Chapter 47

Pulling the shirt I was wearing aside, he moved down over my collarbone and tried to go lower. Then, with a sound of impatience, he rose over me and pulled my shirt up and off with quick, impatient jerks.
I wasn't wearing a bra. I only had the one I was wearing when he'd brought me here, and I had no idea what he'd done with the clothes I'd had on that night. As he sat back on his heels and looked at me as though he was seeing me for the first time, I held my breath, my body trembling, my focus completely on him.
Luca's tongue wet his bottom lip as he stared at me, then he cupped one of my breasts, his palm rough with calluses. He squeezed, hefting the weight in his hand before pinching the nipple and releasing it to do the same on the other side. Bending over me, he sucked my nipple into his mouth, hot and wet and demanding as he teased the nub until it was painfully hard and I was squirming on the bed beneath him.