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Authors: Nikki Winter

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          “Because what?”

          “Because I need you to fuck me! You said you wouldn’t hesitate.” Samara reached up to grip his hair and tugged his head backwards as she ran her tongue up the side of his neck then nipped him. “Stop. Fucking. Hesitating.”

          With a grunt, Lucian slid all the way home until he bumped what was sure to be her cervix then pulled back. Every thrust was harder, faster. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. “Your pussy is scalding me,
bella.”

         
Her teeth bit into his shoulder, her nails digging into his ass as she urged him to move faster. “Oh, God, Luc...”

          He gripped her about the waist and stepped away from the counter, supporting her weight as he consistently kept up his thrusts into her welcoming canal.

          “Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah...” Her groans reached him through his daze. Each one louder.

          He placed his palms against her ass and spread her farther apart, gliding in just a bit deeper. They both moaned at the added contact. Luciano strained not to release before her, wanted her to enjoy this twice as much as he was.

          “Luc...I’m about to...I’m going to...”

         
“Venite tutti su di me.”

         
With a hoarse cry she came. Her pussy tightened in an unfathomable grip that made him squeeze her harder to him as he fucked her through her orgasm, his cock seizing then erupting as he fell over the edge with her, growling the whole way.

          When he regained feeling in his legs, he walked them to her bedroom, Samara quietly resting against his shoulder as he placed her on her bathroom sink then ran warm water. Grabbing a clean cloth, he carefully cleansed her and himself before once again swinging her into his arms and heading for her bed. Laying her down first, he climbed in behind her, spooning while he rubbed her tummy in slow, comforting circles.

          He heard her draw in a breath to speak.

         

Riposa ora. Parlare dopo,”
Luciano interrupted.

         
She melted against him like butter. “Cruel,” Samara murmured. “You’re so damn cruel.”

Chapter Nine

 

         
          “Thank you,” Samara sighed out, taking a long sip from the Thermos of decaffeinated tea Luciano had just handed her.

          He simply grinned. “My grumpy baby speaks.”

          “Shaddup.”

          “I told you to grab something before we left but
no,
someone was too busy being a little cranky-pants.”

          “Oh, good God.” She gasped. “You’re a morning person, aren’t you?”

          Luciano leered at her from the driver’s seat of his rental. “I had an incentive to get up.”

          “You weren’t invited into my shower.” She wasn’t complaining
per se.
She was more stating a fact. When he’d woken her up this morning so they could get on the road, Samara had thundered that she could manage driving to Jersey by herself before climbing into her shower. Apparently in Luciano’s twisted horny mind that had been an invitation to go down on her right there in the stall. Happy endings were involved. It was how he’d convinced her to allow him to tag along. Trip and Paz would be meeting her there since they rarely did guest hosting without one another.

          “Didn’t stop me, now did it?”

          “In some states that’s called sexual harassment.”

          “Prove it in a court of law, and then we’ll talk about it.” Reaching over, he placed a warm hand on her thigh.

          Samara gave him a look beneath her lashes. “All right. Start talking, sperminator. What do you want?”

          His brows lowered as he navigated through traffic. “What’re you talking about?”

          “This.” She waved a hand between them. “I’m talking about this. You blew in here two days ago, and now you’re pretending like there isn’t an elephant calf in the room. Meanwhile cooking my meals, running my baths and driving me to important work functions.”

          “Elephant
calf?”

         
“We’re having a baby. I thought it appropriate.”

          “Unh-hunh,” Luciano said slowly. “No more drinks containing sugar for you.”

          She pinched his hand.

          “Vicious female!”

          “Start talking, I said!”

          “What do you want me to say?”

          “We’ve known each other for six years, but we don’t
really
know each other, yet you’re acting like we’ve been way more than mutual acquaintances through our sexually frustrated siblings—which leads me to believe you’ve either been stalking me or you’re really sincere about raising a kid together.”

He gave her a look. “What if I said it was a little of both?”

“My creep-o-meter just dinged. Explain yourself.”

“I may have developed a small obsession with you by accident.”

Samara narrowed her gaze at him. “We’ve three hours in this car together. Start from the beginning.”

By the time he was done, she was looking at him through new eyes. “Wait, wait, wait,
that’s
how you heard the announcement? Because you’ve been listening to my radio broadcasts every morning for the last six years?”

Luciano looked amused. “Don’t sound so surprised. Your show is one of the highest rated slots on the east coast.”

          “I know that but...”

          “
But
?” he pushed.

