L'amore: The Luminara Series (11 page)

I spin over, throwing myself on top of him. Dirty kissing, we groan into each other’s mouth. I feel his hard arousal between my legs, so I slide myself down his body and kiss every rippled section of his abs and his sexy, deep V.

“I promised I would take you in my mouth,” I groan.

“Jesus, fuck … are you for real?” he grumbles in that lustful voice.

“Mmmm hmmm, a promise is a promise,” I tease, kissing towards his manhood. I’m giving it to him, raw and ravenous, fisting and pumping him in my mouth.

“Fuck, you are so good, baby. Keep going.”

He grabs my hair while I take him to the back of my throat, feasting on him, swallowing his pre–ejaculation. I suck him off deep and hard, milking him and throwing him into celestial pleasure.

Swallowing his salty sperm as he shudders and bucks in his final release, he pulls me up to him, claiming my mouth again, tasting his own release from my tongue.

Italian god.

Perfection.

“You are beautiful. My something special. Have I told you that?”

Giggling, I reply, “Yes. I wanted to ride you on top tonight, but I think I might be out of action.”

Panic sets in his face and he scowls his eyebrows. “What are you talking about? Why? No, what is wrong?” he blurts and tightens his grip on me. “Fuck, Doc, was I too rough? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I asked for it, remember? I loved it, and you can have me like that anytime. I think I just might be a little swollen for a bit is all. Stop worrying, it was amazing.”

“Thank fuck for that. Do not do that to me. You scared the shit out of me. I know what will soothe that swollen sweetness, baby,” he rasps sexily.

“An ice pack?” I guess, leaving him chuckling.

“No, my tongue.”

Result!

He flips me onto my back and slides down the bed.

“Hmmm, just what the doc ordered.” I seductively moan spreading my legs for him. He softly, kisses my pebbled nipples, licking my breasts and swirling his tongue gently.

He travels his slow, sensual kissing down my navel, causing the butterflies to flicker and flap gently under his soft tongue. When he reaches my sex he’s careful, taking his time slowly and lightly teasing me around my sweet spot. He kisses and flicks his tongue, blowing on my wet, throbbing pulse. He has me on my clit alone, and I thrash my head to the side and softly groan, reaching my crest.

Whimpering, I grasp his hair, breathing fitfully and riding out another heavenly climax until I’m pushing my hips up to allow his tongue to tease me while I jerk with sensitivity.

Lowering my hips back down, he kisses and tantalises my wet throbbing folds, then kisses the apex of my thighs. I feel his two-day stubble tickle my skin, which I love.

Virile.

Masculine.

Smoulderingly sexy.

He repeats his kissing all the way back up my body to my mouth where I show my gratification, tonguing him back.

“Better?” he asks.

“Much. Lucca, I love you,” I whisper into his ear.

“I know you do, but the love you feel for me will never come close to how much I love you.” He moves a stray curl of my hair from around my cheek to behind my ear. “Are you hungry? I am starving. Let me finish the tour, then we eat,” he suggests. “It is after midnight, so we will need to have a moonlit feast.” I can’t believe we slept that long.

He takes my hand, leading me through a door to a massive dressing room. “Where are your things?” I ask inquisitively, noticing his clothes are missing. But, I do notice there are lots of ladies’ garments hanging on one of the rails and the shoe rack is stocked with lots of ladies’ shoes.

“I have a walk in concealed by the wall behind the bed. This room has always been empty. I have never needed to use it, so I thought it could hold all your clothes and girly stuff. It is your new dressing room, Doc.”

“I can’t believe this. It’s amazing. This room is bigger than two of my bedrooms put together in my house.” I clasp his hand while I look around. It’s bigger than
Sex and the City’s
infamous dressing room.

There is a chandelier hanging in the centre, and a full-length mirror at the back. Racks, rails, shelves, and drawers all with under shelf lighting line the room’s perimeter. There’s a mirrored island in the centre with a massive white ornate French style mirror on it, and drawers underneath, and the most beautiful Parisian stool.

