Dramatic, Mushy, Complicated Love Leah Sharelle (best story books to read .TXT) 📖

“Oh, that will be happening again, Meadow, that and so much more,” Luca promised, kicking the door closed behind us then headed for the hallway.

“Third door on the left?” he asked, still administrating tiny bites to my throat.

“Yeah,” I breathed, desperate for his mouth to be elsewhere. Not that his love biting wasn’t enjoyable, a wonderful and sexy prelude to what was coming. I didn’t want to wait anymore, sure my plan had not lasted long, but when you knew, you knew.

“No more waiting Luca,” I whispered into his ear, his stumbled step telling me he not only heard, he understood.

“Meadow, I don’t mind waiting. There are so many other things we can do.”

“Yeah, and we will be doing them, but I want you to make love to me. I need to feel you deep inside me. I know you are the one, honey, like you said, it is quick but so right.”

“Fuck baby, you humble me. Your trust in me, I never knew I needed that so much until you.”

The fifteen steps to my room took an eternity to take, but once Luca reached my door, he hurried inside and went straight for my bed, putting me on my feet but not before he slid me down his body. Taking it extra slow when my belly hit his crotch.

“Feel that, Meadow? That is how I have been since I walked out of my office yesterday. How I have been since the first time I laid eyes on you.” Making sure I was balanced, Luca then lifted my tank over my head and tossed it to the carpet, then doing the same with his simple black polo shirt. His tanned, muscular chest rippled under my scrutiny and I couldn’t help flattening my palms on his heated skin.

“But it is more than about getting my cock inside you, Meadow,” he continued, looking down at me, his hands coming up to cover mine sliding them to rest over his heart.

“Feel that? That out of control beat? That also hasn’t stopped since I met you. This is so much more than my cock and your pussy.”

Tears clogged my throat, making it impossible to do anything but grunt and nod. The way he articulated his feelings, not holding back his truth, was such a breath of fresh air and so damn beautifully mushy. I loved it.

“I thought I was the mushy one,” I choked over the lump in my throat.

“We both are,” he countered, moving his hands to my back, unsnapping my bra, and slowly pulling it down my arms. Heated blue eyes flared, fingers traced my nipples, and the sounds of panting filled the room.

Chills spread across my skin, leaving goosebumps as Luca administered his delicious torture. His thumb and forefinger gently squeezed one nipple bringing the blood to the surface of the sensitive nub, while the other nipple experienced a lazy circling.

Luca pushed his face into the crook of my neck, his hot breath both tickling and driving me crazy. I wanted that hot breath elsewhere, but this was really nice too.

Lifting one leg, I pushed myself deeper into his crotch—the hard bulge pressing against my belly, sending pulses of need through my every cell.

“Do you need more, baby?” Luca gritted out, grabbing my leg and holding it higher, his work-roughened hands sliding the length of my leg.

“Yesssss,” I moaned, then hissed loudly when his knuckles brushed over my knee.

“Ouch.” The burn on my knee stretched uncomfortably when I lifted my leg, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle, Luca brushing over it though, yeah, that hurt.

“Baby?” Luca immediately pulled back to look at me, his face full of sweet concern.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, dropping my leg.

“No, no you didn’t. It’s just that I have some … it just hurts, that’s all.” I finished lamely, suddenly shy to tell him I had carpet burn on my knees from yesterday’s activities in his office. If I planned on making that a thing, Luca was either going to have to swap out the harsh office carpet or get a soft fluffy rug. Preferably shag pile.

Luca narrowed his eyes at me, and then his mouth thinned out into a grimace. Without saying a word, Luca led me to my bed, pushing firmly on my shoulders until I was sitting on the edge. Dropping to his knees, he inspected one knee cap then the other.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Luca cursed. “Baby, I am so sorry.”

“Huh?” Sorry for what?

Gathering me around the waist, Luca crawled up the bed on his knees, with me held to his chest, my legs straight out behind us.

“Luca, it isn’t that bad—” I began to debate with him, but my man was about to show me his stubborn side.

“That will never happen to you again, Meadow.” His stern tone broking no argument, at least that was what he thought.

“Oh, yes it will be,” I argued immediately.

“No, it won’t. Baby, your knees are all scuffed up and, in some places, raw. Nothing is worth you going through that.”

“You’re wrong there, Spunk.” Wrapping my legs around his V-shaped waist, I hooked my ankles together, ignoring his protest for me not to bend my knees. If he thought for a second that I was not going to pleasure not only him but me as well, he’d need to think again. Surprising Luca, the way I did had been the most liberating thing I have done for a very long time. I was no prude but never had I done that before. His reaction made it even more special and I intended on doing it often.

“Meadow, let me up! Your knees!” Luca protested, pushing up on his arms pulling me up off the bed with him.

“No! Luca, they are fine, a little stiff and stinging, but fine. Now stop this or I’ll …”

Luca stilled instantly, his body coiled tight like a stiff spring. “Or what? You’ll leave me?” His voice low and shaky, his eyes wide.

“What?” I breathed,