When It Falls Apart (The D'Angelos, #1)(58)

“Now you know what it’s been like watching you all this time.” He kissed her neck and trailed to the top of her breast. “I’ve wanted to taste this . . .” He pushed her bra down, exposed the tight nub of one nipple. He licked and nibbled.

Brooke found it impossible to keep her eyes open as new sensations rolled over her.

“. . . and this.” He moved to the other side.

She ran her fingernails through his hair and held him close.

He lifted her slightly and unhooked her bra, tossed it to the side.

He returned to long, lingering kisses that drove her absolutely mad.

Every touch, every sweep of his tongue, made her body tighter with need.

Brooke pressed against his knee, dug her fingers into his back, his butt. “Luca,” she called with a cry.

“Tell me what you want, bella.”

“Anything. Something. You . . . more.”

His hand slid down her stomach and under the lace of her panties. One finger slipped between the folds of her sex and then a second. “This?”

Her hips surged. “Th-that’s a good start.”

A little dance of fingers playing in and out, circling her clit. Nothing hurried about Luca’s moves, just a well-choreographed waltz that brought her close to the edge time and time again. She’d find her breath hitch, and an orgasm within reach, and he’d pull away. The third time she placed her hand over his. “Please don’t stop.”

“Anything you say, love.”

Luca kissed her hard and took her to the edge again, and when she went over, she called his name as her release crashed through her.

“Better?” he asked close to her ear.

“So much better.” Brooke smiled up at him, reached for his cock. “Tell me you have a condom.”

He grinned and pulled away from her briefly to retrieve his pants from the floor.

A condom was removed from his wallet, and Luca shed his briefs.

She took the condom from his hand before he had a chance to open it. “My turn,” she said and pushed him onto his back.

Luca lay back and placed his hands behind his head with a grin.

Brooke removed the wrapper and waved the plastic in the air. “I learned this in college,” she said before placing the condom between her lips and her teeth.

Luca narrowed his eyes and Brooke bent over his cock and slowly rolled the condom in place with her mouth.

One of those hands so casually tossed behind his head now sat at the back of her head as she did all she could to take him in. His hips surged, two, three times, and then Luca pulled her away. “I will not last like that,” he warned.

She lowered her lips to him again, up for the challenge.

Only he lifted her away. “No, love . . . climb on.”

Smiling, she did. Slowly taking him in and feeling every inch of him filling her.

He was not a small man, but he’d prepared her body for his and once she opened for him, he started to move. “God, Luca . . .”

He pulled her down, kissed her hard, and thrust into her over and over.

They rolled together, changed angles, and Luca found yet another spot on her body that drove her off the cliff.

Brooke was swimming in pixie dust and rainbows, her body pulsating with aftercurrents as Luca told her his orgasm was close.

She squeezed every internal muscle she had to aid him in his pleasure and was rewarded with her name on his lips as he shuddered his release.





CHAPTER TWENTY


Luca slipped out of Brooke’s bed before five in the morning.

She’d been awake enough to know he was leaving and satisfied enough to ask him to come back soon.

He tiptoed down the stairs to his apartment, double-checked that Francesca wasn’t there, and fell into his own bed. He could have used a couple more hours sleep but found himself staring at the ceiling and thinking of the woman who had been in his arms for hours.

Brooke was, without a doubt, the best thing to happen to him in a very long time. It wasn’t just the sex, although the night before had been everything he’d hoped and more. She was caring and sensitive. Deep in her convictions and how she loved.

Her father, who, from what Luca could tell, didn’t deserve the devotion she bestowed upon him, still was given all the care Luca himself would give to his own family.

Although Luca wouldn’t wish anything bad upon her, he was happy that her past relationship had crashed and burned.

What an idiot this Marshall must have been to let Brooke slip away.

That idiocy was Luca’s gain.

If he ever met the man, Luca would probably thank him, crazy as that sounded.

Luca rolled onto his side and looked at the empty pillow beside him.

He would bring her there, as soon as she’d let him, to give him the image he wanted in his head of her in his space, calling his name.

He closed his eyes.

This was all good.

Everything about it.

All he had to do was enjoy and see where and how the two of them fell into place.



“You look very . . . relaxed,” Chloe observed out loud when she and Brooke met on the terrace for a yoga session.

Brooke smiled at Chloe, who was grinning like a cat with a yellow feather hanging out of its mouth. “I’m a little sore, truth be told. Your brother is—”

Chloe closed her eyes and put her hands over her ears. “No. Stop. I don’t want to hear this.”