Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“You’re sad,” Luca said.
She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “I guess I’m not sad, not in the way you think, but with my grandparents gone, I miss Mom a lot. I know my grandmother would want me to mend bridges with her.” She shrugged. “I just don’t know what to do. Most of what I do with my mom always ends up in some kind of argument. Trust me, that isn’t fun, not for any of us.”
Luca reached out and took her hand. “I don’t know your parents that well, but from what I’ve seen with David, I do know you all care about each other. That has to count for something.”
She placed her hand on top of his. “It does.” She had thought about calling her mother so many times, but something always stopped her. Tillie hated arguments, and her mother was a pro at winning them most of the time. Not when it came to the beauty pageant. It was the only one her mother had lost, and it had certainly cost them dearly over the years.
Luca got to his feet, and he took hold of her hand, then lifted her up out of her chair. Tillie didn’t fight him, not even as he pressed her against the dinner table. She had missed him today, a lot. Tilting her head back to look at him, she waited.
He nudged her onto the table, and she slid on, marveling at it holding her weight. Luca stepped between her legs, and that one move felt … amazing.
She didn’t want him to stop, and he placed his hand on her knee and slowly began to slide his fingers up her thighs, teasing the flesh. She’d worn a skirt today, and as she stared into his eyes, she waited.
With every inch he moved up, he touched more of her.
So far, they hadn’t had sex, not true sex, since their wedding night. Tillie didn’t want to seem impatient, but she couldn’t help but feel a little … desperate.
She wanted to know what he felt like inside her, without that pesky little veil of her virginity. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she was going to enjoy being with Luca. They didn’t even have to have sex, and she knew she loved being around him. There wasn’t anything better.
Slowly, inch by inch, he began to move in close, and Tillie stared at him. The moment he pressed his lips to hers, she knew she was lost. His lips were hard and yet soft, firm and of course gentle. They felt amazing pressing to hers, and she placed her hands on his chest.
Luca only held her hands, and she felt this overwhelming need to be as close to him as possible. Slowly, she slid her hands up his chest, circling his neck, and then drawing him in as close as possible.
Tillie let out a moan that quickly turned guttural, as he broke the kiss and began to trail kisses toward her neck. She didn’t want the kissing to stop, but the feel of his lips on her neck was too good to give up. Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to the sensation of his lips, and they did feel incredible.
Then, the tips of his fingers began to stroke her thigh.
“I’ve missed you today, Tillie,” he said.
“I’ve missed you too.”
And that was no lie. She had missed him, and right now she wanted him so badly.
His hand moved up the inside of her thigh, and a horrible thought struck her. What if this was about giving her pleasure, and him not taking any for himself? She didn’t want that, and suddenly, without a second’s hesitation, she grabbed his wrists, stopping him from advancing toward her pussy. Even though she wanted his touch so desperately, she held him back.
“Tillie?”
She took a deep breath. She’d managed to stop him, but now she had to focus so he knew she meant business. He was a businessman, and she had a feeling she was going to have to bargain for this, which was insane. It was sex.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No.”
She looked him in the eye and saw his confusion. She couldn’t help but smile. Damn it, why did he have to look so adorable and sexy at the same time? It should be illegal or something, but instead of complaining, she reached out and cupped his face.
He went to continue touching her, and she had no choice but to grab his wrist, and as she did so, she tutted.
“No.”
He took a deep breath, and then stepped back. “Do you want to tell me why no?” he asked.
Tillie smiled at him. “You never take pleasure for yourself,” she said.
She saw the frown on his face. “I take pleasure.”
“Luca, we’ve not had sex since our wedding night.” She saw his nostrils flare, but he didn’t attempt to interrupt. He stayed perfectly still. “Why?”