The island is covered in products, makeup, creams, and perfume—all the brands I favour. Looking up at Lucca absolutely mystified, he shrugs his shoulders.

“I had Suzanne order you some things that I thought you would like. I want you to be comfortable here.” I will be in heaven putting my makeup on in here. Lucca speaks very highly of Suzanne, his PA. She made all the travel arrangements for us in Italy and last minute reservations. Now she’s bought all these wonderful things for me. I can’t wait to meet her.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him appreciatively. “You’re so thoughtful. I love it, but it’s all too much, and I don’t need all of this. I’m used to sharing a bathroom with Cameron and Hazel. It will take me a while to get used to this,” I say, scanning the products.

A red, raw welt on his shoulder alerts me. “Oh my God, Lucca, I’m so sorry. I marked you when I bit you. I’m so sorry,” I panic while kissing his bite mark.

“You are so fucking sweet, do not apologise. I like it. It is hot and sexy.” He knows this is distressing me, so he changes the subject. “This room is for you. Take all the time you need. You are going to need somewhere for all the clothes I bought you, and will continue to buy you. There is a safe for your jewellery. If you want extra storage, let me know and I will arrange it.”

“Wow, I love it.”

All apprehension I had is almost gone. I can live with the dressing room. It’s my new favourite.

“I am slightly disappointed that you never fired off and objected to this. I find it sexy as hell, and I was looking forward to taking you on that island.” He runs his hand down my back to cup my ass.

“You are insatiable. Sorry to disappoint, but I’m throbbing, remember? But I will look forward to you taking me on that very island.” I playfully bite the bottom of his ear.

“When you ask, you will get. You know that, right?” he asks with optimism. I widen my chocolate-brown eyes, and lift my lip at the corner in his response. I’m going to file this and revisit at my leisure.

This ‘ask-get’ thing might prove very beneficial.

“Let’s eat,” he adds, pulling me back through the bedroom.

“Hold on, I need something to cover me up. Is there a robe hanging up with all that stuff?”

“Yes, but you are good the way you are, and it is only us in the house, so relax. I do not want you covered up.”

I’m not comfortable with this; Rose or Peter could see through the windows, or arrive unexpectedly. Dropping my head as I dwell on the thought, he lifts my chin to bring my face back up to meet his.

“Hey, it is okay. It is very private here, only you and me, but if you feel more comfortable I will give you one of my shirts. I love seeing you wear my shirts.” The robe would have been the better option, but a shirt will do as it’s a compromise and I actually do like wearing his things. It makes me feel likes he’s still touching my skin.

I like it when he’s not being overly persistent. “Thank you. Just for now, until I know it’s okay to be flaunting about naked.”

“Okay, whatever you want. It will just make it more interesting when I need to tease it off you.” He chuckles. I knew he had a hidden agenda!

“You’re an ass. Shirt, Romeo!” I order with a wide grin, holding my hand out. He takes my hand, walking around the bed to the opening at the other side and leading me into a walk in concealed behind the wall.

My goodness.

He has his fair share of smart designer clothes lined up, and it all appears organised and tidy, but I didn’t expect anything less from him: suits, shirts, belts, shoes, ties, sports clothes, jeans, tops and blazers.

I throw on a crisp white shirt that just covers my ass, and he throws on loose pyjama drawstring bottoms that hang sexily on his hips—modestly covered, yet sultry enough to be suggestive.

Very sexy.

Casual and carefree.

I’m given the tour as I pad barefoot on his thick, luxurious carpets.

He opens the French doors off the master bedroom suite, showing me his balcony, then closes them when the cold night air penetrates through us. He opens a door to the right where there is a separate lounge area with another traditional fire, designer upholstered sofas, a round dining table, bookshelf, and a large plasma TV.