          “But now it all makes sense that you always seemed to know exactly what subject to start on to piss me off when we’d talk,” she answered.

          His hand squeezed her thigh. “It was always to get your attention.”

          “Like the little boy who pulls his classmate’s ponytail?”

          “Exactly,
bella.”

         
Her stomach clenched. “Stop that.”

          His lips curved as he blinked innocently. “Dunno what you mean.”

          She pinched him again.

          “Rude!” he bellowed.

          “Stay on subject, stalker-man!”

          Luciano rolled his eyes. “What else do you want to know?”

          “Why you’re so intent on saying we’re in a relationship. You know I’d let you be there every step of the way regardless, don’t you?”

          He shrugged. “My wanting you has nothing to do with the baby. I’m excited and scared as shit, but I’d want you either way.”

          “Why?”

          “We’re back to that?”

          “Yes, because I want to know what it is about me that has led you
here,
to this moment. Why you have an
obsession
with me, and why I shouldn’t be disturbed by said obsession.”

          “Let’s start with the obvious, shall we?” He navigated onto the interstate. “You’re gorgeous but completely oblivious to it, obviously. You’re intelligent but always open to learning more. You can be arrogant when the moment calls for it, humble when you should be, seductive without trying, and utterly adorable when it’s least expected. You have a way about you that makes others comfortable. I know for a fact that what you do, you do because you genuinely enjoy meeting new people—talking, laughing—not because you have some unrealistic end goal that will land you in a tell-all book.

“I know enough about you to have glimpsed that you can be vulnerable with the right person and still maintain enough mystery about yourself to keep others interested. You, Samara Nicole Blackwell, are a problem and a solution all in one, and being with you is like a breath of fresh air. You’re truly different from any woman I’ve ever met, and it draws me to you like a moth to a flame. I love the fact that neither my looks, my championship belts, my money, nor my cock impress you.”

          “I wouldn’t be so sure about the cock part...” she interrupted, trying to take the heaviness off his words.

          He apparently knew exactly what she was doing and smirked at her. “I like that you get uncomfortable with compliments but relish in your rule as radio queen. I like that you don’t have to wear red bottom stilettos every hour of the day or constantly worry about chipping a nail. I like that you always give credit to those who got you where you are, and you never forget your promises. I like that you volunteer at the animal shelter once a month and finger-paint with kids weekly. I like that you have such a great relationship with your sister but you can call her on her shit; that you treat my brother like family while calling him on his and me on mine. In simple words, I like
you,
Sammie
.”

         
That was right around the time she burst into tears.

***

          “You’re giving me a complex here,
bella.”
Luciano grimaced, moving his hand up to massage the back of Samara’s neck.

          “Sorry.” She wiped her face, sniffled. “Goddamn pregnancy hormones.”

          His brows winged when she reached up to grip his hand and link their fingers before saying, “Luc, you freak me out.”

          “Dunno if I should be insulted here...”

          “No, no.” She squeezed. “You freak me out because I think the moment you see that I can’t cook, that most days I forget to eat anything besides peanut butter and jelly with a side of cheese crackers, that I kinda have hoarding tendencies, and that I have a one sided conversations with my cat, you’ll run...screaming...”

          His thumb rubbed her knuckles. “
I
can
cook, I’ll remind you to eat, I know a therapist who can help with your problems—Brian referred me when he caught me singing to a plate of his veal parm one night—the cat and I have an understanding, and give me a little credit here, baby, I don’t scream...except for this morning in the shower, and that was only because of that thing you did.”

           Samara chewed her lip before whispering, “I like you...”

          “What was that?”

          “I said I like you!”

          Luciano smiled. “
Really?”
he drawled, batting his lashes. “What do you like about me?”

          “I have to
tell
you?”

          “Common courtesy,
bella.”

          She focused her eyes outside the window to keep from chancing a glance at him. “For starters, I like how pretty you are.”

          He snorted. “Everyone does.”

          “And how humble you seem to be about it.” Her sarcasm was clear. “I like that you don’t
try
to use your size to intimidate, and that you can be gentle.”

          “We talking about what I think we’re talking about?”

          She pinched him again and smiled when he yelped. “I like that you have a sense of humor but a maturity most men can’t come close to. I like that you call Sansone your friend first but never fail to mention that he’s your brother also. I like how much respect you have for your parents and how you turn into a little boy around your mother. I like that you have a charity you regularly involve yourself with. I like that two of your best friends are gay and you don’t bat a lash, yet I’m sure you make inappropriate jokes as much as possible.”

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