Rural Romance by Alexa Riley

Chapter Five

Selma

Isuck in a deep breath, trying and failing to get myself under control. I want this. My entire body is humming with a need I’ve never experienced before. What is it about Luca that’s so different? From the moment I saw him I couldn’t pull my eyes away. I’ve been around plenty of hot guys before and they never gave me a single spark of interest. Would one stolen night be so bad?

There are too many reasons I should say no. Not only because of our family and the chaos that it could cause, but because I worry about my heart. That’s one of the many reasons I keep everyone at arm's length. If I don’t date, my heart will always stay intact. My heart isn't strong, and I learned that early in life. If Luca hurt me, I don’t think I could pick up the pieces and put them back together again. After my mom died, I’m not even sure they’re in the right places anymore. At times I can still feel the ache in the place where she’s missing.

Luca’s hand wraps around the back of my neck as his thumb strokes my jaw. “You think too much.”

“I do.” I lean forward, realizing he’s right. Focusing on what could be, or might be, won’t help me right now. “Tonight I just want to feel. Tomorrow we can pretend this never happened.”

“Trust me, Selma. I’m going to remember every fucking second of this.” His hand at the back of my neck pulls me forward, and his mouth meets mine.

His lips are full and so damn soft, it melts my stiff spine. Without thinking about what I’m doing, my hands slide down his chest and to the buttons of his shirt. It’s hard to do anything when Luca slides his tongue against mine, and I moan.

“Are you going to kiss me back?” He kisses the side of my mouth and then the other.

“Sorry. I was enjoying you kissing me,” I admit.

“Don’t go stroking my ego.” A sexy smirk plays on his lips.

“Right.” I laugh. “Worst kiss ever.”

“Hmm. I guess I need to try that again.”

“Yeah, you really should.”

“All night,” he agrees and then he’s on me.

This time I kiss him back, and when I’m the one to lick his tongue, a loud groan rumbles through his body. His hands go back to my knees as he ever so slowly slips them up my thighs.

“Luca,” I breathe, and he presses a kiss to the shell of my ear.

“Was that kiss any better?” He lazily runs his fingers along the edge of my panties. With each stroke, I get wetter and wetter. Everything is starting to ache, and I don’t know if I love the feeling or hate it.

“Better,” I manage to say as his mouth moves down my neck.

“There are other places I could practice.” One finger finally slips under the band of my panties, and my breath catches in my lungs. Oh god, we’re really going to do this. “Do you want me to kiss you in other places, Selma?” His finger brushes over my lower lips, and it’s like lightning.

“Yes!”

I don’t think there is anything else I want more in this whole damn world right now. That should scare the crap out of me, but all I can think about is Luca’s mouth between my legs, and I rock my hips forward.

“Thank fuck,” I hear him say under his breath. An excited thrill runs through me that he wants to do it and is just as desperate as I am.

“I need you naked for this with nothing in my way.” This time his voice is stern like the one he used on me earlier.

I don’t feel irritation or annoyance at his command, and that hasn't happened before either. It’s like a shot of lust that has me quickly getting out of my dress.

I’m disappointed when Luca’s hand leaves my panties as he helps me unzip the bridesmaid dress. But the way he tosses it over his shoulder and stares at my pussy makes me just as hot as before. He’s still on his knees, but now I’m standing before him, staring down at this handsome man as he grips my hips and presses his face against my sex. I grab his shoulders so that I don’t fall, not trusting my legs at the moment.

“You smell sweet.” His fingers hook into the top of my panties. “But I bet you taste even sweeter.” He pulls them down my legs, and I stand there in front of him completely naked as he slowly gets up. His eyes roam all over me, taking in every inch of my naked body.

I don’t know how I manage not to shyly cover myself or worry about what he might think. I know I wouldn't care what any other man thought, but with Luca I do. With the possessive way he touches me and the longing in his eyes, it makes me brave. It makes me want to do a twirl so he can see every single inch.

“How the hell am I the only man that’s ever going to lick this pussy?” He stares at me with so much heat in his eyes there might as well be flames.

“First,” I correct him. “No one else has ever asked before, and I’ve got plenty of time.”

He shakes his head and gives me that cocky grin. “I said it right the first time.” His hands grab my hips, and he holds me tight as he claims my mouth in a possessive kiss. Just when my knees become weak, my feet leave the ground as our mouths stay connected. A moment later, I feel him lower me to the cool sheets of the mattress.

Then his mouth is everywhere, and my whole body is on fire with desire. I grip his short hair when he sucks my nipple into his mouth. My back bows off the bed at the sudden unexpected pleasure, and I cry out. When he releases one nipple and goes for the other, I nearly come undone.

“One day I’ll do only this, but right now I have to see you cum.”

“Please,” I agree. “I need it.” I don’t care if I’m begging, at this point I’d make a sign with his name in glitter if that’s what it took for him to get me off.

“What do you need?” I can almost feel him grinning against my stomach and hips as he asks the question and kisses his way down. When I press my lips together, he pauses. “Say it,” he snaps, using that stern voice, and I have no choice but to give in.

“You, I need you.”

“Fuck yeah you do.”

His hands are surprisingly rough as he pulls my legs wider apart to make room for his broad shoulders. This time there’s no teasing or soft kisses. He’s not careful or hesitant as his mouth devours me with hungry need. Each cell of my body alights as he groans and licks. I don’t know if I’ll survive this.

From the sounds he’s making, you’d think he’s the one about to come, and all it does is turn me on. The feel of him on my pussy is hot and wet. I’ve never felt anything so good, and even though I never want him to stop, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. I wish I could slow this down, but my body is a train speeding down a mountain, and I have lost all control.

“Luca.” My fingers tangle in the sheets. “I-I don’t think I can.” The sensations are too much, hitting me all at once. Am I going to die or orgasm?

“You can and you will.”

He sucks my clit into his mouth with exacting pulls, and I see black spots in the corners of my eyes. My body can’t fight any longer, and I scream out his name as the orgasm burns through me like a searing flame.

Luca doesn’t stop as I nearly black out from the pleasure, and just when I think I can’t take any more, his mouth gentles and oh so slowly kisses my tender skin. My body doesn’t feel like my own as I’m spread out like a jellyfish on the bed. I’m not sure I’m ever going to be able to move again.

He kisses the inside of my thigh softly, and it feels so intimate. Much too personal for a one-night stand. My throat tightens at the thought of this being over by tomorrow, and I blink a few times.

“You still with me, Selma?” When he comes up over me, all I can see are the flecks of gold in his eyes. “You’re not trying to get lost in that head of yours again, are you?”

“No.” I shake my head because I don’t want to think about tomorrow. “I was thinking it’s my turn.”

His eyebrows lift in surprise as I push on his chest. He rolls over onto his back, easily taking me with him so I’m on top. He smiles up at me and brushes some of my curls out of my face. Every time he does it, I feel those pesky butterflies in my stomach.

I’m staying out of my head for now, because tonight I’m finally giving in.