On this floor there are another five large bedrooms—three have bathrooms attached, and the smaller two have a Jack and Jill bathroom. On the third floor, there is a large family room at the end of the hallway, which has a large plasma screen, wrap around corner sofa, love seat, pool table, and a bar.

This entertainment room is very much a man’s domain.

Through another door, there is a cinema room with a full-size home cinematic screen projection with sixteen leather bucket chairs and a bathroom next door. I roll my eyes. Why would he need so many chairs when it was only him living here?

“When my brothers come over with the kids we have family film days. You have no idea how many times I have seen
The Little Mermaid
and
Finding Nemo
.”

I can’t stop laughing. Thinking of him being the doting uncle makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

“Of course, my mates have been over for film night with a little more adult entertainment,” he adds impudently.

I slap his upper arm in disgust. “Well, now I’m here, it’s going to have to be Disney. No more sleazy stuff.”

“I was not taking about porn. I mean action thrillers,” he tries to redeem.

“Hmmm, of course you were, Romeo.” I smirk, shaking my head.

Downstairs on the ground floor, I stroll through the massive open-plan kitchen that includes every possible modern convenience and gadget. There’s a traditional range cooker, a huge island in the centre with two sinks at the side, granite counters, and a contrast of black hi-gloss and polished oak cupboard doors.

The kitchen boasts a large dining table and seating area with a mink suede sofa in front of a plasma TV. There is a boot room and an oversized walk-in cupboard. I make note that I can keep Doris’s things in here.

Further down he shows me the well-equipped pantry and adjacent utility room with all the same fitted units as the kitchen. Through the hallway, there’s a downstairs powder room, shower room, formal lounge with fireplace, high ceilings, and cornicing keeping the period features as the original part of the house.

Next door to the lounge is a formal dining room with a sixteen seated dining table and fireplace, chandelier, and massive mirror and sideboard. It’s like a maze, with each room as impressive as the next.

I follow Lucca into the study and library. I could spend hours in this library; it looks so relaxing and peacefully inviting. I notice there is a window box underneath the bay window with scatter cushions; I know I’ll enjoy sitting there reading a good book with a shawl wrapped around my shoulders and a skinny latte as I watch Doris run around the lawn.

Ah bliss.

There is another downstairs bedroom with a bathroom and another huge family room right at the back, which is part of the extension. I think we must be done, until he opens double doors at the back of the family room leading to another vast hallway.

With a changing area, toilets and shower room, gym, sauna, and steam room, I feel as if I’m living in a dream.

“Seriously, could this place be any more opulent?” I ask, totally bemused.

He smirks then leads me on. We face a large frosted glass door, inhaling a familiar scent. When he opens the door, I hold my hand to my mouth gasping. I stare at the indoor rectangular pool and Jacuzzi with sleek modern loungers lining the edge of the indoor pool. A table with matching chairs is situated just in front of a huge panel of glass that overlooks the back garden. The walls are coated in a pale terracotta colour giving it a sense of the Mediterranean.

“Wow, I’m speechless,” I confess.

“You like?”

“Very much.”

Walking over to the edge of the pool, I dip my toes in. The water is heated and feels lush on my bare feet.

“Baby, you will never get fed if you get too close to the water. It brings back memories of us in my pool in Tuscany, and right now I cannot think of any other hunger I want to fill more than having you in that pool,” he groans.

A delicious shiver tingles over my full body and my nipples pebble under the fabric of his expensive linen shirt. I think the novelty of us living together is playing havoc with our temptation and libidos. I hope this feeling never fades.

“Me too. How about we eat, then if we’re not tired we can take a dip. I love being in the pool with you. It’s my favourite.” I swish my foot against the water.

Raising his eyebrow sexily, he says, “You are on. Hold on.”

He walks over to the wall and presses a button; massive shutter blinds drop down all around the glass encompassing the pool area, making it very private. He flips a switch, and Lucca changes the overhead lighting to mood lighting: twinkling, romantic and intimate.

I like this much better with the privacy. Maybe the shirt will be coming off after all.