarded with an arched back, chest pushed forward, a smile gracing her lips. I love how she feels in my arms. The smooth curves of her soft skin against my broad, toned body, I like how feminine and dainty she feels against my beefed-up torso, and I love how she liquefies while wrapped in my strong arms.

“My God, you are beautiful,” I croon against her neck.

The slow bow of her head stirs concern and unease in me. I hate when she does that. Turning her, I gently guide her face to mine. If only she knew how radiant and gorgeous she is. It is not long before my erection presses against her and my resolve is tested once more.

“Lucca, about the watch … I can’t accept it,” she mumbles almost incoherently. Like fuck she cannot. I find it endearing that she is so selfless, but this is definitely non-negotiable. She has given me more in the last few days than I have ever felt in my life. I will never tire of lavishing her in nice things.

“Lexi, I picked this for you. I want you to have this. Please, do not reject it. I need to give you this. Witnessing your tears and seeing how upset you have been has crushed me. I know I caused a lot of your worries, and for that I am truly sorry. I really need you to wear this.” I wish she would believe how important this is to me.

“Why? You don’t have to give me anything. You’ve already given me enough. You’ve been caring, kind, understanding, and ignored my insecurities. I’ve not let anyone do that before. Ever.” She sighs, nibbling on her lower lip before the very cute wrinkling of the nose.

There it is right here. The evidence that Lexi is the most sincere, genuine, and appreciative woman I have ever had the privilege of meeting. Part of me wishes Marco had heard that act of profound integrity. Perhaps it would relieve him of his crazy notions that women only value me for my wealth and my talent to give them a good fuck.

That might be harsh, but he was so far off the mark earlier, and it does not bide well, especially when I see how adamant Lexi is about returning the gift to me. Cute. Not happening.

Hazel’s colourful mouth interrupts and breaks our moment. Following Lexi, I watch Hazel admire the designer watch while Lexi stands, hand on hip, still refusing to accept it. Hmmm. She is a little firecracker, sweet for sure … but hell, my girl has feistiness harboured in that tiny little body and to hear it fall from such delicate lips amuses me.

Fills me actually.

I enjoy having a heated debate with Lexi in my twisted, weird way. Even when she is trying so hard to be headstrong and argumentative, she still appears angelic. As much as she raises her voice, glares at me with fury in her pretty eyes, or stands stoutly trying to appear brusque, she still looks like a goddess to me.

I love fiery Lexi.

Hey, God loves a trier, but my dolcezza here is too innocent to pull off what she thinks she is doing. I will have fun with this.

Lexi acknowledges Hazel’s appearance. She got her new hair thing by the looks of it. That pleases me.

“Lucca, I know you left them, so thank you very much, I appreciate it. I wouldn’t have coped with frizzy hair for three weeks.” She kisses my cheek, thanking me.

Mesmerised, I watch Lexi shimmy her little sexy body into a figure-hugging black dress. My jaw clenches at the mere thought of the fun I will have taking it off her later. Then she loosens her hair, ruffling it until it falls in sexy waves down her back.

Temptress.

Before leaving her room, I finally get that watch on her wrist, to which we both agree it is something special. Just like her.

Greeted by Nonna, Nonno, and the other guests downstairs, I watch Lexi blush under the scrutiny of everyone making a fuss of her. Cute.